The Power of Poetry

Don’t you hate it when

Someone writes a vague, cryptic poem

Expecting you to waste time

“Reading between the lines?”

Isn’t it narcissistic of poets

To hand you a metaphor

Wrapped in a simile

That’s actually a profound paradox

And expect, when you uncover its layer upon layer meaning,

To be worshipped as a literary genius?

I won’t put you through that.

I bet, if you got the meaning straight up,

Clearly staring at you from the page,

You would easily appreciate poetry.

So, this is my poem.

It’s about hating pretentious, “symbolic” poetry

And my personal mission to be upfront and blunt with you

So you aren’t forced to decipher

A brain-frying jumble of words.

And here is the end:

How ironic.

Reviews

[Rachel U.]

I liked this! 'Twas a lovely mixture of prose and poetry. It was genuine, without being overly sappy, dramatic, or emotional. A couple of the lines read a little "funnily" to me:
//So, this is my poem.
It’s about hating pretentious, “symbolic” poetry//
However, there isn't anything inherently "wrong" with them, so don't change it if you don't agree. :)

[Ruth]

Indeed! lol Great piece and thought provoking friend! Poppy