Blurring poetic lines.

Blurring poetic lines.

A Poem by Bare trees

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No one wants to rhyme their poems
the way that rhymes should be.
They choose instead to write free verse,
which leaves no fun for me.  

No one wants to meter poems
the way the feet should go.
They choose instead to add more beats,
which screws up all the flow.  

No one wants to write their poems
and go by all the rules.
They choose instead to throw away
the well-known, chosen tools.  

No one wants to work on their poems,
but this I must confess:
I chose one day to be the same.
Am I as bad? Oh yes!  

© 2024 Bare trees


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delightful bit of fun but thought provoking as well...sometimes rules add to the message...

Posted 9 Years Ago


Bare trees

9 Years Ago

Thanks for reading, glad you found it pleasing.
jeannemarie coulter

9 Years Ago

you might enjoy some of my GARVY poems...i think you will like her...blessings to thee...
Bare trees

9 Years Ago

I'll check them out soon. Likewise...
:) this one made me smile... so many rules... so many forms to choose from... so many views on what poetry is and how is should be written... to each their own, I say and poetry really should between a person and their pen :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Bare trees

9 Years Ago

I would have to agree with your assessment. Thank you so very much for taking the time to read all t.. read more
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9 Years Ago

My pleasure... thank you for sharing!
Rhyme has become a dirty word these days PW. Those who practice it (many of whom I revere for their skills), seem to apologise for employing it - as if they are a new kind of heretic.
This is solid defence. Rhyme is not dead ! lol
Good writing. I enjoyed this.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Bare trees

9 Years Ago

Thanks so much for your words and for taking the time.

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