A Poem That FlowsA Poem by The LarkBecause I PREFER rhyming poetry! :P
A poem that flows Has an author that knows The poem will keep On going,
In the beating hearts Of the reader that starts And shows no sign Of slowing.
And what does it matter You're mad as a Hatter, Your content, odder Than dreams?
If the sum of your verse Is obscure and perverse And don't get me started On themes!
For as long as the beat Has them tapping their feet, The effect pervades through The laughter.
When they lay down to bed It will play in their head, And probably still, Long after. © 2010 The Lark |
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Added on February 15, 2008 Last Updated on April 22, 2010 AuthorThe LarkMelbourne, AustraliaAboutI guess I'm something of an old-school poet. I always write with fixed meter and rhyme, and for the most part that's what I enjoying reading too. "I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with th.. more..Writing
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