I Hate Poetry

Hmmm

I hate
Yes hate
Poetry

It fills my mind
Yes all the time
A river of insanity flows

Blood no longer flows
Through these veins
Just verse and ludicrous rhyme

I hate poetry
I see it in every created thing
It's in your eyes
Your nose and lips
Even in the swaying of your hips

Give me peace
Like others have
Poetry to me
is a bursting dam

I feel I'm sure to drown
Poetry is no life belt saving me
yet you seem to take
without heartache

Author's Note

Nothing gained and nothing was lost in the writing of this

Reviews

[Moflo]

I like this piece a lot...it really shows the fragility of the world through the poet's mind, how the language of poetry is its own entity that many cannot even comprehend. It is true, everything is poetry, but leave it only to the poets to notice. Good write.

[Amanda_Rose]

cute. i feel the same way, everything can be a poem

[Cricket Kidd]

nice.

[Rayne Stanton]

wow i really loved this poem and it had me thinking of the everyday ordinarys that poets can find and turn into unordinary creations :) really good!

[Ruth]

Hate/love relationship lol Poetry can open doors, do we wish to address them? Too late, it would seem, a lot of thoughts linger from their power :) xx

[Sukriti Suki]

Everything comes with a catch..enjoyable read...poetry is an addiction which is very hard to give up.

[lifesmith]

do you, Linear? do you really? Keep drowning in the poetry cos your writing is amazing

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

You might hate poetry my friend Linear, but you sure can write a mighty good poem!! Excellent write!

[Alicia™]

Oh man I know how this feels… It's sometimes torturous to see everything and everyone as a potential poem or story. This poem expresses that feeling so well.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokhar..]

..I liked the way..You wrote...Poets' eyes have Realistic View..where people see gain..Poets behold..Illusion...Where Crowds Jammed up and dances....Poets behold the throngs losing their energies...Whom people say mad..we respect him as an Idol...We stand in different pole...and they [ rest of people] stands next...
You are not deliberately hating the poetry..but you are hating the things that blocks the flow of out-bursting Dam [ Emotions] [ Will wait till the nightingale sings..] Keep up you Aspirations..

[Angel Bluestocking]

I love it. The world is poetry on to itself. You showed that even to the littlest of things.