Ayilliterate

sometimes when i cant make my brain do what i want, this happens.

I opened this to write an item ingeniously inspiring 

And I ponder why I'm plagued with unproductively perspiring

In effort to produce some perfected poetry

Fabricate some fabulous philosophy 

Or perhaps attack a problem quite profound

Yet in this endeavor more than ever, I'm unable to expound

How this presents a problem quite perplexing

And in that vein, so very vexing

Because my brain has been giving it's best shot

Yet the words are still wrong and wildly miswrought 

So, sorrowfully, I offer you no stanzas of sensation

Instead I've only this illustration

Of increasingly bad alliteration

Reviews

[M J Moore]

This was cute! It's going in my library to read every time I need a bit of inspiration, a smile on my face as I try to hit the wonderful words in my head on my keyboard. :)

[tynamite]

This poem is so good at what it does. The first 2 lines are amazing not only because it rhymes. It's like the classic "I'm a poet and I didn't know it" x9000 thing. I like how the poem contradicts itself. Nobody will read anything like that in a long time.

[E. R. Rawding]

it's very good, and interesting throughout. my only gripe is that line 2 just seems... awkward. otherwise, sounds good

[NinjaPi]

this is so cute. and how well you capture the feelings of a poet

[Steve]

Excellent! There is definite intelligence, creativity, and thoughfulness in these words.....

[Bhavya Kaushik]

This is so raw and yet so deep, I absolutely loved it...so thoughtful!

[Elissa; the genuine art..]

This is sharp and quite enjoyable to read.
It;s funny how we start writing to convey one point and we end up writing about something completely different and it's wonderful anyways!
Great write.

-Elissa :D

[K. Carver]

I loved this one.
Well well well done.

P.S. It brightened my night a bit.

[Antonio Valentino]

This was pretty awesome Kayleen, something you could sink your mind's teeth in.

Very clever and entertaining!
Antonio

[Adrian K. Smith]

It is odd how, while in searching for the right word, we find ourselves plagued by an abundance of the seemingly wrong word. The more we fight it, the worse it becomes. Perhaps our muse woke on the wrong side of the bed. Perhaps our muse is still asleep in bed somewhere, and it is the muse's evil twin having absconded with an unabridged dictionary that sets forth to wreak havoc with our simplest thoughts. Perhaps it is a test of our vernacular fortitude, in allowing such verbosity to have its way with us for but a moment so that we can break through to the other side to find the prize offered in simpler words with greater depth. So many perhaps, so easy to get distracted in them...perhaps.