Constriction

A Poem By Hannah D. // 3/3/2014

They tell me not to use clichés
No longer fresh as daisies;
I've reached the end of all my rope,
Blank paper drives me crazy.

They tell me to forego abstracts
Like truth and mad and sappy;
Now I'm confused, despise the rules
That've never made me happy.

"Show, don't tell!" - they order well
When they can master language;
I only say, if I had my way,
I'd use all emotions and adages.

They say it hurts a poem so
When it is forced to rhyme,
That it forces awkward wording; I say
Meaning shows in half the time.

I read of hope and truth and beauty
By Keats, Dickinson and Shelley;
Great minds think alike, do they not?
None of their poems are smelly.

Comments

I like this, great job :)

I like this, great job :)

Erin | Fri, 03/07/2014

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Impressive!

I read the first line, then read it all aloud. This was GREAT and made me smile. But, the last line could be improved.

Lucy Anne | Fri, 03/07/2014

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thanks gals! The last line

Thanks gals! The last line was meant to exemplify the awkwardness of a forced rhyme. But really, any strange phrase that ends with a word that rhymes with Shelley will work. Jelly? Belly? Deli? (Anything will be incredibly awkward, I fear, but that's kinda the point)

Hannah D. | Fri, 03/07/2014

"Reason itself is a matter of faith. It is an act of faith to assert that our thoughts have any relation to reality at all." - G. K. Chesterton

:)

I like this, the last line made me laugh! I got the awkward point of it ;)

Maddi | Sun, 03/09/2014

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

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