...
To the servitude of structure that is inevitably called a poem I say to you alas because you have no power over the unpredictable stanzas occupying the brain...
...consideration that there is none shall follow the follow prerequisites:
1. Poems generally have some intelligent flow which I appear to be lacking in the sense of a formal crappy list...oh huzzah...the champagne has run dry...
2. Most poems have a literal meaning
(which is what you realise when you take English at the age of 17...
...seriously don't do it)
At which point I will get a jolly good bashing on the head for a poem that makes no relevance at all...
the birds and the bees,
"ooh look the flower died"
"that's clearly a metaphor of the death of his pet guinea pig"
NO!!!
A FLOWER JUST DIED!!!
AND YOU JUST CARE ABOUT THE GUINEA PIG!!?
I tip my top hat onto you,
Being stereotypically British like I am
3. Poems are graceful and generally fill the person with great thought.
Fuck.
Generally the magical "shock" swear words are what amateurs use,
Like those too lazy to rhyme and make the poem seem like a massive list.
Avast the metaphor of the avocado upon your head,
The antelopes sliding down becoming the sea,
Oh what a cruel world thous lives in.
...
my poems do not exist to entertain or generally fill the shoes of the dog that read it whilst playing his jolly game of hook-the-duck
the poems I have show no grammatical skill and show no general interest...
And now,
I ramble to you,
About.
NOTHING!
The most beautiful poems make no sense or reference to some random hierarchal society!!!
There was a mushroom in my bedroom that,
He did not take my gun I ordered him to,
And then I shall take my leave within the witch that hides in the stick,
As far as I'm concerned she was better off without the fly now she just has no eyes which is like what?
And then the crows slowly flew upwards towards the raven,
Colin smiled.
Knowing the murder in the barn was an accident.
He rode off.
...such lexical bullocks...
...bravo completely slaughtering this poem with constructive criticisms...
A contest entry
- worst PW by Wind Walker.
400 points, ended January 5, 34 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - what makes you a poet? by Lute.
5200 points, ended January 1, 69 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
...it would be...
Comments
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You write better drunk!
Than I write sober. A good poet pushes buttons, tests boundaries and actually has something to say. In this rambling read I see a lot of actual thought. It was a lot of fun.
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Damn, I love honest people when they get drunk!
*applause* -
Wonderful
I feel like I have known you all my many lives -
and you were never sober then - lol -either
Good Luck in the contest
W W -
Damn...I mean that is sad to say, but I found this drunk rambling much more captivating than 90% of all the poetry on this website. Some interesting commentary on what makes poetry...well...poetry! Sometimes metaphors just stink, sometimes the flower just dies, and sometimes we need to get past our ideas of how poetry 'should' be written. Blast it, it's poetry. Not brain surgery. If anything, it's more like stabbing a brain repeatedly with a pen.
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