Ivor Davies Poet Rhyme

Modern Poetry

I really cannot reason why,
maybe because I’m thick,
if poetry is not in rhyme
my mind won’t make it click.

I start to read a poets work,
sublime when it’s in rhyme
but if it’s not, alas, I find
I struggle every time.

It isn’t there’s no beauty there
the subjects are divine,
such mastery of woven words
immersed in every line.

Occasionally it captures me
while on it’s theme I dine
and at these times I realise
not everything must rhyme.

I struggle on in my dismay
and read just what I can,
if only I could break my mould
I’d be a better man.

The poets who admire my work
and comment it is fine
must wonder why I don’t respond
unless ‘they’ write in rhyme.

I know I do occasionally
when lifted by their words
but I would like to all the time,
this mental block’s absurd.

So may I thank you everyone
who reads and takes the time
to comment on a selfish sod
who only writes in rhyme.

Ivor G Davies

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Dennis East August 29, 2016 at 11:18 AM At last a chap that thinks like me and not afraid to rhyme and knows a poem needs to do it every blooming time. Please take a visit to my page, our poems are the same. I’ve one called “Modern Poetry” so we both can take the blame. This is the only way to write - a poem that is true. And who’d have thought that it would take the likes of me and you. We curse at all these poor attempts to label poems thus. How do they get away with it, and not write stuff like us. Cheers, Dennis Ivor Davies August 29, 2016 at 4:02 PM Dennis, thanks for this, must have a look at your poetry!

Bob Atkinson September 12, 2015 at 10:16 AM Ivor grasps meaning of that trick of nature sweet which puts into our heart a firm and hardened beat like Hindu textbooks which allow every sentence to follow on rhyme and verse set down to find help in moving minds to dawn now me, in my own way feel form lies not at center purpose here illuminates our simple form of banter yes, Ivor tells us openly what we've thought before some simple way of remembrance helps open every door Ivor Davies August 29, 2016 at 4:07 PM Sorry Bob, missed this comment last year! Thanks for your understandin of my words.