Poetry

I hate poetry.
                        Not because of the reasons you may think though.

I hate it because it makes me think
    about myself
    about the world
    about the condition of everything.
    
    All of the rhymes feel like a joke
I have no time to think about my life 
                                  and every time I do it makes me choke
                my words stumbling.
                                    
                                      But it never ends
   A poem never stops
It's just the pen that does.

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 1/31/2018 1:57:00 PM

Hello Amelia, I do not hate poetry. I like it, i love it, I enjoy it. Maybe it is what you write about that makes you feel this way. have a nice day my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 1/31/2018 6:23:00 PM

I hope your new way to write will work out for you. Looking forward to see what your style will be.

Amelia Harrell
Date: 1/31/2018 3:55:00 PM

I'm happy that you enjoy poetry, and maybe you are right. I am currently trying out new ways to write, and this may be the case. Thank you, and I hope you have a good day as well.

Ibidun O.

Date: 1/21/2018 12:41:00 PM

The poem is very relatable and does a great job expressing hatred of poetry, and it does show some points.

shawna horsley

Date: 1/6/2018 8:22:00 PM

This is so true. I can relate to the way poetry makes you think about all these different things and I hate when they get all jumbled together. Thank you Amelia for sharing this truth felt poem.

Silent One

Date: 1/6/2018 4:27:00 AM

You said it perfectly Amelia, poetry expressed things, I mind does not want to share through speech... Excellent poem..

FJ Thomas

Date: 1/5/2018 1:57:00 PM

THIS is perfectly said Amelia. At the final line I could only smile. Wonderful :)

Arturo Michael

Date: 1/4/2018 4:42:00 PM

This is forever true,"But it never ends A poem never stops It's just the pen that does." You are the poem...All blessing Amelia

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Poetry