Don’t do the rhyme if you ain’t got the time.
Nothing is worse than a half-finished verse.
If you want to complete her, you’ll need a good meter.
(‘Tis said that the bard brought the girls to the yard.)
Don’t use words in a poem if you don’t really know ‘em.
Great gasp! Bloody heck! Have you heard of spellcheck?
Your free verse is free… of all grammar, I see.
Watch those apostrophes to avoid apostasy.
Bad punctuation brings the downfall of nations.
Long lines are killable, so be watching the syllables.
If the subject is tumors, at least use some humor.
If it’s garbled and confused, don’t shoot the muse.
If poetry’s hard, well, don’t blame the bard.
If you’re not having fun, this career’s not the one.
You’re not making money? I’m not either, honey.
And listen here, Missy, that’s pithy, not pissy.
I’d have more retorts, but I’d best keep it short.
Categories:
killable, silly, writing,
Form: Grook
The child who has lost a grandparent
Wants to spend all of her time with the surviving ones.
Watching them sleep, checking their breathing.
Fearful of the next step.
The child who has lost a parent
Does not want to waste time
She is afraid the other parent will disappear
If she comes to school; so she clings and cries.
The child who has lost a sibling
Now knows children are destructible, and killable.
He feels guilty at recess, choosing not to play
Because his brother no longer can.
The child who survives death
Of a loved one
Often loses
Herself or
Himself
In
Grief
Categories:
killable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
i am known
I am everywhere,
searching for you,
I finish young or old people,
I finish pure and impure people,
beautiful or ugly people,
I do not choose,
I am known,
I 'm strong ,
in killable,
incurable,
in finish able,
I predestine viruses which are incurable,
I am known,
I overtake people who do not use plastic,
I just enter within one minute,
in hours I invite my family,
in weeks I invite the whole world into your body,
I am known,
I am just kind and friendly,
I accept every invitations with open arms,
but I kill,
I turn you into a skeleton with bones shaped into your skin,
I am known,
I am HIV and AIDS.
Categories:
killable, africa, betrayal, care, community,
Form: Elegy