Poetry Poem

Merissa

 

I love the idea of poetry

 It’s something I understand

                        The lines just flow right through me

 

Most seem to rhyme

        That’s my usual style

                         Depends on my mood

 

This one for example

       It’s just plain words

                    Nothing holds it back

 

I don’t write about poetry

 Except when it suits me

                       Guess I’m feeling it now

 

My others are more emotional

      Lines written to express

                            Not everyone agrees though

 

I think it’s art

 Not always pretty

                    Yet beautiful in it’s own way

 

It’s like a stairway to your heart

     Leading them down a path

                            They don’t always match

 

Some stairs are steep

          Pushing you right through

                                The point is made clear

 

Others are gradual

           Allowing more freedom

                                   Guiding you there

 

They’re all the same though

             At least in what matters

                           They have a purpose

 

Everything does

                 Poetry is no different

                                Brings out the inside

See this poem is plain

       Not much to think about

                        Still means something though

 

People’s styles are different

              Usually one is favoured

                                  I know I love to rhyme

 

Obviously this one isn’t the case

                 Just didn’t fit the words

                                   Wanted to create uniqueness

 

I like when things flow

 Poetry gives that freedom

                       Stories have too many rules

 

I can write what I want

  No one else matters

               It doesn’t even have to make sense

 

Of course it probably should

    If you want it to mean something

              I always do

 

Poetry is rhythm

          But no rules apply

                      You can choose how it’s made

 

This is a staircase

       Yet where does it lead

                        Does it really matter

 

There is point in all this

          That poetry is expression

                             No one else decides

 

You don’t have to like it

       Still mine all the same

                       Always apart of me

 

I love poetry

  As I’ve already explained

               And now you know why

  • Author: Merissa (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 16th, 2018 11:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's kind of rambling. Just something I conjured up when I was bored. Hope you like it all the same. Comment what you think. Always like to know your thoughts. :-)
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  • Merissa

    It was supposed to look like a staircase and it does on docs, but for some reason this website pushed my lines back, and now it's all jumbled. Not a big deal, but I apologize for the funkiness of the lines.

  • orchidee

    A fine write Merissa.



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