a poem about nothing,
written by nobody,
after the rain, a bit muddy,
and a bit sleepy,
and a bit hippie,
just - the sounds and words,
flying above, like birds,
crawling, like turtles, old,
and, as some ice cream, cold,
airy as some wind,
blowing, as a fan,
well, that is a poem,
of which you cannot be a fan.
I saw as a young man
on the sidewalk, ran.
Ivan Petryshyn
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Author:
ivanpetryshyn (
Offline) - Published: February 29th, 2020 16:58
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments4
GOOD EVENING IVAN ~ Welcome to MPS it is a proactive site ! Thanks for your first Poen ~ it is excatly what it says on the TIN ~ Nothing ! However it is after all a Poem !
1. Does it have a title ? YES !
2. Does it Rhyme ? YES ~ At least 6 times ~ good enough for MPS !
3. Does it have Rhythm ? YES every line
4. Doesit have a category ? YES ~ FANTASY
5. Does it make sense ? NO ~ It is a FANTASY
Well done IVAN you have passed the MPS ~ Five points TEST !
Welcome on Board the Good Ship MPS !
Please check our site ~ Thanks BRIAN & ANGELA (UK)
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thank you
There is no test on MPS, just write your words in any way you like.
Those flying words of your have landed wonderfully on this page.
Welcome to MPS.
Nothing to say but - good write there!
Don't bother with people who cant see writing beyond a formulae. Just write how you feel.
And you did that very well indeed, enjoyed reading you.
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