Poem #25: 3-part Message

Iambic Pentameter Sucks Ass

They were as still as leaves on a front lawn
as awkward stiff as sheets of metal grass
oh how i wish they could be far, and gone
but no, the man commanding them's an ass.

They once were words but now they are deceased,
they once had feelings, now they say no more
with silken ropes you went to tame the beast
and lost what the lines were once fighting for

if you can't tell, i hate the poetry
that loses meaning just to be in form
of ways that sound like silver on the glass
and fall to earth like nothing that they are

Please stop ruining poetry for us
please stop ruining poetry for us.

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Uniform

They tell me that,
when you write
poetry, it must

Be in fashion.
why on earth
would i subscribe to

killing an art
just to make
half the world happy?

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Rhyming Poetry Sucks Ass

We were tired: our eyes were medals
of grey. And we sat as we are, pedals-
What? wait, that makes little sense.
forgive me, for i think that you are- tense.

Tense? these words aren't mine, rather
they are the creation of some other, gather
that i don't believe in these things
much less than you would speak in rings

(Rings?)

Apologies.

It seems that my mouth has been shut
and that these words, once mine are- but?
a remainder of what once was, what could
have been a scene, what should
have been promise, is now
nothing but a cold, black -cow?

dammit.


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This is a series of poems I did when I had an assignment to write a poem either in iambic pentameter or with some sort of rhyme or syllable structure. This ended up being too hard for me and I turned in a half-legible unrhymed unstructured mess that I wrote on an 8-hour flight. I still got full credit. The above are meant to be read humorously.