5 minute poetry

BlackMageGirl! · 11-05-2004, 08:17 PM

"The poet"

What defines a poet? This one man believes
That the definition of poet is not in the breeze
But rather something dark, secret and deep
The blacker of emotions that usually sleeps
So, this 'poet' writes this and even more
Why, he has taken the poetic world by storm!
Huh, and how did he come by this 'inspiration'?
Like poems are all about stanzas and complications
Believing that he knows how poetry is founded
The drivel that he writes continues, compounded
He's missing out on oh so many things
Start to finish, all sorrowful endings
Never seeing the lighter side of life
Never seeing more than pain and strife
Poetry is not defined by how dark it seems
It's about our thoughts, futures, and dreams!
Nothing defines a great poem more than that
It's all about our ideas, that is fact!
And lo, this poor lost lonely man
Would revolutionize the poetry span
It's all dark, sultry, shouldn't be touched
Yet not ever on the other side has he brushed
Sadness is his cloak, loneliness his crown
Looking from that mountaintop, creased in frown
How sad, to him we give our pity
For to him poetry must never be pretty!

11-05-2004, 08:17 PM	#11
BlackMageGirl! Oh hi! :D Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Currently in reality! Posts: 2,688	"The poet" What defines a poet? This one man believes That the definition of poet is not in the breeze But rather something dark, secret and deep The blacker of emotions that usually sleeps So, this 'poet' writes this and even more Why, he has taken the poetic world by storm! Huh, and how did he come by this 'inspiration'? Like poems are all about stanzas and complications Believing that he knows how poetry is founded The drivel that he writes continues, compounded He's missing out on oh so many things Start to finish, all sorrowful endings Never seeing the lighter side of life Never seeing more than pain and strife Poetry is not defined by how dark it seems It's about our thoughts, futures, and dreams! Nothing defines a great poem more than that It's all about our ideas, that is fact! And lo, this poor lost lonely man Would revolutionize the poetry span It's all dark, sultry, shouldn't be touched Yet not ever on the other side has he brushed Sadness is his cloak, loneliness his crown Looking from that mountaintop, creased in frown How sad, to him we give our pity For to him poetry must never be pretty! Last edited by BlackMageGirl!; 12-15-2004 at 01:52 PM.