A poem about writing a poem when you can't write a great poem. Comments please?
Why do so many people write
about cereal, and socks?
And birds in cages, birds in flight,
birds falling from flocks?
With wounded wing, the bird still sings;
as the true poet writes his way
through cages of self-doubt
and writer's block, he finds the words to say:
"Hey! I am still here- I'm not ashamed
to write a bit of mince!"
I learned that there is no 'perfect' poem,
and I've written better, ever since!
- Anonymous10 years agoBest Answer
Do you think Pollack worried about spray patterns?
I doubt Fontana measured his 'slices'.
ee cummings inverted grammar while dining....
there's always a reason, so
.Source(s): My Mommy
- GrannyjillLv 710 years ago
I had decided to give up poetising.
To jack all this rhyming stuff in.
I really had made my mind up
When, I was driven once again to begin.
I know what I write is just rubbish
That it has not one iota of merit
But something compulsively drives me
Like a tread-milling, imprisoned ferret.
Even when I've nothing to utter
When inanities pour from my brain
I still find myself compulsively trying
To produce a perfect poem again.
Perhaps, I'm like an old poseur
Who performs when the fridge door's ajar
I'm desperately seeking approval
Look at me! I want to be a great star.
(Oh to write a great poem - I should die a happy woman)
But when genius was being given out I was unfortunately taking an unscheduled trip to the loo...the story of my life)
- Anonymous10 years ago
I used to sit for hours and spin my wheels
For sweet perfection and neglect life's sport
But one does not exist, the other's short
And in the final court there's no appeals.
Are poets gods, all living saints who kneel
Before the muse's altar and comport
Themselves with solemn splendor; now I snort
Because I know that picture isn't real.
I have some dreams, but tempered as they are
By observations publishers don't flock
About my feet and hang on every word
(And lesser ones than even me may mock)
I'm reconciled my verse won't travel far,
Though still from time to time it may be lured.
- GeminisingerLv 610 years ago
Writing, to poets like you is like a "get out of jail free" card to Monopoly players. Some are great ,others not so much.It's the sheer joy of doing it that matters. Think of all the people who were Forbidden to write or show their work throughout the ages! We are truly blessed to have that freedom.....and BTW,I dig your mince!Source(s): ...not as proliferous
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- FredericLv 610 years ago
some write what they feel
some write what they think
some write what they know
some write what they see
some write what they want
some just write
i personally see all writing from all writers as a good thing
but i have noticed as in all walks of life there are those that bring the baggage of their own lives into the writing arena and i don't see anything positive in that...
any writing should be a place to exchange thoughts ideas even journeys
but alas one can dream
- AmandaLv 44 years ago
I love the concept of it. Unfortunately, the length of the two parts (listing your body parts, and then re-listing them) takes away from the emphasis. People will get the idea you're trying to put across, try removing excess baggage. Also, weather is the condition outside, whether is comparing two things.
- Anonymous10 years ago
I write about what comes to mind. When a rose - was the theme - I received a comment that said - "Gee, another rose poem". It was not another rose poem to me - and that is all that mattered ♥
- shirleyfLv 610 years ago
Ha,ha...I like your poem. It's cute and says a lot at the same time. Nice.Source(s): your friend, shirley
- .Lv 710 years ago
I never know if it's gonna be a good one or a terrible one. I just write the first sentence & let it take me where it wants to go. lol
- What's It 2 ULv 510 years ago
we write when were trapped
what we want to feel
serial then, heels that we dig
it the emotion and the scene
and well you def found
your beat ;D