You tell me that I'm poetic,
But, I'm pretty sure I'm not.
I don't have that flow-
That way with words-
That turns the most mundane of things into...
Beauty.
I don't posses the imagery to connect a peaceful ocean and...
Your face.
I'm not a poet.
I cannot rhyme.
And when I try to explain my philosophies;
I hear words-
Not art.
"This place I am daily,
Memorial f*****g high.
I feel so away from you;
I long for your hugs,
Your warmth,
Your sweet kisses,
Our Spanish conversations..."
God, this is so cliché!
Can't you see?
This is not poetry.
I agree with Inkblack. This is poetry and the cliches fix. For a first poem, this is fantastic. My first poetry is still in an anthology at my elementary school. It sucks.
Quick opinion: Philosophy is always art.
And just remember...rhymes tend to kill poetry. Not being able to rhyme isn't so bad.
This "poem" (yes, I'm calling it a poem) rocks. The way you just dispense with all the filler and go straight to the meaning is awesome. It's ironic seeing as how you tried to be so analytical, you actually ended up becoming reflective in your work. Whoever said poetry had to rhyme? All it is is finding a way to express your thoughts, and you nailed it on the head. Fresh, honest, and to the point. Face the facts man; you're a poet. Keep up the awesome work!
Hmm... if it looks like a duck, and it quacks like a duck .... chances are ....
it's a duck!
This place I am daily,
Memorial f*****g high.
I feel so away from you;
I long for your hugs,
Your warmth,
Your sweet kisses,
Our Spanish conversations-
God, this is so clich!
Can't you see?
This is not poetry.
This flowed quite well... cliche's and all! :)
Your first?? Impressive.
I don't posses the imagery to connect a peaceful ocean and...
Your face.
I'm not a poet.
I cannot rhyme.
And when I try to explain my philosophies;
I hear words-
Not art.
i adore. the constant negation almost makes them all double negatives, which works.
Um, dude...
THAT WAS F*****G POETRY!
It had all the things you claimed to not have.
As for the whole cliche thing...they seemed to fit in a very odd way.
This was good for a first poem. The first few poems I wrote back in 7th grade were no where near as good as this. To be perfectly honest, THEY F*****G SUCKED!