Poetry

Poetry

A Poem by Will

Poetry's like a fart,
If it has to be forced, it's probably crap.
Poetry should come from the heart,
The poet should feel with every keyboard tap.

Emotions flood the page,
And ink fills it, too.
Like wine, it improves with age,
And with each poem, we are born anew.

I pour myself into every work,
No matter how hard it may be.
And yes, I may grow irked,
But it's a labor of love for me.

So poets, don't write
Because you think you need to.
Write with emotion, with all of your might,
And above all, to yourself stay true.

© 2013 Will


Author's Note

Will
Not my best, and it's certainly raw. Feedback and opinions on editing is greatly appreciated on this one.

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There is nothing wrote about writing about farting. There is a very funny part of Ulysses from James Joyce as he sits on the toilet - a good write..

Posted 10 Years Ago


Poetry is like holding a gun to a crocodile's head and saying "Say my name b***h." I know it doesn't make any sense. It's a WC metaphor, It doesn't have to make sense. Fun poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Good concept, fair execution. I think you could have not been so conversational about things - I think this would have worked better with an impassive, impersonal speaker.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I am really laughing out loud at the first line! And you are absolutely right - the fart analogy may not sound poetic, but it is the most accurate description of writing I have ever heard! Rhyme is spot-on, rhythm good - one typo (And). Two thumbs up for the fun and truth factors!

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Will
Will

Brooklyn, NY



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Well now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..

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