I am writer of poetry (poet to me just has too many negative connotations like a long cigarette and a beret.) who hates the majority of poetry and as such, I have written several pieces criticizing styles of poetry and stereotypes of people who write them. I shower daily, don't have locks, don't smoke weed, and have never owned a bongo drum (actually a lie, and old girlfriend bought me one as a joke). This poem more than anything is about the really crappy poetry that 15 year old guys give to their girlfriends.
He writes her bad poetry
so she can see
that he is so massively in love
with her
but his writing is sub-par
and doesn't go far
into any form of romanticism
just a look of disgust
it was a nice try
she says as she sighs
but your rhymes are atrocious
and the whole writing just lacks
He writes them with all love intended
and with a kiss he seals and sends them
but his heart doesn't make up for the fact
that his ideas are hackneyed and wrong
if she could see the heart behind the trash
she wouldn't have been so brash
in saying that, in all honesty
his writing was terrible
She couldn't understand the jumbled phrases
the words in between the spaces
and so she said
that this doesn't make any sense
to him she said
you're better off dead
because your love
means absolutely nothing to me
when he misinterpreted what was heard
feeling were hurt
and he said that there would never be
another love poem written
again with miscommunication
her summation
was that he would stop writing
the terrible poetry
but what he meant was goodbye
and with his final sigh
he left, with his crappy words
on white paper
never to bother her again
never to write another line
of things that he thought
were love.
Monday, March 23, 2009
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