Think I might have written enough poems for now
A fair few, a little something for everyone, perhaps?
In the beginning it seemed to be all about the rhyme
But not so much anymore
Of course it’s nice to rhyme, gives your poem something of an orderly chime
Outright
I will go ahead and hold up my hands, freely admitting to having been nothing but a rather presumptuous pup
For I took it entirely upon myself in stating that poetry was pretentious when really it never was
In fact, as time rolls on I do find it quite a lot like prose
Except for it’s a shorter story that can tell people a whole lot more
As it turns out I like to write poetry as much as I like to write prose
Maybe even more!
I still believe that there are wholeheartedly no real rules
Rather it a job in itself the writer having to learn their trait properly
Isn’t that the only way that people are ever going to take to it
You pitted with vocabulary and an utter need to use it as well as you can
‘Til eventually you can smile hard, noting that you might have actually managed to match a few men who have written poems read in all of our school exams
My God, wouldn’t that be a fortunate conclusion to your oh so heady plans
Read as much or as little as you like
Take from this what you will
Because I know one thing above all else
That I am happy to take a step on up to the next level
Hopefully I can
