Now I’m not good at rhyming

It takes too much thinking

And we both know

How good I am at that

But I just wanted to tell you

In my own special way

That you, my friend,

Are special as well

And I know I should stop

And I know I should stay

But being in this position

Burns my heart away

See, I rhymed

I rhymed for you

So can you see the passion now?

It’s your fault anyway—being so cute

If you had...

I want to write a book,

but I’m scared I can’t do well.

I want to right a book,

but who’s story do I tell?

Do I write of love and fairytales?

Or a tragic combat where the hero fails?

My story or theirs?

This plot or that one?

As hard as I try, I can’t make it fun.

I can’t find the story that I’m meant to write,

something within me knows it’s not right.

I want to write a book

but I’m sc...

when you look at me

a smile is what you will see

you say my name

and i feel full of fame

out of every god to ever be believed in

you are the only one to erase all my sin

i know that i’m not worthy of your love

but will you still be my dove?

Happy Valentine’s day Andrea

Love, Casey

(P.S. sorry for the bad poetry)

❤️❤️❤️...

This is my poem.

Now, leave me alone!

What? You got a bone,

To pick with me?

Don’t you see?

I’m finally free.

Since I furnished,

The task finished.

Your power diminished.

I hate poetry.

What, it can’t be?

No possibility?

Well I despise it!

And if the shoe fit,

You musn’t acquit.

You didnt notice?

Well, time to focus.

Just give me the bonus....

POEM ONE:

its one pm

its time for bed

that doesn't rhyme

i have no time

thats too bad

but i feel sad

as this is fifty points

and my teacher it will dissapoint(s)

POEM TWO:

once upon a time

there was a poet

it was either that

or drop out

POEM THREE:

what do i see?

i see my future

running far from me

POEM FOUR:

hatred

is a feeling i feel

at the moment

for no reason

sadness

is what i feel

when i...

Today is your lucky day

You’ll see me try to rhyme

(Key word: try)

I swear, if this is a waste of time…

While you’re here, maybe I’ll tell you why this sucks

Poetry is so RESTRICTIVE

Don’t even get me started…

It makes me feel a tad vindictive

Writing a poem is a struggle

Even reading one doesn’t make sense

And the poems we “analyze” (more like make up meanings for) in English class…

Edgar All...

I’m struggling to make my words rhyme , My tongue twisted into the taste of lime . I’ll pour you a drink of wine as my poem are claimed to be mine .

The way my poem intertwine my emotions as they spill onto the lines , The way the ink makes the page stink as it seeps through onto the other side it no longer glides for there tears that fell on the page leaving a stain that will always remain .

...

I absolutely hate love, why?

Because my mind goes completely frantic

When I want to say something romantic

I think of poetry, but my lips go static

My heart says “you are radiant, cosmic.

You’re voice a symphony, melodic.

Tell me your every thought on any topic,

I want to know you, down to the microscopic.”

But when I see you, I go blank and I panic

So all I can manage to say is “Hi.”...

The dark, frigid waters

Are waters dark and frigid.

They’re cold, making

Them never warm.

It’s that way because….

Of something.

Since I was a whippersnapper

Ive known where I’m from.

That’s enough for me.

I mean, why do I have to express

Myself in this manner? It feels

Like I’m just making incomplete

Sentences to unclearly

Portray how I’m feeling.

Let’s be honest: most poetry

We call good would p...

I can’t find the words to say

Repetition is to blame

Nothing ever feels the same

And I just wanna stop

I know it’s good for my brain

But man, it’s driving me insane

Translate feelings, mostly pain

A time for taking stock

Fuck these lines

Fuck these rhymes

Fuck, I’ve wasted all my time

I don’t know and I don’t care

Why would you, an unheard prayer

This thing called art I may forswear

Eternal wri...