On this annual Valentine’s Day,

I will write you a sonnet.

I will shine my love on you,

As bright as a close-passing comet.

You asked me to show up,

And that’s what I’ll do.

I’ll do what’s uncomfy,

Because I love you.

So on this one day,

Of the three sixty-five,

I will give you my everything,

Till I'm no longer alive.

So on this one day,

Appreciate the rare,

To point out the obvious

That I ob...

this poem is in lowercase

with

randomly chosen line

breaks

so you know that I am

unconventional

lines about mental illness

obvious metaphor using flowers and rain

my suffering is

art

verses about love

lost

freckles compared to stars

some babbling about

scars...

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.”...