Poetry

Where to begin?

Other than the waves of hatred,

There is only anger and pain.

Poems

They look at you with pity and fear

Knowing that they’ll be soon torn apart

And left with nothing but a fake meaning

Meaning

That was never there in the first place.

Why try to find meaning where there is none?

The way these poems are put through the depths of hell for our English class

Analyzing

Picking the poem apart like a scientific experiment

Just give me tweezers and a lab coat

Have we forgotten how to enjoy poetry?

Reading

Do you people know how difficult it is

To enjoy poetry, when we must look for a

‘Hidden meaning’ when the words are right on the surface?

Writing

Not as bad as analyzing poems,

But it’s hard to be creative when forced to

Good poems take heart, but am I willing to give that up?