I Want to Write a Poem :D - Lauren Andrews
I’ve decided I want to write
A poem
I could write about nature
And turn flowers and weather
Into metaphors
But nah, in the world of
High school literature,
Laments and bittersweet dirges
Telling of broken, shattered family lives
Always sells
(Kinda like a tabloid.)
So I open the computer
Go to my extremely unorganized Google Docs
It demands a title,
Okay, I’ll just call it
“Poem Thing”
Probably one of three hundred and twelve
“Poem Things”
Oh well
I’ll start this brand new poem
With a powerful, eye catching line
(It’ll probably end up being the title)
And now here come the descriptions
Oh! The descriptions
I wave my imagery wand
(Which is really just a series of
Tabs requesting that Google tell me
Synonyms of words I’ve overused)
I’ll make the imagery in the first half light
With some faint aroma of nostalgia perhaps,
But with an ever so slight
Melancholy undertone
(It’s a necessity, you see)
See, what I’m doing here is
I’m trying to tug at your little heartstrings
(Are you moved yet? No?)
So here is where I bring out
My stylistic tastes
Of the best tactics from refined literature
I’ll just
Keep hitting
Enter
Because I’ve
Learned that if you
Break
Up
A sentence
It just
Automatically
Sounds
Artsy
AF
Oh, and I’ll also
play with the Capitalization
because If i choose to capitalize
Certain Words
it just Seems like there’s A deeper
meaning
dO yOU sEe thE DeePeR mEanINg
CAn you fEel It??
And at my poem’s
Grand finale
Everything surges
Forward into
Darkness
To contrast with the light,
Delicate nostalgic innocence
Established at the beginning
And I’ll dangle the innocence
In front of your face
As the poem comes to a screeching
End
On some gruesome
Or depressing
Cliffhanger
Just feel the angst oozing from the paper
As every word is etched in
And no,
I tell you,
I can’t end on a happy note
No green light, no freed bird soaring over the ocean
Because let’s be real here
That isn’t the purpose of a high school poem
A poem
I could write about nature
And turn flowers and weather
Into metaphors
But nah, in the world of
High school literature,
Laments and bittersweet dirges
Telling of broken, shattered family lives
Always sells
(Kinda like a tabloid.)
So I open the computer
Go to my extremely unorganized Google Docs
It demands a title,
Okay, I’ll just call it
“Poem Thing”
Probably one of three hundred and twelve
“Poem Things”
Oh well
I’ll start this brand new poem
With a powerful, eye catching line
(It’ll probably end up being the title)
And now here come the descriptions
Oh! The descriptions
I wave my imagery wand
(Which is really just a series of
Tabs requesting that Google tell me
Synonyms of words I’ve overused)
I’ll make the imagery in the first half light
With some faint aroma of nostalgia perhaps,
But with an ever so slight
Melancholy undertone
(It’s a necessity, you see)
See, what I’m doing here is
I’m trying to tug at your little heartstrings
(Are you moved yet? No?)
So here is where I bring out
My stylistic tastes
Of the best tactics from refined literature
I’ll just
Keep hitting
Enter
Because I’ve
Learned that if you
Break
Up
A sentence
It just
Automatically
Sounds
Artsy
AF
Oh, and I’ll also
play with the Capitalization
because If i choose to capitalize
Certain Words
it just Seems like there’s A deeper
meaning
dO yOU sEe thE DeePeR mEanINg
CAn you fEel It??
And at my poem’s
Grand finale
Everything surges
Forward into
Darkness
To contrast with the light,
Delicate nostalgic innocence
Established at the beginning
And I’ll dangle the innocence
In front of your face
As the poem comes to a screeching
End
On some gruesome
Or depressing
Cliffhanger
Just feel the angst oozing from the paper
As every word is etched in
And no,
I tell you,
I can’t end on a happy note
No green light, no freed bird soaring over the ocean
Because let’s be real here
That isn’t the purpose of a high school poem