What do you call it,
A poem that does not rhyme?
A fucking sentence.
Posts Tagged ‘anti-poetry’
I am the Anti-Poet, Volume IX
Tuesday, April 26th, 2011 by ahornerI am the Anti-Poet, Volume VIII
Sunday, April 3rd, 2011 by ahornerThe words formed in his head,
Writ in ink of the brain;
They didn’t come from his soul,
But he didn’t protest.
It wasn’t his best work,
He could feel this inside;
All he could do was sit back
And hang on for the journey.
He chose his words carefully,
He wrote line by line,
And when the poem was done,
He simply said, “Okay.”
I am the Anti-Poet, Volume VII
Monday, March 14th, 2011 by ahornerIt may not be healthy to hold out
Any hope that I may not have sold out–
I’ve abandoned my roots,
Sent my pride down the chutes;
My reception? We’ll just say that it’s chilly.
These rhymes started off as a candid
Means to show off the words I commanded.
I’d pull off the affair
With remarkable flair,
And give my readers just what they asked for.
But now, as my ego grows frail,
I realize that my rhymes have grown stale.
I’ve become quite the whore,
And my words are a bore,
But I’m glad I could tell you my story.