I felt poetic late last night so of course I Googled how to write bad poetry.
I don’t know why I have an impulse to read the opinions of strangers on how to write poetry, it feels similar to my impulses to go on binges of reading one star reviews for spas.
Some of the opinions I came across:
only professors looking to make extra money write poetry
Americans hate poetry
No one has time or patience to read poetry
Writing poetry is like writing song lyrics
Writing poetry is not like writing song lyrics you idiot!!!! there’s no music in poetry!!
Just write with feeling!!
Anyways I didn’t feel very metric or contained yesterday so here’s what I have so far, minimally formatted.
Another afternoon
If I had one more precious afternoon
Next to you
A garden rendezvous redo
I would lay my lips beneath your ear
Softly exhale to make you shiver
Slowly breathe in to steal your scent
I only need a few more languid moments
Maybe without sunset rat frolicking
That would be enough for me
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I want to feed you a thousand fruits
In every ripened shape and size
Ten thousand flavors from tart to sweet
Rare sour bitter lush sticky nectar
Tiny motes of pleasure from my fingers
A tender spectrum bite by bite
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When someone asks me to describe you:
A voice of velvet hesitation
A mind of devious imagination
A heart of mischief and sorrow
A spirit of curiosity and kindness
A form of love
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