Why do we like
Poetic phrases
More than we like
Poetry?
Is it that we like
To be spoon-fed
With things that
Leave us dead?
Such that haikus
Are strewn
Like moon dust
Upon our moon
And sagas never
See the light of day
As we muck around in our
Unimaginative play
Roses are red
Violets are blue,
True, but what else
Did they do…
Take some time
And learn a form (besides haiku)
Freestyle is in, be unique
Don’t conform!
You'd be surprised
It's rather fun,
and at the end, you can praise you
For a job well done
Shakespeare, Shelly
The great that be
Would think this
Generation, quite lazy
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem