As a writer and a reader
Of a craft I claim as an art
I ask a question, the question
Many of my like have asked before
What makes a poem anyway
I have little time for rhyme
Or attention to consume an essay
Short words saying nothing
Or some degree of pretension
I am a hypocrite at times
Penning such similar verses
To those I happily criticise
I like telling a story
Or leading an emotion
Little poems so easy
To dip in and out from
little poems like bullets
From a machine gun
rat a tat, tat, tat
I stay away from rigid
structure like poems
With heavy set rules
Aside from the occasional haiku
Beauty is a such
That words are just meant to be
Something so simple
And so there I am again
Being an overbearing poet
Am I even a poet or just a writer
Someone with too much time
A pen or a keyboard
Writing shit down constantly
So what is this on my page
Staring back at me now
I still await the answer to come
What makes a poem anyway
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many people struggle with this, me included. Nevertheless I wrote a poem: 'What is a Poem? '. You might want to check it out.
Thank you for reading and commenting I will have a look at your poems