I am a simple poem,
It's plain for all to see.
No haiku, limerick or sonnet,
Just simple rhyme for me.
I'm on my second verse just now,
So soon it will be three.
Uncomplicated, very plain,
So easy, Oh! so free.
There are no causes I espouse,
For nothing I campaign,
I do not speak of love or lust,
I never speak of pain.
Some people say that I'm just words,
They don't know how I thrive.
I tell them I am born each day,
I'm very much alive.
I'm winding down towards the end,
Just another verse to go,
I've avoided all controversy,
I just went with the flow.
So here I am, sixth verse at last,
It's still plain for all to see
That if you keep it simple
You'd be a poem just like me!
Can't argue or debate on anything here, But you can call it a poem. My 'Birth Of A Poem' kind of follows the same idea. Keeping things simple can tell quite an interesting story. love your work 10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very clever. my sentiments exactly! I think you may like 'Criptic lipstick, Trashy mag, my very long excuse for my short poems,