Poetry Rhyme Or Free Verse Poem by Mike Berriman

I enjoy reading books and writing lines of prose
It starts with a word, and from there it just grows
To describe as exciting is drawing a long bow
But very engaging writing messages row on row.

Free verse to me is both cryptic and weird
Presenting in free has implications to be feared
My verse must rhyme and sound like a bell
Whether the subject is love or money or smell.

I recall in my poetry what is happening in life
Like hanging a picture or talking to wife
Free verse is random, like extracts of a book
Confusing mixed words and not a good look.

Too eclectic for some and too abstract for others
A jumble sale of words from flowers to brothers
Adjectives kidnapping nouns to make a good line
A mishmash of letters and never a rhyme.

And I claim that free, fails to entertain
It may prompt thought, from that I abstain
I write with rhyme for the readers amuse
So enjoy a few lines and hold the abuse.

6/2017