Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The 50-Word Poem

On a bus trip
home, headphones
on,
book opened
on poetry writing.
So,
what is poetry?
I never understood, still
don't,
never will.
Not for lack of
trying. Now,
this sounds pathetic.
In the same manner
I
see this world.
Like the hag
sitting
by the door,
one eye
closed.

5 comments:

(T) (H) (B) said...

?!?!?!?!

mrdes said...

haha...this is just a poetry writing exercise...write anything, 50 words. Don't sweat over it.

Anonymous said...

My 5o word poem:

Drop your hands,
Else I will pull down your pants!
Leave me alone,
Or I will hit you with a stone.
Stay where you are,
While I get off the car.
Don’t say a word,
or you’ll be hurt.
Give me back my bag,
Or you’ll get a tight slap!

mrdes said...

Hi bel esprit,

Wow, yours actually rhymes! But why so angry? Like a spat with Bf...heehee

Anonymous said...

LOL. No la...just wanted it be something different. Normally poems are very slow, descriptive often with some value in life they are talking about? Hmm..LOL