For a change of pace, I hope to introduce a new Sunday feature, I call it “Mangled Poetry” for a first attempt I plan on aiming really low, and as time progresses, I’ll try to aim lower. A good example of a mangled poem is the classic:
“Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Some Poems Rhyme,
Some don’t.”
Today I heard a song that rubbed me the wrong way, in the way only a really mangled poem can, the rhyme scheme was messed up at the end, and the rhythm was haplessly destroyed. While I hope I have the intelligence and creativity to do a wonderful poem, it’s a lot less fun.
Without further adieu:
The Kiss:
“Your lips call to me
The curve, the touch
The unspoken plea,
I want to see the things we do
I want to make this dream come true
We move together,
I feel your breath,
Our lips have wanted this forever,
The kiss is slow
And it feels really great.”
Please comment tell me what you think, and mangle some poetry for me.
July 27th, 2008 at 6:12 pm
Hmmm…I can mangle poetry just thinking of it. I find this task to be very hard..so here it goes (do not laugh…I am awful at this):
In the whisper of dead at night
My ears tingle with pure delight
Sweet nothings they are
That my heart holds true
For these are the words I hold for you
Begging for release from my burdened tongue
Jaded and sullen by love gone wrong
A dream it is for the taken
Hurry up and grab it while it’s hot!
July 27th, 2008 at 11:07 pm
do you mean there is something wrong with the poem you wrote. I thought it was great. I write all my poems like that. That is why I’m a great poet. And I know it.
lol : )
July 28th, 2008 at 7:10 am
Your poem made me giggle. However, I do really like it.
July 28th, 2008 at 1:46 pm
I’ve been giggling since I wrote this post, something just very funny to me about a poem gone bad. Harmony, Wonderful job with your poem, thank you very much.