Learning how I was/
must hurt bad because
I’m not/
that way now. I hope.
Or
Finding out how I/
was must hurt so bad because/
I’m not that way now.
Tag Archives: rhyme
To The Poet Who Rhymes All Of The Time: Revolutionary ImproVerse Iambic Free Verse Poem
Instead of trying to rhyme/
all of your poetic time,
why not increase your talent?/
Why don’t you finally relent?/
Why don’t you stop being so frantic/
and take some lines that could be iambic/
and make them not?
OR
Instead of trying to rhyme/
all of your poetic time,
why not increase your talent?/
Why don’t you finally relent?/
Why don’t you stop being so frantic/
and take some lines that could be iambic/
and make them not rhyme?
At all?
Not even a little bit!
Come on! Try it once
or twice.
It could be
really good for you.
To The Poet Who Keeps Writing About A Woman He’s Not Marrying: Romantic IMprov Limerick
While I keep reading such words,/
I still find them slightly absurd:/
You’ve not taken her away!/
Shouldn’t emotions expressed this way/
be acted upon, and not just heard?
Plus this couplet:
(I’m not meaning to be critical. /
It just seems to be such a riddle.)
Though She Begs To Be Remembered: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku Lament
Her request to stay/
in touch won’t mean much when she’s/
out on a late date.
5:23 a.m. Moonochrome: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
I spied her tonight/
Hovering over a white/
And black frozen site.
Worthy Anxiety: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku
You’ve anxiety/
o’er where to be New Year’s Eve?/
Pity. Don’t worry!
Scary: Dreams Come True: Romantic IMprov Haiku + Iambic Poem
I finally learned/
why I’ve stayed so distant. Fear./
She’s the Goddess, dreamed.
AND
When teenage boy dreams
and fantasies
turn into adult man
realities,
they still can be
scary.
Buble’ Got It Wrong: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament
There’s a Buble’ song/
that has it all wrong. She’s met/
me but not really.
OR
The Michael Buble’/
song has it wrong. She’s met me,/
but hasn’t really.
Sweet Worder: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku
I’m gonna be sick./
He is so slick, throwing out/
sweet words* like St. Nick.
OR
*flirts
Do You Recall? Romantic Holiday Song Parody Lament
(Sung to the tune of “Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer”)
Well I’ve known brunettes
and redheads, accountants and funny ones.
Short ones and tall ones
and ones with hair bleached by the sun.
But do I recall
the greatest lover of all?
Not yet.