💩 Calling all crappy poets… #poem

There’s this Kamikaze who flew over me
For a suicidal crash landing on my poetry
The arrogant, ignorance was a sight to see
As such, I snapped it like a paparazzi
For the whole damn world to read
As a means to an end of everything
Hiding behind the safety of touch screens
Lacking the basic faculty’s of reality


Published by Kelly

“I’m just a girl in the world…that’s all you’ll let me be...” Southern California Native who gets in trouble for sarcasm, suffers from bouts of OCD, and listens to an eclectic range of music really, really loud especially while driving too fast. Turn up the Rap, R&B, Punk, Billy, Indie, Alternative, Classic, Folk, Metal, and Grunge, Melodic, Industrial, Electronic, Soul and so on you get the point.

5 thoughts on “💩 Calling all crappy poets… #poem

  1. A Sin Not To Be A Sonnet…

    So when is a sonnet not what it seems?
    Fourteen lines counted across centuries past
    Scrambled eggs in one basket of dreams
    Scripted divine, surmounting those iconoclast

    Rhyming in rhythms so we are told
    Nine left now bereft of a pseudo story
    Defining the schisms of sown rules old
    A line out of place stressed in poetic glory

    Six lines now, is all I’m allowed
    Affixing conflicting beliefs that crowd
    My delivered eloquence to all of you
    Stilted in quilted soft tissue couture
    Shaking my spear, too much to endure
    At least it’s more relevant than appalling Haiku. 🙂

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