18 and counting.

Walk in the door,
I.D.
Set it down,
write it out,
Initials.
Wait a while,
wait a bit more,
Come in now.
Sit on the edge,
dangle in the limbo,
close your eyes.
Pain comes fast,
hurry up and leave,
Latex and one, two, three,
it rests while I wait.
There, you're done,
look in a mirror,
shiny metal against the creamy carmel skin.

Little Willie Poem

Late last night a man killed his wife
By stabbing her a bunch with a knife.
He said he was sorry as they took him to jail.
I guess he prefers death than seeing his marriage fail.

Little Willie's prove to be a bit tougher than the mere couplet. Luckily it contained couplets, so the form was easy, but it was the message that had to be put across. It was mentioned that this style is commonly seen in today's music in the form of rap, used to cut people down that the person who is singing/speaking does not like. This poem structure is often used as a form of mudslinging.

Couplet Poem

I’m not one with the greatest luck,
But 2005 really did suck.
Family, Teachers, and Friends all around,
I put too many people I love into the ground.
I told my father to leave me be,
Just for my step dad to become a bigger ass to me.
Anti-Depressants the doctor gave,
To my mother as I inwardly caved.
Praised that a year had gone by with no self inflicted harm,
I had the hardest time keeping a knife from my arm.
17 years old, my life fell apart,
Maybe at 18 I’ll get a new start

Couplets are the basis of alot of poems, so to write a poem of just couplets was rather easy. As a writer, the only thing I found hard was trying to find rhyming words, although they didn't have to be, I wanted some rhythm. Sometimes using rhyme can make a poem sound childish, but if you stick with WHAT the poem is saying, it can help the message along quite well. I have no problems with this form, and find it to be the easiest since all it truely requires is two lines to make a stanza that don't have to rhyme, but more than likely they do. There is no maximum amount of lines you can do, no determined amount of syllables.

In the circus of clarity the spirits gaze,
They cough and choke on a purple haze.
They giggle and laugh at the insanity of sobriety,
The spirits praise the intoxicated members of society.

Forced Poetry

I think that
forced poetry is the worst poetry
it doesn't flow freely off the page,
feeling fanciful as it floats around.
I think that
forced poetry patronizes the
poet, places them someplace painful
and pessimistic.
I think that
forced poetry can turn malicious
and mocking, molding mechanical
matter-of-fact meanings into
miserable mopping maple leaves.
I think that
forced poetry will come out
outwardly candid and carefree
but inwardly is cold, callous,
condescending, curving confused comics
into cynical, cryptic, critics.
I think that
forced poetry is restrained and ridiculing,
reflective of the rude
writer inside.
I think that
forced poetry can be shocking
with its sincere simplicity as
it slips sinister sleepy solemn
thoughts into an unknowing
cerebelum.
I think that
forced poetry is desperate for
emotion, deriving its euphoric
displacement from eroding dandilions
that dance erratcally in the wind.
I think that
forced poetry is hopeful as it
looks for loving, lyrical words to
form it, to give itself a playful,
poem shape.
I think that
forced poetry is optimism in a
pessimistic world- it makes the day
brighter, but it won't help the overall
lampshade of night.
I think that
forced poetry is ridiculous,
secretive, frantic, earnest, hostile
attempts at forcing art out of
apathetic air.