Writing bad poetry’s terribly easy
Glib little couplets their line endings cheesy
With words that rhyme but make no sense
Although these two lines are quite coherent, I’ll say in my defence
Even if I did mutilate the rhythm a bit there
And then couldn’t get a rhyme on this one.
For the sacrifice of sense
The poet must watch
You can’t just say whatever rhymes
Like throwing in a scotch
For no reason.
The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm,
Which walks and then crawls
And then it falls down in its knees, really badly
With a rather embarrassing sigh.
Meter or no meter, choose by all means
But limping between the two
Is often hideous and feels really awkward.
And getting a rhyme by repeating a word,
Sure, word rhymes with word
So far as I’ve heard
But it sucks.
If you’re going to rhyme
Want to do it all the time
As the tension starts to climb
Doing it and stopping
Sounds a bit silly
Now that I think about it.
You can rhyme alternate lines
Or the end of a stanza
Use internal echoes sometimes
Try half rhymes, they are grand sir!
If you don’t like structure
Make exquisite free verse
That flows, river smooth
Across the page
Free with it
Take no prisoners with clichés
Keep your metaphors unmixed
For a mixed metaphor is like
A bull in a church.
A fart in a china shop
They make no sense.
Your poetry is like a blossoming flower
And I am drowning in its sea.
Don’t steal from famous writers
Smart people will notice this.
But if you can avoid these traps
You will be a poet