FaithWriters are a diverse bunch in their writing styles and preferred genres. Some love to compose devotionals. Others prefer apologetics, written testimonies, or other non-fiction. Still others would love nothing more than to write fiction.
And then there are the poets. Personally, I’ve written a few, but it’s not my forte’. To me, writing good, not to mention excellent, poetry is extremely difficult.
So maybe, there’s hope for me today. Because August 18 (yes, that’s today) is NATIONAL BAD POETRY DAY. A day to sit back and, well, write bad poetry.
But I’ve also been told that there are two kinds of bad poetry. The first type is written by people who THINK they are poets, but, well, just aren’t. They don’t realize their poetry is bad. These make us sigh – and perhaps cringe. We’ll call this “bad bad poetry”
The second type is written by very talented writers who just have a gift for writing poetry badly. They do it purposefully, and masterfully (if you can write something masterfully bad). There are at least a few of these at FaithWriters. And since I’m NOT one of them, I’ve invited my dear friend and fellow FWer Pat Guy to share one of her own original pieces here. Enjoy (or something LOL).
Twinkle, Twinkle
Very late one night,
With all your might,
You looked up very far to the moon.You saw a falling star,
Falling really, really far,
So far, it reminded you of a tune.You hummed a little song,
Quite delighted at the gathered throng,
When your rendition ended all too soon.Applause set forth,
You took a bow and headed north,
To the kitchen when you heard a little boon,Daddy, I didnit know you knowed the ABC’s.
Waddayathink?
Please share your own bad poetry in the comments – and send your friends over to read/share as well!
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8 Comments until now.
I would have no idea if this was good or bad poetry (that’s how clueless I am) but it made me chuckle so that makes it good,right?
Oh ‘bad poetry’ this is something that I can do well. Just wish I new when I was doing it.
Boogieman
I go to bed each night
with a gun under my pillow,
to protect me from the boogieman.
But each morning I wake up dead.
Streets of Klaipėda
As I walked out on the streets of Klaipėda,
I spied an old man walking his cow.
I said, “could there not be a method that is better?”
He replied, “my wife wants fresh milk and she wants it now”.
Cheers Kel
hehe – LOVE ‘em, Kelvin!
I adore bad poetry, and I’ve been known to write a few bad poems.
Here’s my offering:
Comparisons
Daises that won’t bloom
Are like flowers without a blossom
And that’s not awesome
Birds that have no song
Are like birds that don’t sing
And that’s worse than anything
Candy that’s not good
Is like bad candy
And that’s not dandy
Whales without blow holes
Are like suffocating whales
I tell you no tales
Chairs with ripped cushions
Are like torn up seats
And I understand that I am no Keats.
There once was a man from Brysis
Who had ears of different sizes
One ear was very tall
So he put it against the wall
Listening to the neighbor’s crisis.
Barb and Betts? TOOO funny – and so very bad
I suppose you might think of it sadly,
That I can write poetry badly.
The message is in it,
But not in a minute
Will you find it before you go madly.
I can’t write poetry and when i try it’s way beyond bad!
But these are FUN-tastic!