Memories of bad poetry

It started simple enough -
Passion and Page...
Oh, and Pen.
Now where to start?
 Finding our way
onto highways of rhymes.
The transportation of thoughts,
the collision of crying
and rhythm.
 If it seemed easy,
well then... it was.
Merging rants
into loosely chimed
 And Oh.
We could
on and on
with this
that glow
in the dark
like a
candle to blow.

And I'm glad someone did...


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Jessica R.'s picture

Yay! Something new. I love this one though I don't agree with the title. You are incapable of writing bad poetry. This piece proves that.

Hope to see more :)