This week, we have 3 poems to show you. We even have a new poet this week! Woohoo! These are all poems constructing what is truly the “problem with poetry.”
Next week’s theme is: She broke my heart, so I broke her jaw.
Email your submissions to me at faren@booksnbrews.com! I promise I don’t bite!
This Is A Poem About Poetry by Faren Coday
Poetry is wired
to kind of
be a hypocrite:
You must be honest,
but your eyes
must blink
in a way that’s relatable.
You have to ride
on the backs
of your tribe,
but also hang
in their heart
like a memory
they wish they forgot.
Poetry is a girl
that
shatters glasses
against walls she once
thought were built
to
house her
every single feeling,
to longingly
peer out of
the windows
out of that house
even though the grass
is fading
and the words
are burning
against her tongue,
like the winter
that rendered
every
strangers eyes
into diamonds
she
willing advertised
to the world
along her
neck.
And
it was the only
warmth
she felt,
so she thought
it was the only
warmth
she could write about.
I Write Poems by Ally Fazio
My name is Ally Fazio
and I write poems.
I don’t write fluff poems,
I don’t write butterfly kiss poems
or Honey-I’m-Home poems,
My poems do not sing la la la.
I don’t write cute kitten poems that purr
or cuddly poems.
No,
I write sharp poems,
I write bite poems,
I write burn-me-at-the-stake poems
Put-me-on-a-cross-and-make-me-a-martyr poems.
No-nonsense-makes-sense-honest-to-God poems.
I write the-Devil’s-do poems
and God-isn’t-dead-but-he-sure-as-hell-is-disappointed poems.
I write politics poems.
Mister, I write truth poems.
My poems don’t lie
about the actions of falsified heroes
and honest martyrs.
My poems punch faces
and kick between legs
and bite throats out
and scratch cheeks
and stab into torsos
and fire bullets into eye sockets.
I write poems.
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