Po(l)em(ic)

Cherry

By Ewan

Wed, 28 Oct 2026
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8 comments
 

And every syllable is torn
from the sole of your shoe,
each line unplanned,
scanned with a bar code reader, 
every single clumsy rhyme
crow-barred in, every time.

Claptrap posing as the greatest art,
part religious drivel, 
snivelled over, heart-broken 
English spilled on the page
like tea and half-digested crumbs
of knowledge from your bygone age.

 

Certificate U
Poem
Not Quite Good Enough
Rant

Comments

Submitted by Makis on

You sound out of sorts this morning Ewan?

 

Submitted by Ewan on

  after getting this splenetic effort off my chest I feel much better. Writing as Catharsis by I M Angree.

Sometimes I look at my own writing and think, that's just terrible. Then I don't look at it for months, and it doesn't look so bad.

Thanks for checking up. I do appreciate it.

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Submitted by Makis on

Please take consolation from the fact that, at one time or another, we all go through the same doubt, regret and dismay. Your poem is honest, heart felt and poignant and will strike a chord with every writer.

 

Submitted by insertponceyfre... on

Fake news (to quote someone or other). But I'm glad it made you feel better

 

Submitted by celticman on

splenetic, now there's a word. 

 

Submitted by Ewan on

 my favourites.

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Submitted by airyfairy on

Yep, definitely, sometimes our works of art and pearls of wisdom feel like the greatest waste of time in the world, and then we look again and, as you say, they're actually not that bad. The line about our bygone age made me smile. Really identified with this one, Ewan!

Submitted by Turlough on

Poetry's often a lot better when looked at again a bit later. I read Paradise Lost 350 years after it was written, and it was great.

And a few words put down to unburden yourself usually helps.

And writing something's always better than writing nothing, such as me just now. 

Turlough