National Poetry Month is only thirty days long, so if you’re thinking you’ve got until the 31st to polish that monument to bad poetry floating in your head, you’re on the road to heartbreak.
Anyone can write bad poetry and, in truth, it’s unhealthy to suppress your inner bad poet. As we say around the office: be the bad poem.
Of course, the path to truly awful verse is a long and arduous one, menaced by good taste and cold eyes, littered with the bones of highbrow aspirations. But armed with the courage of your mixed metaphors and the knowledge that Mom always liked you best, you can drag the glory of the English language to depths that heretofore only people in love have dared to sink.
Can’t choose between free verse and meter? Try this article.
If you just want to write badly well, check out this anthology.
Manifold. Now there is a word that could make a real howler of a rhyme.
Posted by: Alan Hogue at April 22, 2005 02:27 PMCan't come up with an exact rhyme. But, in the spirit of bad poetry, couldn't we say...
The costs of kissing are manifold
the least of which is the common cold