So, I would like to share a poem that I wrote for Creative Writing last week. I'm kinda proud of it, cause I find it amusing at least. We were told we could use any form, but it had to be about using the metaphor-- "life is like a broken record" or something like that... I'm also a sucker for end rhyme and iams so the whole thing is iambic in nature and follows an AABB format.
so here goes...
Der Tod und Die Musik
Oh won't you play my record dear?
and think of past, don't shed a tear.
The music played dost make me think
of days gone by, I need a drink.
These thoughts, this music, makes me sick
but you my dear are just a dick.
You have no thought for me you jerk,
oh why is it this didn't work?
You left me here alone to die,
alone, with no more tears to cry.
The disc creates a sweet loud scratch,
but like our love, there is no patch.
I guess that when our love must end,
and when the music dost offend,
then to the dumpster it must go,
this broken record, love--my foe.
After writing this poem, I sat back and laughed. I wrote an entire poem about something that has never happened to me. I should have titled it "the Lie" but I think I have a thing for German titles :) Anyways, hope you enjoy !
