I wrote another poem today

I tried to write a poem in iambic pentameter. How did I do?

So April 23rd is Talk Like Shakespeare Day. I think this is because that is either the day William Shakespeare was born, died, or both. I wrote a poem trying my darnedest to write in iambic pentameter, which good ol’ Willy was known for. I used an unusual rhyme scheme. I looked up the bubble sheet answers for the PSAT and used the correct answers to distinguish between different rhymes. Unfortunately I cannot locate the source I used for this, so I have no clue what year it is from. The rhyme scheme goes like this—

B-1
A-2
C-3
D-4

A-2
C-3
A-2
D-4

So on and so forth

So here’s my poem!

Look Up Before it’s too Late

All is well on the planet
Not this planet, good heavens no
Good fortune is not only found within sugary confections
Look up, or remain bêtise

The knowledge in society must grow
As it is known that humanity can be an infection
Ready, set, go
Look up, or pay the price

Sugar, spice, and everything nice
Enters reality’s imperfections
Without judgement à la a martinet
Look up, or lose all connections

Ensuring protections
As fellow Earthlings cachinnate
Home sweet home becomes a flambeau
Look up, destroy your vice

This is blog post 23 of 30 of my April writing challenge. Have a wonderful day, and remember your kindness does not go unnoticed!

Mind the Kids

I present to you readers a Blitz poem that I wrote to cope with some recent events… enjoy reading!

Here’s a Blitz poem for y’all! I like to consider myself a poet sometimes so here we go.

Read my lips
Read my mind
Mind is deep
Mind over matter
Matter exists
Matter of time
Time to live
Time to die
Die quickly
Die with grace
Grace cannot save you
Grace is what I deserve
Deserve good treatment
Deserve the best
Best wishes to you
Best of luck
Luck is what you want
Luck is what you do not get
Get your head straight
Get a grip
Grip on tight
Grip your new fate
Fate is twisted
Fate is out of my control
Control your emotions

Control the future
Future is bleak
Future starts now
Now face the facts
Now time is up
Up in flames
Up the middle
Middle of June
Middle of my journey
Journey to the Northeast
Journey to my heart
Heart is sad
Heart is broken
Broken to pieces
Broken bones
Bones are weak
Bones need brains
Brains should know right from wrong
Brains need time to heal
Heal the wounds
Heal the kids
Kids please change the world
Kids please change the future
Future
World