Cliched poem, poem by Drem
June 25 2016
“Everyone throws away their keys and leaves.
Everyone puts their demons in a cage,
wearing tinted glasses
with tears streaming down where else but their cheeks from their eyes.
Something is hidden.
I’m guessing the keys.
Something else is found.
Definitely not the keys. Those are long gone and nobody wants them back.
Someone is “yearning”.
Someone is “empty”
from a broken heart or a lost dream or a missed whatever.
Then there’s the passion of the people that are in
a very dramatic place- like a beach.
They were lovers.
And now they aren’t!
And it’s sad because he “lusts passionately” for her
as he describes her body using sexy words.
And they hear things people hear at a beach,
Like I said, very dramatic.
A storm might even be involved.
Sometimes everyone doesn’t belong.
That guy at the beach probably doesn’t belong there. He should be over his ex but he can’t let go because she is just so pretty.
Some people do belong.
It eventually happens. Like, in the next poem.
Sometimes people use sentences
and sometimes they just write a bunch of questions
Most people don’t write anything new.
There’s too many yes-men and not enough introspection.
Or they do a haiku and become famous.
That is, unless that person included a thing about being in chains.
Held back by chains.
Down by chains.
Chains are everywhere in poetry,
constricting the art so it can’t breathe and the author can’t breathe either.
Someone might die.
Poetry is actually a very dangerous place
where melancholia is rampant and everyone’s depressed or obsessed with flowers
or missing a piece of themselves that someone they cared about took!
And that evil thief left the author nothing but ideas
for a cliched poem.
And, that person threw away keys and it was most likely raining when it all went down
and it was in Autumn
because autumn is a nice word, and there are different colored leaves.”
(C) Drem 2016