"The Untitled Poem" by Andres Perez-Lopez

Grapevine West High
May 13
1 min read

The poem I made is nothing

Yes, literary, nothing!

No words, no title, no rhythm, no metaphors

Nothing but a single title

What gives out something is odd

Is it the time to say something

Or no time of say a single rhyme

The choice is on me

The poem I made is nothing,

Except one thing, that I am rhyming

Without ever using a metaphor,

Nor even a single rhyme to find a

Perfect title to call my poem.

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