Poem: The Dud

| September 20, 2010 | 1 Comment

I can not write a poem.
I don’t know what to say.

Each time I have a great idea,
it all just goes away.

The words are not on paper.
I’m running out of time.

And when I think I have something,
it doesn’t even rhyme.

I can not find a rhythm.
There is no poetic flow.

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose,
Sometimes you just let go!

by: Connor Griffin

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Category: Creative Writing, Fine Arts, Krueger

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  1. Mr. Sharpley says:

    Nice Job Connor – ¡Bien hecho Connor!

    Connor McQueuen of Clan McLarren, “There can be only one!”

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