A Bad Poem

If I wrote you a really bad poem
Would you be honest and tell me truth
As I explore different ways and forms
I want to be sure I’m making good use
Trying out new things to expand my mind
And eventually write you better verses

But you’ll notice that I’ll code my verses
Getting lost in the meaning of the poem
Even then you don’t really seem to mind
Because within the lines I conceal the truth
It’s true, my poetry is my journal put to use
As I explore different ways and forms

And when I’ve tried new ways and forms
I’ve noticed I’m more proud of my verses
I feel like I’ve made progress and put to use
My life experiences written in a poem
It’s a little intimidating to tell the truth
But I feel like I’ve expanded my mind.

So if I write a bad ode I hope you don’t mind
It’s the way the notion takes shape and forms
Because in writing I can always find the truth
Being honest with myself expressed in verses
Even if you’re lost in the meaning of the poem
At least I feel I’ve tried and put it to good use

So when reading this format I’ve put to use
Maybe the repeating lines will come to mind
This is not the way I usually write a poem
But something my heart writes and forms
I just want to make sure you enjoy the verses
Because I’ve always looked to you for the truth

And there is nothing like the brutal truth
To let me know if I’ve put my words to good use
So that you and others can enjoy the verses
I want to make sure I stir the reader’s mind
In the way the lines take shape and forms
Ideas that seemed good in a bad poem

So when you read the verses tell me truth
If the poem makes sense then I’ve put to good use
The words my mind shapes and forms