Poetry Peeves!!!


Over the years, I’ve received a ton of Internet poetry via email that the sender, usually one of my sincere and well-meaning friends, lavishes their praise and accolades upon - This poem is great! This is SO true! If only EVERYONE would read this poem! - and on and on. And typically, within the first few lines, I find myself in excruciating agony not able to bear even the thought of torturing myself by reading further.

I realize everyone has their own particular style and taste in poetry. Some do not like poetry at all thinking it is a waste. Some like dark poetry, commiserating and wallowing vicariously in the misery of others.

Others like poetry that carries on for what seems to be an eternity.

I prefer love poems (nothing vulgar or salacious), inspirational poetry and fun poetry. In almost everything, even in tragedy, if you look closely, there is almost always something inspirational buried within.

Here are my “Poetry Peeves”:


“Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me” Syndrome

The Forced Rhyme

The Predictable Rhyme

The “Overuse” Offense

The “Never Ending” Poem

The “God Ambush”