Whose car is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch him laugh. I cry hello. He gives his car a shake, And laughs until her belly aches. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The car is excited, blue and deep, But he has promises to keep, After cake and lots of sleep. Sweet dreams come to him cheap. He rises from his gentle bed, With thoughts of kittens in his head, He eats his jam with lots of bread. Ready for the day ahead.
I know, it doesn’t make sense, but the style the generator copy is with the help of Robert Frost, for the underlying structure. Ohhh, and the website I used is called poem generator.
The generator only find the rhyme and synonyms, and slaps that together to this mess.
So I know many people including myself, who rode their first poem, and it was kinda trash, here was my first poem which I wrote, so you can see that you’re not alone, that everybody starts somewhere.
Goldilocks and the three bears Goldilocks came upon a cozy cottage On looking for the porridge Looking for the bear, saw none Done looking, time to eat felt like a bank run Intense hot, made her tongue stung Liberating the hotness, that ain't fun Oww, then done with the hot ones Continue eating the second porridge Kid groaned "Bleck" and her tongue felt cold Started to eat the last porridge, that's gold Bet you didn't notice the secret code above Take every alphabet At the beginning of every sentence Make a word Then guess the password Goldilocks was a girl a lack of proper manners She needs to sit down Wandered into the living room, looking around "Hmph" she huffed Were disgusted Trying to adjust Trying to readjust "The chair is big as a refrigerator" Laid later down to a medium-sized chair "This chair is still too big! " Wasn't fulfilled Sat down on the little chair Haven't felt this much care It's not comparable "It's comfortable " "Crak!" Thinking about fixing the chair Didn't care "Oh well" she yawned Time to get supercharged Searching for a bed Laid dead on the bed "no, no, no, this bed was made out of granite" Beside the bed was a pomegranate Then sat down on mama's bed "help" sunk in the bed, caught her hair After a struggle Made a guggle sound Finally made out of their And laid exhausted Finally laid in the bed Lucky for me This one is cozy and comfy And as soon she, went to, sleep The three bears came home, happy as they had porridge to eat They came inside; a little porridge eaten was all they could find The three went to the dining room to get some rest But the condition there was not the best Sheets lying here and there And the broken chair of the baby bear In a rage, the three bears went upstairs They found Goldilocks there and she ran down the stairs And after that you know, everything was repaired So this was the tale of the three bears
As you can see I did struggle with rhyming and making sense of it. So I want to give a masterclass in writing a poem. In the next couple of days, so I want to know what to you feel hard about writing/reading poetry? What do you wonder about poem? Any question/Q&A? Write it down on the comment.