Love Lies Bleeding

I think poetry is an acquired taste to be honest. I'm not really into poetry in a big way as it all seems a bit flowery and pretentious to me. A bit like wine snobbery, but I am probably just talking from a biased and ignorant standpoint. I have tried writing poetry but like love it does not flow easily for me. An example of this combination is the following, my attempt at a love poem.

LOVE LIES BLEEDING

Broken hearted with no carousal

Brooding and carping


LOVE LIES BLEEDING

Decrepit and decaying

A poor heart of carmine, covered with a drooping cardigan

LOVE LIES BLEEDING

Oh to fecundate this bleeding love of mine

I fear would leave me fettered, feral and faint

LOVE LIES BLEEDING

Exacerbating, everlasting

Evermore and exacting

I think I was under the influence of a alcohol when I wrote this poem and I was picking words at random from a dictionary and weaving them into a poem as you can probably tell.

Therefore because of my lack of skill in this department I will being drawing on other authorities for the poetry spot for poetry enthusiasts in future blogs.