What a Poem is Made up of

Listen, darling, this is a verse;
Handled in maturity, baked in words.
Here is rhyme, here is some scheme,
And here I infuse some figure of speech.
See how I use the device of Repetition,
How I take care of proper punctuation.
Imagine me infusing ornamental words here;
Imagine me using embellished lingo there.
Expect me to give it a classic touch,
To make it look like a conventional bum.

And here, in this line, we change the stanza.
Bear with me on this musical extravaganza.
I have not kept the net down,
Ain’t playing tennis like Frost;
By now you must guess
Where the references are from.
See to the foot, and watch the metre;
Look at the rhythm; notice words sweeter.
I don’t care about Mitchell, I can’t ignore people;
I want appreciation, am a learned reaper.
Only a fool would lose meaning in his 'play,'
But I am a scholar, my verse will slay.
For I have read a great deal of things;
I know the technique, Oh, I know how it links.

What do they know of style,
Who haven’t read the rules?
They dunno the worth of words,
Who never went to school.
But I have read classics,
And have mastered grammar;
I don’t write it drunk,
And I edit my verse sober.
I am using the best words here,
And am putting them in best orders;
For writing down in verse form,
Said Cummings, "is what that matters." 

Image Source: Lawrence, Elanor. “Problems with Poetry 1: Introduction

You can now imagine me
Ending it on a blissful note;
Here I provide you a moral
Before I ferry on my boat.
I hope you have noticed the symbols,
Borrowed from nature and stuff,
And I wish you catch the phrases
That I googled and pasted much.
This verse is powerful
As it contains all elements essential;
It confines to the standards of poetry,
It must be listed in clubs meritorial.
My poem must have a meaning
(I won’t settle for less);
It gotta have an order,
Verse form can’t be a mess;
There is no place in poem,
In poem for meaningless.

So, listen to me darling,
For I know the definition of verse;
I know it's based on abstractions,
And concretised in symbols,
And hopes to develop an overall mood,
And tries to appeal to emotion
As well as intellect;
To appeal to the senses,
To confine to the standards,
To please the clubs and critics;
A poem requires validation.

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