The Last Rhymeless Poem

While digging through boxes in storage looking for Christmas lights I came across one of my most valued treasures. It is a poem I wrote in 1985 as a 17-year-old senior in High School.

I remember my creative writing teacher giving my class the assignment of writing an original poem. Her assignment was met with a question by one of my classmates…”Does it have to rhyme?” To which she replied, “No, you can write a rhymeless poem.”

That was enough of a creative spark to inspire me to write what I affectionately called THE LAST RHYMELESS POEM. The next week it was published in the school newspaper now to reemerge 27 years later for the world to see… (By the way, it works best if you imagine yourself rapping with an attitude, which I certainly had as a 17-year-old!)

You’d better hide, you’d better run
‘Cause I wrote this poem just for kicks.

Roses are red, violets are blue
This poem won’t rhyme no matter what I attempt.

My thoughts are down, the words are in place.
They are written very neatly not taking much room.

No matter what I write, no matter what I say
It just won’t rhyme, there’s just no method.

Try, try, try…and try, try, again
Whatever I try, I can’t seem to succeed.

Day and night I dream and think
Of words for this poem that do not smell.

The poems I write never seem to rhyme
Maybe in the future I’ll spend more hours.

Yes, rhymeless poems have been written before
But after this one there won’t be many others.

About Trent Griffith

Trent Griffith serves as the Senior Pastor of Harvest Bible Chapel in Granger, Indiana and is an experienced conference speaker.

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Why Don’t You Grow Up?

One of these days you’ll shout, “Why don’t you kids grow up and act your age?” And they will.

Or you’ll say, “Kids get outside and find something to do, and don’t slam the door!” And they won’t.

You’ll straighten the boy’s bedroom neat and tidy — bumper stickers discarded, bedspread tucked and smooth, toys displayed on the shelves, hangers in the closet with clothes attached, animals caged — and you’ll say out loud, “Now I want it to stay just like this!” And it will.

You’ll prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn’t been picked to death and cake with no finger traces in the icing, and you’ll say, “Now there’s a meal fit for company!” And you will eat alone.

You’ll say, “I want complete privacy while I’m on the phone. No dancing. No pantomime. No demolition crews. Silence. Do you hear me?” And you will have it.

No more plastic placemats stained with spaghetti. No more spreads to protect sofas from damp bottoms and dusty shoes. No more gates to stumble over in the doorway of the baby’s room. No more Hot Wheels or baby dolls under the couch. No more playpens to arrange a room around.

No more anxious nights under vaporizer tents. No more cracker crumbs on the sheets. No more wall-to-wall water in the bathroom. No more iron-on patches. No wet, knotted shoelaces, pants with knees out, or rubber bands for ponytails.

Imagine a lipstick with a point on it, not having to get a babysitter for New Year’s Eve, washing clothes only once a week, seeing a steak that isn’t ground, shopping with only groceries in the basket. No more P.T.A. meetings. No more carpools. No blaring radios, or Blue Clues three times a day. No more washing hair at 9 o’clock at night. And no more wondering, “Where is the family car?” Imagine having your own roll of scotch tape!

Think about it. No more Christmas presents made out of construction paper and Elmer’s glue. No more sloppy oatmeal kisses. No more tooth fairy. No more giggles in the dark. No scraped knees to bandage. No responsibility! Only a voice crying, “Why don’t you grow up!” And the silence echoing, “I did!”

– Anonymous

About Trent Griffith

Trent Griffith serves as the Senior Pastor of Harvest Bible Chapel in Granger, Indiana and is an experienced conference speaker.

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