Sandra Feldman


Poet Hunters -Formula


I'm a Poet Hunter,
I don't have a gun,
I can kill a poem,
Just to have some fun.

We are unarmed Hunters,
Won't you join us now,
Use imagination,
We will teach you how,
Open up your good heart,
Love will enter then,
Imagery will follow,
Sounds of ecstasy,
And before you know it,
You'll have Poetry.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, October 03, 2012

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  • Bri Edwards (7/17/2013 4:40:00 PM)

    VERY cool poem. thanks. a clever take on poem hunter. and, though i didn't notice it the first time through, i liked that you threw in some rhymes. nice flow and i like that you were not bound to the equal-lines-per-stanza
    form. again i have to say very clever and it is a nice invitation to poets new or not-so-new to poemhunter. (Report) Reply

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