Ten times out of nine
––I know,
If I were a boy, every girl
––in here
circulate
the image.
Cliché on his mouth
like liquor
––who wants
the perfect love
story ––anyway
I got hot––
sauce in my bag,
swag.
Wax on? wax off.
Now I’m even more,
––lost.
You won’t break my––
pictures snatched,
out
the frame
why can’t I keep––
my hands off?
Eyes,
when I put on
show me your scars.
Lord, forgive me.
I’m stingy
with my love
won’t you hold on?
To me,
I was here.
***
The above is a cento composed entirely of Beyoncé lyrics.
Not my kind of music, but the poem is delicious. 🙂
Thank you, Maciej! : )
It actually reminded me that I once played this way, but with the titles of books on my bookshelves.
https://maciejmodzelewski.com/2023/07/24/bibliophile-orgies/
I love this!
One of the libraries in my county has book spine poetry contests. People stack books in a way that the titles form poems. Some people are great at it.
I love these! Thanks, Jeff : )
I love ❤️ this.
Thank you so much, friend! : )