A Poem with No Name by Aidan.
This is once again a poem without a proper name
You’ve proved to me
That you deserve another one of these
I’ll show to you with shine and glimmer
That this is something worth reading at dinner
The path to enlightenment is filled with bumps
But I’ll show you that they’re very simple jumps
Let’s journey together, on this magical ride
Let’s unite as one, and ride this tide
This may seem out of place for a poem with no name
I’ll get to that later: but first let’s play a game
Close your eyes slowly and count to three
Wash away your worries: stay as still as a tree
Now open your eyes, as slowly as you wish
The meaning of this name will be told with a swish!
This poem has no name because I didn’t have one
I left it as it is because I thought it would be more fun
But it only put people in a long state of stun
If you like this poem’s name, then good for you
Someone may like it as much as you do
Or I guess I should say ‘lack of name’: that works too
I must leave and go to a place other than here
But don’t worry, there’s a tale: did you hear?
There exists a poem: one like this
But for that one: I’m quite a bit remiss
This is a poem with no name
Can a poem with no name still have some fame?
I don’t think it can, instead it has shame
But suddenly I realised: it had a name somehow!
It seemed before that it could not be found
“A Poem With No Name” is the name that is bound
Then I had a question: what is this poem?
I don’t really know the types: maybe I should know ’em
A mystical poem: sounds good to me
Don’t worry ’bout copyright: names are fully free!
Maybe I should stop now: this is getting long
I don’t want it to ring out: it would be like a gong
It would be an echo, drifting into space
Going out and out, leaving a faint trace
Actually, I won’t stop. I refuse to give up
I’d leave people hanging: they’d be begging like pups
This is fun, anyway. Making new words
Bending them and bending them until they look like birds
Looking at these words together is very inspiring
But writing them all like this is very, very tiring
That can’t stop me, however: I’ll keep moving on
I’ll always be sparked up: just like an ion
Even though this task is daunting
Other people will be taunting
If I stop, they’ll target me
That’s how it is: put simply
I think that’s enough: my job here is done
I’ve come out victorious: I really have won
My reward: gratitude, from all you people
Don’t you worry: there might be a sequel
This is the reason I type these words
You heal my wounds, like medical herbs
I thank your support: you are amazing
This is why you get this praising
This is the end: did you enjoy this well?
More may come: only time will tell
And if you were wondering about the name
It will stay exactly the same
“A Poem With No Name” is still a name
A inspiring piece is what it became.