perchance to wonder what's in store,
the hear and now be vexed,
to question, truly you ignore,
your moment is the next
 
to sit is restlessness endured
to get up, jump and run
to know that what is round the corner
is not yourself undone
 
to know for definite, for sure 
t'would a thing of greatness
to see the world for what it is
the outcome you expect...
 
until you fall
 
and in your misery you try
to see what you did wrong
can it be the simple truth
that you will never sing that song?
 
that you will never dance that dance?
nor ever skip with joy
you'll never taste accomplishment
that others so enjoy
 
that with so much vigour 
you attempt in vein
is meant for greater men than you
you should not try again
 
the clock hands slowly turning still
give more heart wrenching ticks
with every second increases
the feeling of reject
 
until they line up once again
with where they were before
the time has come around for you
to try again once more
 
to sit is restlessness endured
to pick up jump and run
to give your all and more, and know
its failure that you have undone

this poem is called "poetry".

Supposing surreptitiously stupefying suppositions 
succinctly similar since such is seen so 
situated slyly suggests, although affluent applies, 
all acronyms, anagrams, and anachronisms affect auspiciously 
alluding to the tongue tied position proposed, 
that of which I do not know what alliteration is. 
i merely noted that I didn't spot allot. 
what was not forgot, was what ought not 
be referred to as by me, assonance. however, i will. 
for while you call that repetition, 
i refuse to call it repetition, 
because to allude to repetition, 
repetition must be placed.
and what you call this repetition
what you refer to as repetition
bears no mark of repetition
as does the last eight.
and now its time perhaps
to rhyme 
relax unto your asinine behind
collapse
and than you’ll find 
your mind will relapse back 
to when it shined.
To when you knew
That I am capable of rhyme.
and now its time to end my verse
for pressures so much more perverse
are threatening, with shaking fist
to take my words and with a twist
extract the meaning here within
commit the everlasting sin
to talk about a sunny meadow
and rhyme the bloody word with shadow
 
and yet continue on I must
to stop you thinking this is just
a rambling rhyme purpose opposed
when actual fact youll find proposed
deep within the textual prose
and yet right underneath your nose
and as you read beneath your nose
you’ll find the proposition grows
the proposition I propose
shall reveal that he who knows
or she, for you can never know
the person who is reading prose
with purpose evermore supposed
that things are not beyond my grasp
“which things?” you dutifully ask
and I reply,
assonance, alliteration, repetition and rhyme.