Guerrilla poetry is what I call my favorite kind of poetry to write. I take a subject, then think of descriptors for the subject, then I set up rhymes that fit. Here’s an example:
The action began as they circle the other, two men who strive against one another…The process is grueling the situation rife, these men test their metal they wrestle with life.
A clock ticks and is both harsh and kind, we depend on enough time we will find…Movements can seem some slow and some fast, these moves have made prophets and heroes past.
We fight such odds and reason to win, wrestling season is about to begin… Caught in a clench with no seeming way out, this the stuff of a classic bout.
We struggle to dominate almost all of the sway, even when it appears we give some away… The fight to win is in body and mind you see, the struggle goes on no matter where we be.