I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air – Between the Heaves of Storm – The Eyes around – had wrung them dry – And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset – when the King Be witnessed – in the Room – I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away What portions of me be Assignable – and then it was There interposed a Fly – With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz – Between the light – and me – And then the Windows failed – and then I could not see to see –
Poems don't have to rhyme. Sometimes you just want to articulate an emotion or a moment with words. Like notes plotted out to form a melody. There is such a thing as free verse. Also, a popular kind of poetry, the Haiku, usually doesn't rhyme at all.
Emily Dickinson was overrated idc what anyone says Edit: LOL cant even put the chick's last name without hitting the filter good lord