Short answer: because people who publish it without editing have no idea how idiotic they appear to those who appreciate language
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Contemporary Poetry
On this website, the word poetry refers to real poetry which (1) rhymes, (2) follows a strict rhythmic pattern (meter), and (3) makes nontrivial sense. To describe texts that fail to meet these criteria, other terms will be used, of which free verse is perhaps the least offensive (and the most magnanimous). Similarly, a person does not deserve to be called a poet unless he produces poetry, so should there be a need to talk about the adepts of free verse, other nouns will be leveraged based on the extent of sabotage against literature those individuals are guilty of.
Love Poems – Rhyming Love Poetry For Her by D. Rudoy
Love poems speak to people when success, money and fame fail. Readers search for lines that match their own stories: devotion, betrayal, reconciliation, late-night confessions. Classic love poetry by Dante, Petrarch or Shakespeare still defines the canon, yet a reader in the twenty-first century also seeks voices that breathe in present-day language.
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“A Tragicomic Read” by Alexander Bashlachev in English
Marriage Market. A Ballad on Love and Money
How to Write English Poetry. A Classic Advice
I had thought that poetry was something that simply existed. Turned out, poetry is what you define it to be today
Contemporary poet D. Rudoy teaches his readers life—and how to write English poetry
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The Death of English Poetry
Three and a half years ago I wrote an essay on the unsatisfactory state of affairs in the realm of Russian poetry whose overall standards dropped dramatically after the death of some of the greatest poets in the country’s history (of whom only Joseph Brodsky may be known to the majority of English-speaking folks) in the last two decades of the 20th century. Yet, gloomy as my verdict was, it is still a parade of optimism compared to (more…)
Alternative Song Lyrics
“Supermassive Black Hole” Alternative Lyrics
Even if you are a superstar, there’s a
supermassive black hole waiting for you.
“Super Acid Lacks Soul”
Oh, baby, don’t you know: I’m sulfur!
Oh, baby, can’t you hear: I’m chrome!
You caught me on diverging lenses;
How long before you let me foam?
