This is spine poetry. You make poetry out of the titles on the spines of books. (It's pretty self-explanatory.)
|A light-hearted spine poem. It's not my favorite but still fun.|
The summer prince
|Photo-bombed by J. PS. This poem is much better. Darker too. The way poetry should be. *wink*|
The dead and buried
Vietnam casualties of war,
The ivy empire of bones.
Fire and fury,
A blue book of fairy tales.