What I Don’t Believe

I’ve written two versions of What I Believe poems (attempts #1 and #2). Today I thought I’d try my hand at what I don’t believe.


What I Don’t Believe

I don’t believe there’s
one right way to do something
I no longer believe that you have to be married
to be complete
I don’t believe you should be the first
to leave
I don’t believe in pretending to be someone
you’re not
I don’t subscribe to the belief that
your horoscope will tell you how to live
I don’t believe life
was meant to be lived in just one place
I’m not a believer in
holding back
I don’t believe crying
is weakness
I don’t believe kindness
is ever wasted
I don’t believe in
an eye for an eye
I’ve got no place
for superstitions in my life
I don’t believe in giving up
when you’ve failed
I don’t believe anyone
stays the same throughout their life
I don’t believe in denying
yourself the dreams you’ve always had
I don’t believe there’s
only one way to love
I don’t believe
perfection exists

Writing a poem about what I don’t believe proved to be much more difficult than writing one about what I do believe!

14 thoughts on “What I Don’t Believe

  1. rosecappelli

    I love this and could relate to many of your ideas. I think we change as life goes on. Many things I believed as a younger version of myself have changed with experience. This is a great exercise!

  2. mbush17

    Oh I really love this and can relate to each one! I also don’t believe that there is only one way to love, and no on is “perfect.” Stealing this one day! Thank k you!

  3. Terje

    I didn’t remember reading your I Believe poems. Now I read these two and today’s I Don’t Believe poem. Interesting format. Expects the person to write from the core. I enjoyed reading you poems.

  4. Sara T.

    I now want to write an “I believe” or “I don’t believe” poem! So cool. My favorite I don’t was about marriage making you complete.

    1. aggiekesler Post author

      Really? Thanks! It took me a long time to write, as I kept thinking of what I believe in, not what I don’t. It was good to stretch myself.


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