Young Writers Society

We don't know there are unknown unknowns.
There aren't things we don't know we know.
We also don't know there aren't unknown knowns.
That is to say we don't know there aren't some things we do know.
And there are also known knowns, the ones we know we know.

You seem to have opened a College Introductory Philosophy textbook and randomally placed lines from it and called it a "poem." No. This is not a poem, and I refuse to accept it as such. It is a definition of epistemology. Sorry, try again.

Something about how this poem seemed to always end with a form of "know" and repeated basically the same thing over and over made me wish I had done something else instead of wasting 15 seconds reading it.

It required too much thought. There were to many double (perhaps even triple, I was too confused to know) negatives. I had to read every line at least four or five times each. It seemed more like a statement than a poem. And that statement appeared to mean nothing.

But don't get discouraged at all the not positive feedback Your getting. Keep writing. You haven't heard many things about your material from the people here, so don't give up here.