“Tender Buttons” by Gertrude Stein is a small poem that many critics think is not worthy of being called a poem. I do not know whether I am the right person to judge that way but to me it is definitely a poem. Poems are “spontaneous flow of emotions” which I can pretty well find in this one and so I believe, despite not having any rhythmic structure or format, this is still a nice example of poetry. The poet here has expressed his thoughts very nicely and the rest is left to the imagination of the readers which makes it a bit open-ended.