Poet's Corner

BUBBADOG14 wrote: ANY NEW MEMBERS WHO WRITE POETRY PLEASE POST HERE!! POET'S CORNER IS BACK!!!

Mind are too rude :laugh:

Hey anything is aloud as long as you * out some of the letters of the rude words or as they do on some telly programmes change the word to something similar!! :lol:

Gardening

The garden’s full of weeds again
and he must grub them out.
Damn it! Turn around and then
the garden’s full of weeds again

once grew one where now grow ten
some demon bids them sprout.
The garden’s full of weeds. Again!
and he must grub them out.

D.H. 2008

Here's one I did earlier. A classical triolet.

White Moth

White moth flying round round the light
cast shadows on my wall tonight.
I wish that I could cool your feet,
give you light without the heat.

Don't burn your wings my fragile friend.
such dainty limbs will never mend.
Through the window of my room,
You could own the big full moon.

Fluttering above my bed,
what pass for thoughts inside your head?
Now to my lamp in downward spiral,
must you be so suicidal?

You seem to love what you should curse,
this one small room, your universe.
Your passion is a mystery,
but may you die in ecstacy.

(I was young and romantic when I wrote this, sorry!)

Beautiful poem Will, you have talent thank you for sharing it.

Good one will. I have never looked at moths that way. Pretty short life!!

You seem to have stuck gold as far as the people here are concerned. Interesting content and well achieved I liked the rhyme spiral/suicidal!

Wanted to write this for Saunter in memory of Cesar....


my furry friend

You spent your life by my side
but now your gone all I can do is cry.
You've left a hole in my heart
our memories are all I've got.
the times we played the fun we had
you protected us from all things bad.

My furry friend I want you to know
that we will all miss you so.

My Mate John

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My mate John dun inglish good,
much betta van I ever could.
A deesent bloke, he took the tyme
to reed dem early werks of mine.

He nevar mocked me, never larfed,
maid me feel I wasn't daft.
His luv of langwidge inspired like hell,
I jus nead to lern two spell!

excellent Will!! :lol: :silly: :lol:

Will wrote: My Mate John

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My mate John dun inglish good,
much betta van I ever could.
A deesent bloke, he took the tyme
to reed dem early werks of mine.

He nevar mocked me, never larfed,
maid me feel I wasn't daft.
His luv of langwidge inspired like hell,
I jus nead to lern two spell!

Too Late

A beautiful day said the gardener to me
beautiful no doubt, a day to remember
what was contemplate what is to be.

Old friends long gone, lovers I no longer see
now time has quenched each fiery ember
what matters beauty to such as me?

D.H. 2001

Thas wot Issix does ta yer!