Poet's Corner

Our generals were up for a fight
But the soldiers were chary
Of their leadership wary
Who'd been on the vino all night.

Family

I never thought I would have a family
after illness took that away
the empty feeling inside of me
I felt it every day.
But now I have a family
different to many others
but it fills my heart with glee
as in some way I've become a mother!

Inclusive

I too detest poets
usually other poets
but on a bad day
I beat on me too
before some other poet do.

D.H.

Happiness

Happiness is what we thrive,
a smile,the joke that makes you laugh,
The warm feeling you get inside.

Your smile can pass to someone else,
spreading happiness to others around,
Happiness is drug that can help take pain away,
maybe for a minute,an hour or a day.

First day of your life
From the minute you take your first breath
I will be there,
From the moment you open your eyes
I will be there,
I'll be your protector,your teacher,your everything
because you will never realise how much love you bring.

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

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!!