Thread: Write a poem

You should read my poem,
'Lyrics of my Heart.'
Tell me what you think of it.

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There was an old git on a forum
Who wrote without too much decorum
About old fellows wangers
And burying old bangers
Most varied and he didn't bore them

P.S. Hope the writing finger gets better soon Ox

EDITED:

Will work on the dedications when I have more time.

There once was a man named Buckle
Who couldn't resist a sly chuckle
A limerick's the best
To put a poet to the test
And rap a wooden head with a knuckle.

My name is Dolf,
I like to Rolf.
I see Diddy,
on MTV.
He plays a bitch,
he's just like Hitch.
With bling and gold,
his heart unfold.
I know this sucks,
like gin on rocks.
So here I quite.
I am a knit-wit.

I don't know people's names,
But I'll speak the truth without shame,
I can't say I'm a writer,
But if I said I didn't like to I'd be a liar.

Writing takes time and patience,
Sometimes exiting sometimes not, and needs maintenance,
To type in a quick post is quite fun,
But once you click "Submit Reply" your gains are done.

I don't mentor, I don't think I could,
I'd like to comment as I probably should,
But I might sound arrogant, or just plain wrong,
So instead I write you all this song.

Turn off your T.V. instead I'll say,
You've seen that plot on many a day,
Do not flutter away on MTV all your light,
Open a book, google a poem, put up a fight!

You must open your mind and release soul,
Let your keyboard flow and end the useless dole!

my brow's sweat bead drops
sliding down nic's bronze shoulder
to plunk on smiling.

Author's Note: I'm sorry I couldn't get everyone in--I'll try again with a longer version

The sun sets beautifully over the horizon
from Alan's yacht I see,
Nicco stretched out on the deck
and Mermaid dancing playfully.

Lost has time to pour some drinks,
while Joseph steals the show,
from Ox who argues loudest
as Malone ducks below.

Jocelyn and I giggle at these men,
who battle back and forth.
What happened to the good ol’ boys
confident with self worth?

We don’t need knights for rescue,
or big burly, tight-assed men.
I check my drink and blink my eyes
and decide to think again.

Mirror
Careful and correct, so precise and to the point.
Appearance, poised, perfect, carefully checked.
Always ordered, rigorous and carefully revised.
Beauty craftily devised, a reflective surface.
Revealing my unbelonging longing to lash, dash
Into smooth silver slivers of sincere sympathy.
Sharp shards of gouged empathy. Nostalgia for
an ancient hurt. A million bacteria in a gram of dirt.
I am of barbarians beyond the distant gate. You,
Poised, polished, revered and respected, remaining
Oblivious to prescience or presence, un-incensed,
Must find little relevance in me.
Ragged claws spilling tea on to the poetry