Poetry Thread

While this may not be as fun or exciting as submitting poetry for competition, I wanted to take the initiative and start a thread for sharing and commenting on meaningful, thoughtful, and appropriate original poetry. I don't know whether this kind of thread has been attempted in the past, nor do I know whether it will survive beyond more than about a dozen posts, but I would like to attempt it nonetheless.

Wittywonka made a post,
a forum for critique,
where poems were read and diagnosed
and praise would fall to those unique.
The first submission, by the host,
(an avant garde technique)
contained two edits at the most,
the critics thought it weak.

Wittywonka slinks around
avoiding his own thread.
The only poems there to be found
most likely went unread.

The truth it seems, sad and profound,
is that we've been misled.
When Wonka's thread crashed to the ground
he left us all for dead.

Originally posted by rwingett
Wittywonka slinks around
avoiding his own thread.
The only poems there to be found
most likely went unread.

The truth it seems, sad and profound,
is that we've been misled.
When Wonka's thread crashed to the ground
he left us all for dead.

Originally posted by ChronicLeaky
Stop your complaining.
There's a competition,
so enter some verse.

My best poetry has been composed without effort. It has come while I am still asleep! It has been during emotional trauma and seems to be part of a healing process. I often get out of bed and write it down, adding more lines to it. but it is too personal and deep to share with others. I have written alot of poetry while fully conscious...but again...not anything I can share excepting with those close to me. Sorry that your thread has not taken off. I would love to read some good poetry. (stress on GOOD). Do you have any to offer?

There was a man who undertook
to write some poems, it seems.
He plumbed his soul, his conscience shook,
his thoughts were filled with screams.
He meant to write them in a book,
but left them in his dreams.

Ode to rwingett

He posteth here he posteth there, in chess, and gen, and spirit,
Pen’s edge of sword and clash of steel in challenge, sage and wit;
Intrigued I scan this foreign page that draws with ebb of tide
There is herein a poets bloom which neither curse, nor pride, can hide

Originally posted by wittywonka
While this may not be as fun or exciting as submitting poetry for competition, I wanted to take the initiative and start a thread for sharing and commenting on meaningful, thoughtful, and appropriate [b]original poetry. I don't know whether this kind of thread has been attempted in the past, nor do I know whether it will survive beyond more than about a dozen posts, but I would like to attempt it nonetheless.[/b]

Originally posted by divegeester
Ode to rwingett

He posteth here he posteth there, in chess, and gen, and spirit,
Pen’s edge of sword and clash of steel in challenge, sage and wit;
Intrigued I scan this foreign page that draws with ebb of tide
There is herein a poets bloom which neither curse, nor pride, can hide

So as the Yule mood softly breaks
with life’s new annual hope reborn
my thoughts are drawn to frosted bough,
Where perches red breast quite forlorn

In bloody dual the Masonic board
does self or selflessness require;
to make the kill and taste the blood,
or obey my Red friends vitles desire

There was a young lady from ealing....................

Originally posted by divegeester
There was a young lady from ealing....................

Originally posted by ale1552
Who drank only tea from Darjeeling...