Everyone is a poet. They might not know it...
Words are the all seeds you need. Plant one, for a poem, and grow it for a time... give it water and let it feed...no need to worry 'bout rhyme... and when it is it tall and it is flowering... here is a corner to show it... where it can speak or shout or sing.

Come on guys, do your thing.


Well, I hope that improvisation served to break the ice.

Chris has agree to help us out with this tread and I am looking forward to much fun.

So... poetry needed

No sagas, no epics, however. Sonnets, limericks, haiku, free verse, prose poems, epitaphs... are hereby solicited.

And no poem is too short, friends. For instance:

Lines Upon Milk Spilled On the Floor

He wept.
She swept.

Nor is any poem too silly, I hasten to add (ever try sweeping milk?).

I prayed the prayer of Jabez
'Twas the fash'n'ble thing to do.
Look where fashion led me,
It brought me here to you.

(This is the first verse of a poem I'd written in February. I'd be interested to see if anyone could come up with a few more lines. I have two more verses--somewhere. I'll share them if and when I can find them (the first I'd committed to memory, so it was easy to share.))

Sweep some milk, or herd a cat
Or something difficult like that
Such tasks will ease a troubled mind
And help escape a mental bind
Or at least keep one from getting fat

Alas those lines just barely scan
They flout poetical convention
I hope, in your kindness, that you can
Forgive this simple flawed invention

Blast convention!
We need invention
to ease our boredom with all
that lacks progressive intention-

like shopping at the mall-
like cringing at fashion's call
so that no possibility of retention
is, but dispersal in the halls

of commerce, - stifling the mother of invention.

Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground

(not original)

For fun, I sometimes like to take another poet's creation and alter it to suit my own taste.
Take for example, e.e. cummings poem:

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A twist and a turn, I give you:

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[quote=chris[ti(a)n](e)]I prayed the prayer of Jabez
'Twas the fash'n'ble thing to do.
Look where fashion led me,
It brought me here to you.

But where'twill lead I cannot tell
I can but hope and pray
T'will benefit us both until
We meet again some day

I'm sorry...I couldn't make head or tail out of this one...............

No problem, Don! Some poems aren't for everyone. I liked your second verse to my first! I couldn't find the original one I'd writte a while back, but here's the added verses I'd written last night:

I prayed the prayer of Jabez
'Twas the fash'n'ble thing to do.
Look where fashion led me,
It brought me here to you.

"Braoaden my horizons, Lord,"
I pled, "and make me new."
(Afear'd I'd grown too comf'rt'ble,
Afear'd my time was through.)

"God, muddy up and salve me,
Refresh, recleanse, renew."
When prayed, the prayer of Jabez
Draws others near to You.

Very good....