ON POETRY

Write a poem about Poetry, it says

What could be worse than needing a verse

Concerning the poem I am currently writing?

If this gets much worse, I'll be needing a nurse;

First aid for the myriad lines I've been fighting

To fall into line, making it all sound fine

Despite all the problems I daily perceive

I write and I write of the fanciful flight

My brain has been soaring on, never to leave.

I'm shipwrecked on the sandbar of

Unwept for, unrequited love.

Reviews

[wordman]

oh my lord,i will give you a word,,no wait that sounded pretty good

[angel]

Wordman, my friend,
When will it all end?
And, I am asking, just how?
The poems in my brain
Have been causing me pain!
My keyboard is blurry...
What help do I need?
Oh, hang on, don't worry...
'Tis naught but the weed.

[wordman]

smoke that weed,get all you need,maybe a furry friend,will give you a reason to write again

[angel]

Well said, and true. I am currently just beginning to brown around the edges, man...

[wordman]

lol,good luck

[Neville]

this is more a poetic treat, than it is a treatise on poetry he say'es.. be still my pounding hart my deer, it look like rain, I bloomin fear... the end.. N x

[angel]

It's been raining here for two full days;
The sky is forbidding--and dark.
I'm afraid, if it keeps on pouring this way
I'll have to start building an ark...

Thanks for visiting this old chestnut, you old chestnut! (Joke. You know eye loft yer.)

[Neville]

Its been raining here since forever.. tis England after all... tis also my pleasure angel... an loft ya 2

[angel]

Yes, and this is New England, so named because it was "just like home, but without so much rain."~~some pilgrim in 1611, from Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts. Backatcha!

[Neville]

yeah.. got me right between the eyes... did ya know, my house was almost a teenager when them pilgrims hit the States in 1611... no of course ya didn't..... x

[¿]

Ah this spoke my heart on the topic which I kept unsaid!
This feeling I've felt and for having lack on words I couldn't express many times...
Thanks more than a lot for writing this, angel....relief and smile :)

[angel]

Glad I could help.

[¿]

Indeed you did! :)

[Ardra]

If we can use pour imagination we can even paint they grey skies to colourful one....
And I am glad it helps you to fly to those places...I feel that too when I write...
It helps me dream and feel free...
:)

[angel]

It's awesome, and I love it. Thank you!