Since Jackie (nee Brian37) has pretty much left the Forums, there's been a dearth of poetry round the place. This is an attempt to correct that.
Other than being in English (per existing rules), no restrictions. Your poems, other people's poems, short, long, odes, sonnets, haikus, idylls, ballads, dirges, excerpts, full ones, free verse, blank verse, comic verse - whatever you fancy.
Premonition, by Robert Service
'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright
(Oh, I remember so well, so well);
I walked with my love in a sea of light,
And the voice of my sweet was a silver bell.
And sudden the moon grew strangely dull,
And sudden my love had taken wing;
I looked on the face of a grinning skull,
I strained to my heart a ghastly thing.
'Twas but fantasy, for my love lay still
In my arms, with her tender eyes aglow,
And she wondered why my lips were chill,
Why I was silent and kissed her so.
A year has gone and the moon is bright,
A gibbous moon, like a ghost of woe;
I sit by a new-made grave to-night,
And my heart is broken — it's strange, you know.
Boru
Other than being in English (per existing rules), no restrictions. Your poems, other people's poems, short, long, odes, sonnets, haikus, idylls, ballads, dirges, excerpts, full ones, free verse, blank verse, comic verse - whatever you fancy.
Premonition, by Robert Service
'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright
(Oh, I remember so well, so well);
I walked with my love in a sea of light,
And the voice of my sweet was a silver bell.
And sudden the moon grew strangely dull,
And sudden my love had taken wing;
I looked on the face of a grinning skull,
I strained to my heart a ghastly thing.
'Twas but fantasy, for my love lay still
In my arms, with her tender eyes aglow,
And she wondered why my lips were chill,
Why I was silent and kissed her so.
A year has gone and the moon is bright,
A gibbous moon, like a ghost of woe;
I sit by a new-made grave to-night,
And my heart is broken — it's strange, you know.
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
