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  • Nice one, figrat. image

  • chickychicky Posts: 10,407

    Some real hidden talents being revealed here ! 

  • PalaisglidePalaisglide Posts: 3,414

    G/G, well done and how to do it let it pour out, I found that going back trying to improve ended in frustration and well disaster so got scrapped.
    Figrat again that is how you feel, in fact how we all feel after this long winter and write it from the heart.

    Frank.

  • Val40Val40 Posts: 1,377

    I should get off this blooming machine and tiptoe to my bed

    But something draws me back again there's so much to be said

    The sky is black no stars to see the quietness is unnerving

    I hate the night, the solitude, the time when thoughts run riot

    So I sit for hours, whiling the time until the dawn is breaking

    For then I know I've made it through for another day of jawing!

    Sorry image

  • PalaisglidePalaisglide Posts: 3,414

    Tina the night is for our plans and dreams
    The awakening of nefarious schemes
    To cause havoc among law abiding folk
    Then say Ok people it was just a joke

    The brains works in weird ways
    Devising ways to enliven our days
    Stuck in a work place with other slaves
    Black holes often resembling caves

    Where monsters who are power dressed
    Stand and watch over the deep depressed
    But in your dreams you can overcome
    And give them a right kicking up the B@#

    A soldier loves the night and darkness Tina, out of sight out of mind.

    Frank

  • Val40Val40 Posts: 1,377

    Morning Frank.  I am and always have been a night owl. What I said was true, it was really dark last night!  No stars, no moon, really eerie. Was waiting for the vampires to dance around my bed.

    Don't seem to have any takers image Shame.  It was fun on the Beeb forum.  Everyone had a go.  Never mind. 

  • Well here's one to shock you, written on another board, about me. image

     A sonnet to David K

    I fill my pots with compost
    And arrange them all in rows
    Then push the seeds in firmly
    And wait to see them grow


    The days fly by so swiftly
    I watch with baited breath
    Will my shots grow healthy?
    Or condemned to early death

    The days are getting longer
    The soil outside is warm
    I carry my seedlings carefully
    Like a mother with a new born.


    I dig a trench so deeply
    And fill with muck and peat
    Then into little holes I plant them
    Covering up their tiny feet.

    The spring turns into summer
    My plants begin to grow
    They scrabble up the wigwam
    Just watch those B*****’s grow

    I tie their arms in firmly
    And my heart begins to thud
    I remember the happy feeling
    When I see my very first bud

    I watch with trepidation
    As over the frame they tower
    I am so excited
    To see my very first flower

    I know I’m just a novice
    To say different I wouldn’t dare
    My sweet peas are truly amazing
    But to yours there’s no compare



  • Val40Val40 Posts: 1,377

    Hope you sought the author's permission David image

  • TinaTurner wrote (see)

    Hope you sought the author's permission David image

     

    Not subject to any copyright as far as I know..and I'm sure she'd be delighted to share it with you.     image

  • I really liked your poems, Frank and TT! image

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