Budding poets rejoice. You now have a thread devoted to you and you alone. Written any poems or sonnets? Let us read them. Poetry can be about anything, anytime or anybody. Don’t be shy. Make us laugh, cry or smell something wonderful.
I wrote this after Katrina smacked down New Orleans:
This world around me’s changed;
My youth’s been lost in pain.
What I thought sweet and righteous;
Was washed away by rain.
The reign of evil sordid men;
Looking only for their kind.
While innocence begged them stop;
It lay twisted and maligned.
“Stand up,” I shrieked aloud;
My legs collapsed in vain.
Still they gathered all around me;
and laughed with sheer disdain.
I sat there lonely, empty;
feeling myself turn to rust.
The colors that ran through me;
had slowly turned to dust.
I feel anger growing;
Within this body mine.
But can I overcome my fear;
and let my colors shine.