Poems can come in many forms, in free verse or in rhyme;
Our pens keep busy with its forms to write it all the time.
Each person has his style and form, and nothing is exempt;
To me it is a lot like soup, with smells that lure and tempt!
Right now I’m sitting at my desk to write it one more time;
You know, I think God gave this gift to me to make these rhymes.
So here’s another yet to add to my e’er growing file
Of thoughts, ingredients succulent to satisfy a while.
Until the last breath that I draw, I will consume this treat;
Poetry soup tastes good, you know, so grab a spoon and eat!
Dedicated to Poetrysoup.com, acrostic of the web site name.
THIS ONE JUST CAME TO ME SINCE LEARNING OF THIS SITE!!