Poetry Soup I have barely tasted,
an I do enjoy it's wholesome flavor,
to deny my taste buds of something I like,
will in no doubt put me in strife.
So long have I searched for a place that feels right,
I've channeled through hundreds of websites,
then right before I eyes Poetry Soup appeared,
it put a smile on my face, that ended a bad year.
I haven't been here long, only just settling in,
I may have a few poems, but I've yet to begin,
I don't plan leaving for this is my second home,
I feel comfortable here, I don't feel alone.
I now have soup to start my day,
then again at night before I lay,
through out the night when I can't sleep,
I just can't resist having a peep.
To take this away, would make me sad inside,
no doubt my writing, I'd put away and hide,
the atmosphere here is what brought it out,
so long it's been in the shadows, because of doubt.
Poetry soup I feel lets me be free,
all the structure and input here fuels me,
endless encouragements that make me feel alive,
without my soup, i'd just hold everything inside.
Contest: Life without soup - David Williams