Foreword
What these chosen poems mean to me
I put down plainly for all readers to see
Others may not think them very much
And in no way their hearts ever touch
For me they brought comfort and pleasure
And this they did gently in equal measure
Poets everywhere always yearn for a pen
Their inmost thoughts to brightly illumine.
So my poor offerings I do wish to publish
Even though critics may judge them rubbish
To all those who have leisure to read mine
You might find rich treasure in the odd line
For that very reason I send them abroad
Hoping they will not be put to the sword.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
