General Poetry posted July 8, 2022


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What Is Love

by pookietoo

Love is lifting up another person
When things aren't going their way.
Love is showing some you care
And helping them have a better day.

Love is being able to forgive
When someone has offended or hurt you.
Love is being able to trust again
And looking at the good in the other person too.

Love is following the golden rule
Like the Savior taught us to do.
Love is being kind to everyone - your
Friends and your enemies too.

Love is visiting the elderly people
And helping people with their needs.
Love is visiting the sick and afflicted
And being a friend indeed!

Love is saying "I love you
To a friend and family member too.
When people know you care,
Saying "I love you" means as much as the things you do
.



Show us MORE of Your Early Poetry writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
The last contest filled up and I know some others wanted to enter, so here's another chance. Share with us one of your oldest pieces of poetry, exactly as you wrote it. I want to see all those excessive ellipses, capitals at the start of every line, the abundance of semi-colons, the pretentious repetition, the unnecessary line spaces that are.....

SO.....

IMPORTANT....

to my art!

I want you to swear on your honour you won't edit it before posting (adding an image is allowed, as we're in Fanstory Land). Other than that, no limitations. For example, I have one in my repertoire entitled 'Political Correctness' that's literally just a blank page (I was a very sarcastic teenager). For a more useful example, here's the first recorded poem I have of mine - my Nan confirmed I was 8 at the time:

The Snow

Quietly the clouds move in,
Looking like the hair of an old person.
Then very slowly,
The dandruff starts to fall.
Everything as still as the sleeping mouse,
Everything as quiet as the forest at night.
Until the morning spreads over the soggy landscape,
And children chant their cheers from their places of rest
As they look at the white floor outside.
And the still and silence is no more.



Show us what you had :-)


This is my earliest poem. It was written in 1991
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