#14--THE WELL-CONSTRUCTED POEM

[Kid Denver]

Her face visits
In the depths of dark
When I’m unarmed
Vulnerable
Parked
In sleep
Unannounced

Her face visits
Draped in Heaven’s blonde
Eyes adorable … emerald … sparkles
Smiles … innocent … lips part
Whispers
“I love you”
Unannounced

Her face visits
Slices my
Heart … a beating heart … into thin pieces on a paper plate
Unannounced

"Henry C."

[punkin]

Jan--

This is one of my most recent poems, Forever Mine. It a conversation from a father to his daughter and how he views her. Its only a portion of the poem. I do a lot of non-rhyming poems. So here the first stanza of the poem.

I gave you life from the moment you were born,
Our friendship grew as the years past us by.
Day after day, I watched you as you grew.
The tears I’ve cried every time your heart was broken.
It wasn’t long that you learned,
you were fearfully and wonderfully made.

Hope you enjoy it and please tell me if I'm in the right direction. Trying to combine a few in a devotion book I'm begging to write.

Thanks
Christine

[meljkerr]

Something I either heard or read about poetry is that is is supposed to be read. You have to read it out loud to find out whether it connects or not.

Old MacDonald had a Farm

Old MacDonald had a farm
EE-EYE-EE-EYE-OH
And on that farm he had
Seventy two wind turbines
EE-EYE-EE-EYE-OH
With a swish swish here
And a hum hum there
Here a swish, there a hum
Racking up the mega watts
Selling off the surplus
Old Macdonald had a farm
EE-EYE-EE-EYE-OH