The Life of a Poet discussion

Hi all

I'm Irish, living in Wale's perhaps the only one from here on the site. Finding it very interesting so far.
Can't resist submitting something:

BROKEN BELLS

For mother’s day.

The closed church stays silent
Broken bells that do not peal
Beside a green sloping hillside
A tree-lined cold out-of-town site
Divided up into small rectangular plots
Varying in shape and size
Boundaried by tiny stone ledges
Headstones with stone cut words
Some say a lot, some naught.
Each a little plot of green

Last resting place of a loved one
Their last place on this earth
A symbol for her visitors
But she does cannot make them tea
Because there is no-one under there
People stare or tidy fallen leaves
Or show their feelings in tears
Or think, or just look at the grass
And a part of them is buried here
In this little plot of green

Remember more than her final day
More than a service spoke
This person lived a whole life
The life they were meant to lead
Remember laughter and the good
Younger days and running times
Remember and celebrate
A spirit gone a human lived
Look and smile for days gone by
At this little plot of green

Wow... This is really amazing. I love it.

I love the depths, as you walk through the description and keep the rhythm intact till the last, and lead the reader into the topic you have placed in the title. 😊

Once Again


Would you bleed my heart
Let the spring play with fire
As I breathe your red magic;
Sin and fall in love with you.

Why would you even care
As I hold you in my hands
Hope to share your beauty
With the one I have loved,

Jus wish I had someone to love,
Who wouldn’t be jealous of you!


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