Paul Butters

Rookie - 187 Points (27th May,1952. / Leeds, West Yorkshire.)


Make your poems Memorable,
That's what I say.
No need to be incredible,
Just let them play.

Read them with your inner voice,
Write them that way too.
Hear the music in those words,
This I'm telling You.

In ancient times these poems were songs
Remembered off by heart.
At least you'd call them statements,
Knowledge to impart.

Iambic metre's very common yes,
And so of course is rhyme:
To make these verses remembered
Through the course of time.

Yet verse is best as poetry,
Lyrical if you will.
We have to write with feeling,
And give the reader a thrill.

Submitted: Monday, June 16, 2014

Topic of this poem: poetry

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Was thinking about poetry and decided to write a poem about it.

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  • Rookie - 187 Points Paul Butters (6/17/2014 4:03:00 AM)

    Saw a nice comment here yesterday on the poem, though nothing visible as I type. Thanks Colleen for your kind words. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Colleen Courtney (6/16/2014 12:02:00 PM)

    Nicely done! Some great little pointers you've so imaginatively inserted! (Report) Reply

    Rookie - 187 Points Paul Butters (6/19/2014 5:17:00 PM)

    See the comments above Colleen. All support is much appreciated.

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