On Line Poets
I am sure that I was taught, that poetry had to rhyme,
but that seems to be a theory, from a different time.
Some write about unrequited love,
others about things, and the lord from up above.
Some seem obsessed with death, and suicide,
no one writes about the cars, that they drive.
I like to write about life, nature, and fantasy,
these are the favourite things for me.
A lot of subjects are out there, I must confess,
sex, drink, drugs, abuse, and domestic stress.
So come on, you budding poets, give us your best,
But most important of all, try to shed a little happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem