Poetry seems a cemetery

    Where people bury grief.

The act of putting it in verse

    Perhaps brings them relief.

 

It seems a good place to enshrine

     The contents of one's heart;

And here replace one's tears with words

     And inner gloom impart.    

 

Readers, enter bravely

   When you join a writing group.

The poetry section, I'm afraid,

    Will make your spirits droop.    

 

Your happy day will melt like snow

    By reading such sad words –

And to entertain oneself this way

    Must surely be absurd!

 

Your cholesterol will rise and rise!

   We'll hear your heartfelt cries -  

But come, turn that computer off

    And wipe your streaming eyes.

 

It’s POETRY, my poor dear friend,

    Designed to tear your heart

But not all poems will make you cry –

    And here’s mine for a start . . . . . .

 

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By Josie Whitehead