~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

I will try, 8 syllables I can count and rhyme I can find.


A Domino

I search for words that I can’t find
Paper will clutter up the floor
Where it will be for all to see
And still I write through out the night

Of what I do not know for sure
New forms of poems are given out
So I try hard to study them
For they are all pure poetry

But rather than to scream and shout
I try my very level best
To catch the words as they float by
Thus build them into an item

Now I must finish up the rest
And put the words so that they bind
To all that reads within their sight
The words they know, that I did try