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One of my favorite hobbies is poetry.  I enjoy reading them and writing some of my own. My style is mainly rhyming.  I would like to see some poetry that you have made up (humorous or serious).  It doesn't matter if it belongs in the 100 best poems of all time or a wall of a kids room as long as you wrote it.  Also, if you would like, you could give a little history of the poem (or leave that us to the readers).

Hawk and Crow:

Crow glided down the road with Hawk.
They saw a tree and stopped to talk.
Said Crow to Hawk "What do you do?"
Said Hawk to Crow "I fly like you."
"What do you eat?" said tiny Crow.
"Well of course all birds should know..."
There goes Crow, Munch munch munch.
Turns out Hawks eat Crows for lunch.


I wrote this when I was 9.

My latest attempt to have a non-rhyming poem (all my other ones do rhyme).

Welcome to the boards Susan.  I'd attempt to write some poetry commemorating your arrival, but I regret that my poetry has a tendency to make Vogon's sound like Robert Frost

Welcome to the boards Mrs. Anderson. Good to know you're on here.

I'm not much for poetry, but hopefully my sister will put something on here.

My Mother

A mother is truly my very best friend
Ready to comfort
To help and defend
Her love has no limits
Her devotion no end
My mother is truly my very best friend

A poem I found from Adventures in Odyssey, not mine.

Aww....man. I was gonna say if that was by you that would be sweet.

Welcome to the boards Susan.  I'd attempt to write some poetry commemorating your arrival, but I regret that my poetry has a tendency to make Vogon's sound like Robert Frost

Ahh Vogon poetry!  It has been a while since my ears were bleeding...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue
I stink at Redemption,
How bout you?

2010 – The Poem

The most famous quote from Dickens’s book
Is what this year would be at first look
So we’ll lay the year down for you nice and flat
To see where we came and where we’re at

January
The first of the months were all too dark
For the burdens of work has been so stark
Yet through it all we held on tight
To each others love and our Lord’s good light

February
The darkness cracked and light burst through
When God saw our faith stand so true
From winning first place to going on call
His joy had fill us both up so tall

March
With bursting light we saw the way
A path He laid as clear as day
To take the challenge and a parent become
To foster kids who need some welcome

So off we ran straight down His road
With hours of classes and lots of workload
Yet time had allowed a family skit
And together our third year we stayed close-knit

April
With classes done with great hooray
The daughter came over without delay
We fell in love with her on the first day
A weekend with us, she was able to stay

When she went back, we hurried along
To complete the tasks, though it didn’t take long
Anticipation had both of us antsy
While waiting for God to bring His dearest three

The waiting, at last, had came to past
And the three had finally joined our cast
With a trip to the zoo and a dream job received
We kept down God’s path the way He perceived

May
Dickens’ words, in our lives, came true
For best and worse had came on through
With braces off and a beach in sight
With drawings and holes on walls so white

June
To hide one’s emotions so no one would know
The pain that lies deep and is ready to flow
To wonder how life will be when we depart
And try to heal the pain on our heart

Yet the kids’ events had come in abundance
With the youngest in preschool and the daughter’s performance
From Taekwondo for the oldest to summer camps for them all
The activities would keep them busy until fall

July
A family trip south to attend a tournament
 And a kids museum filled with mind nourishment
Yet the LA fame had escaped us all
As a twenty minute drive became a two hour crawl

Back in town we saw the lights
As we stayed at the water park until late night
And with the van that we just bought
To VBS we went and our kids we brought

August
A family camping trip to Dinkey
Allowed us some family time with glee
Yet afterwards their school took flight
And the oldest one’s belt was no longer white

September
With school in flight, all became quiet
Only their homework could cause such a riot
Yet near the end everything came about
As the stress of the system had started to breakout

October
Birthdays come just once a year
Yet memories of them we hold so dear
From wife’s quiet evening to oldest son’s party
The festivity of them were a thing of beauty

With the three we went to the fair
To go on rides and eat without care
Then we took the youngest of them
To pumpkin patch and Little Gym

November
The holiday season had hit us full force
With Thanksgiving here we made the main course
With snowflakes made and stocking hung high
The oldest son’s belt is drown in yellow dye

December
To Napa with family for a night we will stay
And come back in time to see the daughter’s play
While going different places to see colorful lights
We look forward to Christmas with such a delight

So we end this time of laying our year flat
While marveling where we came and where we’re at
And looking back on His path, we have no fear
Where His path will take us during the new year

One More Hour

Though lunch is still an hour away
   your stomach starts to grumble
You need a snack that’s small and light
   before you start to crumble
Yet in the break room is the answer
   to that of which you seek
For only a dollar you can be filled
   so why not take a peek

Passing Time

I used to be alive,
and thrive in the wild,
and have best friends,
that I had as a child.

But times have passed,
we all have been bold,
for this was the past,
and now we are old.

Life comes and goes,
as new saplings grow,
like burried leaves,
in fresh silver snow.

The deathbed draws near,
a sad song to heart,
my friends will miss me,
but it's time to depart.

Tic Toc

Waves crash on a sandy shore
Tic Toc
Lightning flashes in the night
Tic Toc
A leaf falls to the ground
Tic Toc
Dust floats on a sunbeam
Tic Toc
A star shoots through the sky
Tic Toc
Rain splashes on the pavement
Tic Toc
These tiny moments
Tic Toc
These flashes in time
Tic Toc
Are Life
Tic Toc


Josh Brinkman

Quick question: Of my two poems (the other one is on the first page) which one is better?

Quick question: Of my two poems (the other one is on the first page) which one is better?

I'll go with the second one, just because I have little appreciation for poetry, and that one's shorter.