Proper Poetry

If there isn't any rhyme or at least repeating rhythm, it's just pretentious shredded prose and not a proper poem.

I'm pleasantly surprised to note a rather unusual absence of slugs while searching for any hidden fruit (ignoring the possible presence ...

Now the crows are attacking my apples spearing them with their wicked beaks but there's such a glut it doesn't matter losing their s...

A happy family life. Then lonely grieving. Existence without wife. And the long leaving.

 SCAMMED It's not just the money. I can pay it. But I don't like being taken for a ride. It bruises my self-confidence and wounds my...

Out of my depth and floundering you tried to teach me how to swim. I learned enough to stay afloat and then you pulled me in. Secure on land...

She lay so calmly after sleepless nights I hardly had the heart to wake her. She looked so peaceful in the morning light - should I disturb ...