Does anyone else write poetry? Let's continue to share and have some fun. 😁

Another outstanding poem, Michael! It leads well to the ending.

Sadly I can’t write poetry but I will enjoy any offerings on here, @Michael D Pie. that is an excellent poem, I was left wondering until the end.

Meadow View.

An eruption of earth, the first today,
He's coordinating his GPS to show the way.

Mr Mole it is checking out his territory,
Snout a twitching with absolute severity.

Now he has risen to find his mark,
All good here, back down to the dark.

Sparrowhawk uses corridors of air,
Allowing silent approach, nothing aware.

Hanging in the air like a child's kite,
Looking for prey with keen eyesight.

Lock on to the target, Ready to go,
Wings back, legs tucked just like an arrow.

Faster and faster, and not a sound,
Talons released as it reaches the ground.

Swift and accurate, the prey to take,
Food for little one's, not yet awake.

Horses munch on sweet new grass,
No idea of time, allowing it to pass.

Some on all fours, some laying down,
Taking in fodder without a frown.

Singing birds, a cacophony of sound,
Coming from everywhere, all around.

Nature's orchestra tuning up for the day,
Giving a wonderful feeling, one must say.

What a privilege to hear, smell and see,
Wonders that are there for you and me.

Today's Gift.

TIME.

It came to fruition around 1500 BC,
To indicate daytime as we will see.

Measuring the length of daylight hours,
An Egyptian invention needing no power.

A method not changed for many a while,
Of course you guessed, it's the sundial.

Then a long wait for a 14th century chime,
The first mechanical clock, invented this time.

Move along now to century fifteen,
When the watch itself was first to be seen.

Improvements made from year to year,
Seconds, minutes and hours, all very clear.

This is a concept, a simple illusion,
Made up of human memories without confusion.

Time is the progression of events we see,
From past, present and future to you and me.

It cannot be touched, seen or tasted,
So make the most, ensure its not wasted.

If there's no time, there's no progression,
Nothing could have started, in any fashion.

A precious resource from way back,
Use it well and you're on the right track.

I’ve no idea where to begin with writing poetry, but I do enjoy reading it. Maybe one day I’ll give it a try for a bit of fun. I’ve seen other groups do word challenges with a set list to include in a poem, but I think I’d be way out of my depth with something like that.

Great poems, @Michael D Pie.. Please keep posting them.

I wrote this poem thinking about many people who are sadly not with us, provoked mostly by the thought of Kimbo's death but also of several other friends, such as Tracey Bellis, Jayne Briggs, Angela Wilson, and many more regular faces who attended home and away.

So many faces once filled the crowd,
Their voices strong, their presence proud.
Some now gone, too soon, too fast,
Yet their memory holds, their echoes last.

At Meadow Lane, on journeys far,
We gather together, wherever we are.
Notts County binds us, close and near,
A family built through loss and cheer.

In silence we grieve, in chorus we sing,
For those no longer standing in the stand.
Through sorrow shared, our bonds remain,
Their spirit lives in every game.

Though nothing feels quite as it was,
We give thanks for friendship, for the cause.
United in football, steady we stay,
Carrying our loved ones, match by match, day by day.

Nice poem @Chris

love it mate! its a wonderfully written poem.

That’s a lovely poem @Chris

Something to be very proud of Chris, bathing the soul like a gentle kiss.

Inclusive of all a wonderful gesture, paying your tribute a real mister.

Old, young and those who have gone, knowing for sure you're never alone.

The beautiful game so lucky to see, all together forever with you and me.

Classic words written from the heart, remembering Kimbo for her part.

Thank-you mate for reminding us all, football isn't just about kicking a ball.

I’m not very good at writing poems, but I wanted to say how lovely the ones shared here are. I really enjoyed reading them. Well done to the members who can put words together so beautifully. It’s a real skill and I admire it.

Backing Time.

Eyes wide open and still can't see,
What's this black blanket infront of me.

A real challenge not had for a while,
Needs thought, confrontation and a little guile.

The use of eyes not relied on too much,
Hands, arms and toes, it has to be touch.

This thing turned my world upside down,
Moping around with nothing but a frown.

Even the birds aren't chirping any more,
That beautiful sounds gone as I open the door.

Temperatures dropping the weather people say,
Going to be with us for more than a day.

Everything changing, even wearing thicker socks,
All because we've turned back the clocks.

Keep the poems coming folks I am enjoying reading them.

Nice one @Michael D Pie. Keep them coming. They are a great read.