World Poetry day - Post a Poem of your own? - or a favourite by others

Today (21st March) is World Poetry Day and 2026 is linked to several United Nations Sustainable Development Goals through its documented focus on education, cultural expression, and linguistic diversity.
The theme emphasizes linguistic diversity, oral traditions, and the power of words to connect cultures.

https://www.awarenessdays.com/awareness-days-calendar/world-poetry-day/

And so, one asks
  • Want to post a verse of charm?
  • To warm the heart - be of good cheer,
  • To scribe with some words of which to think.
  • Is this so good, - or does it stink?
 
To kick off .....

A Dragon flies

From long ago, did share the land, - with Mighty beast – with stature grand,
Dragons, of a time gone by, - those these now gone,- still Dragon’s fly,
Near lake and marsh, and local stream – brings noise and colour to the scene,
With humming buzz, a busy rhyme, - so much to do so little time,

Waits a moment, in one place, - and then doth strike with deadly pace,
Stiletto stab of precision sees, - a kill and, on their way, they be,
Darting quickly with such speed, - for constant movement, is a need,
A short life span, the time goes by - a full life lived of, - ‘Dragon flies
.

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“Penny”- (Extract:1)

"Her hair was fair/golden, - with eyes that were blue.
A smile filled with sunshine, - like sweet morning dew,
She came to me, gracefully - at the break of the dawn,
And gave to me, freely - a spirit - reborn.

Her walk fixed with focus, - she strode straight for me,
Her steps skipped a melody, - a tune full of glee.
We met, and in moments - we both felt an ease,
To interact freely, - with a playfully tease

She spoke with a gentleness – softly she said,
The best of adventures – of those in one’s bed
The time that was spent - was a glorious joy.
The engagement of passion, - of young girl and boy
"

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Another form of Poetry is a HAIKU

The Haiku is an olde traditional form of (Japanese) verse.
In simple terms it consists of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five (5-7-5) syllables.
The poem’s theme is meant to depict the essence of a specific moment in time.

The concept being: =
  • Describe the subject with sensory detail.
  • Usage of mental images to be descriptive.
  • Writing the poem in the present tense allows an instance of moment.
  • Ending with a surprising last line can see a muse of consideration to occur
Haiku - Wikipedia

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Penny”- (Extract:2)

Once upon a time ago – in daze of hippy past
I sat amongst the travellers – t’was which would last,
In aromas of pure essence - the flower children played,
Within the bracing breeze, a melodic song it made,

The nakedness of honesty – with words that felt so true,
They struck a chord I felt akin – and a freshness all anew,
The need for protest, and protect – to fight for what is right,
Not to stand and watch and wait - but be the knight in white.

The ambience of pleasure- was such a sight to see,
I felt my soul enlightened – and knew it was indeed - the place to be.
Embrace the spirits that were there – infuse the sense so strong,
For courage and conviction – be the virtues of the strong.


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Here's one I wrote a while ago.

Daydream

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I glanced about me as we went
"Why do we do this?" I asked him
"Who knows, it's just the way" he said
then bent to oars as we ploughed on
the gentle water broke upon our bows
as slowly we both squinted in the sun
and without sound of wind or revving engine
heard the quiet water sing
as we rowed easily along

"I mean, what is the reason for all this?"
I asked with worried look on brow
feeling lost and tired and worn
he smiled and twisted hands then said
"It's just the way the river flows, and all we
do is just a part of what there is around us"

"Yes, yes, I get all that, I know it's just
a waking dream" I said
he smiled once more then bent to pull
the oars now dipped below the wave
the bow wave furrowing our way
"So why not just accept what's real,
sit back and let me do the work?"
"Okay," I said, "I guess it feels
like something's wrong with me today"

Then silence fell upon us both
as oars creaked loud in well used rowlocks
I looked around at bankside reeds
that swayed in rhythmic waves, it seemed
the sound of summer hemmed us in
I felt as though perhaps I'd found
the secret here of life unbound
by holiness and sin

And as the minutes turned to hours
we turned and turned about
first he took oars then on it was
to me to do my bit
and finally to bring us home
for though we'd rowed ten miles or more
the hour was getting late
and soon we'd have to stop and land
and once done, then to close the gate
and head once more to house and home
as though the day were just a dream

A pleasant dream for that it was
a fantasy of mind
when two friends spend some time away
from all the worries of the day
to go exploring some new land
where nothing's known and nothing's planned
yet as the day rolls on we see
that there's still room for you and me

To do the things we've never done
or tried to do before, but now
it's just as though a light has shone
on distant shores for us to find
and then set foot on virgin soil
and all the while at back of mind
we both felt need to heed the call

A new horizon to be conquered
lived and then to leave behind
our souls upon that distant loam
where they are free to drift and roam
a diff'rent life from that we've known and
all the while we learn as though
we are just children here at play
dreaming of a perfect day

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The Giving Tree - by Shel Silverstein


Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.

He would climb up her trunk
and swing fromer branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....very much.
And the tree was happy.


But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, 'Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy.'
'I am too big to climb and play' said the boy.
'I want to buy things and have fun.
I want somemoney.'


'I'm sorry ,'said the tree, 'but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy.'
And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the treewas happy.


But the boy stayed away for a long time....
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said,'Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing frommy branches and be happy.'
'I am too busy to climb trees,' said the boy.
'I want a house to keep me warm,' he said.
'I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?'


' I have no house,' said the tree.
'The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a
house. Then you will be happy.'
And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.


But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
'Come, Boy,' she whispered,
'come and play.'
'I am too old and sad to play,'
said the boy.
'I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?'
'Cut down my trunk
and make a boat,' said the tree.
'Then you can sail away...
and be happy.'
And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy
... but not really.


And after a long time
the boy came back again.
'I am sorry, Boy,'
said the tree,' but I have nothing
left to give you -
My apples aregone.'
'My teeth are too weak
for apples,'said the boy.
'My branchesare gone,'
said the tree.' You
cannot swing on them - '
'I am too old to swing
on branches,' said the boy.
'My trunk is gone, ' said the tree.
'You cannot climb - '
'I am tootired to climb' said the boy.
'I am sorry,' sighed the tree.
'I wish that I could give you something....
but I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry....'

'I don't need very much now,' said the boy.
'just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired.'
'Well,' said the tree, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
'well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.'
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
 
Observation: (220326)

The World sees a chaos – of political mean
The dreadful existence – of men and women is seen,
National leaders they argue, – they shout and they scream,
Whilst Penniless people – all they can do is dream

Governments rage – about who’s right, who's wrong,
Whilst the everyday people – wish to ‘just get along’.
Different Countries are split – with attitudes divide,
Be it faith, finance or service – each have their own pride,

The colours of Blue and Red - Gold and of Green,
Dictate desires of importance – some of which are obscene,
The dangers of power and of might - to succeed,
Seem more fixed on self, egoism - and of their greed
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