I wrote this several years ago... probably 5 or 6 now. It won a competition and was published in a book of love poems. It was that long ago I can't even remember what it was called. I just dug this up again today and figured I might as well post it.

As far as poetry goes, I'm pretty bad, and this one was probably the best of my badness

A word was spoken loud and clear,
And it failed to find its place,
The target never heard the sound,
Never gave it time or space,

The fear of love and things so old,
No thrill in ancient chase,
Of a gift that hurts but rewards too,
That brightens the darkest face,

A tradition so old it predates life itself,
And everything contained within,
For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health,
Our destiny lies herein,

So follow me forward, to the ends of the world,
And cherish our final crusade,
For I am following love’s journey,
And you shall be my aide.

[edit on 28-2-2009 by fooffstarr]

Originally posted by fooffstarr
As far as poetry goes, I'm pretty bad, and this one was probably the best of my badness

I would hardly call that badness, I personally liked it. I've never been a fan of rhyming schemes, and actually prefer a more free-verse approach to poetry.. I am a fan of love poetry and I like what you did, how you rhymed 2&4 with the first two stanzas, 1&3 2&4 for the third stanza, and brought it to a close with 2&4.

Badness? Please, I'll have to disagree with you on that

- Carrot

very nice. thankyou.

The thing about poetry - I don't believe that anything is ever bad.

The words are coming from within you, they're a part of you, and the words you've written are personal. I look at poetry as being a very personal thing, for the author, and therefore - I could never tell another poet that they're work is bad.

Disjointed thoughts of a madman? Perhaps you've created a new genre

Seriously though? I really do like your poem.

- Carrot