troublemakerman
Aug 21, 2010, 04:31 PM
Since my wife passed I’ve been writing poems. I have them posted online. I don’t know if my poems or my writing are worth any money. I enjoy writing poems and reading them. My question is, is there some place I can send or post them where the poems would go on long after I die? Michael Gelb (joeyluvr) on Twitter (http://www.twitter.com/joeyluvr)
This was the last poem I wrote, any comments?
Thank You
Our Christmas tree
After we were married and Christmas would come near,
We would go buy a tree and my wife would dress it with care.
All through the holidays it stood straight and tall,
After the holidays I would drag it out through the hall.
I would drag it through the hall and down the stairs,
Balls and lights breaking all the way, but who cares.
My wife would ask, are you crazy,
I would say no this way was easy and I was just lazy.
Year after year buying a new tree, new lights and balls,
End of the season and there I go dragging the tree through the halls.
When we moved to our own home we had a tree for Christmas day,
End of the season I opened the door and out went the tree the same old way.
My wife and daughters said I was crazy and no more,
No more will a tree go out the door.
The next year there was a fake tree on Christmas day,
After the season they told me to keep away.
The family would say how crazy and about the extra money,
My only thought that it was funny.
So every Christmas stands a fake tree,
No more trees out the door by me.
This was the last poem I wrote, any comments?
Thank You
Our Christmas tree
After we were married and Christmas would come near,
We would go buy a tree and my wife would dress it with care.
All through the holidays it stood straight and tall,
After the holidays I would drag it out through the hall.
I would drag it through the hall and down the stairs,
Balls and lights breaking all the way, but who cares.
My wife would ask, are you crazy,
I would say no this way was easy and I was just lazy.
Year after year buying a new tree, new lights and balls,
End of the season and there I go dragging the tree through the halls.
When we moved to our own home we had a tree for Christmas day,
End of the season I opened the door and out went the tree the same old way.
My wife and daughters said I was crazy and no more,
No more will a tree go out the door.
The next year there was a fake tree on Christmas day,
After the season they told me to keep away.
The family would say how crazy and about the extra money,
My only thought that it was funny.
So every Christmas stands a fake tree,
No more trees out the door by me.