03-16-2016, 04:28 PM
It seems to me that all choose the same style,
With just four lines to a stanza, couplets,
Some heroic and some rhyming abound,
I don't feel the need to conform so I'll,
Write a sonnet, present this poor pamphlet,
Speak not the clashing, laughing song of war.
I love you, each my dear friends so resound,
These words of friendship and a call for more,
Win or lose matters not a bit to me,
With words of yours I would myself surround,
Hope my slight contributions do not bore,
But rather share the pleasure in our words.
I hope that this shape to my poetry,
Does not clash with all your brave talk of swords,
I only aim to watch the fray and see,
Which of you is the greatest of our bards.
With just four lines to a stanza, couplets,
Some heroic and some rhyming abound,
I don't feel the need to conform so I'll,
Write a sonnet, present this poor pamphlet,
Speak not the clashing, laughing song of war.
I love you, each my dear friends so resound,
These words of friendship and a call for more,
Win or lose matters not a bit to me,
With words of yours I would myself surround,
Hope my slight contributions do not bore,
But rather share the pleasure in our words.
I hope that this shape to my poetry,
Does not clash with all your brave talk of swords,
I only aim to watch the fray and see,
Which of you is the greatest of our bards.