I thought I'd try a little experiment for some short form/poetry on here to see if there is interest/support/audience for that kind of writing. I am/was a published poet, although I haven't written much of it lately, since the world seems to be antithetical to poetry in many ways. (Poetry isn't an immediate gratification adventure, usually) The link follows.
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Thanks for posting here. I know we have a few users who are very interested in poetry. Perhaps more than a few.
Absolutely. It's nice to find somewhere that still enjoys art.
The poem is also long, like a short story about ownership. but this is good, friend, a mother's sad poetry.
This poem is relatively short, and is in an older style where the poem indicates a kind of tale or advisory message.
Here is one literally on virtue by George Herbert:
Virtue
George Herbert
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky;
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,
For thou must die.
Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye;
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie;
My music shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.