The first poem I ever wrote, I couldn't think of a title, any suggestions are welcome:
A laughter line, Holds together a bouquet of flowers, Posted regularly, Never received. The first bud of winter, Developed in excess – Dies, A premature, wasted, hollow potential. It pretentiously throws into the bouquet, The first to be received, Returned to sender.
I recon a good title for this great metaphorical poem would be 'Male - lost or found', notice the deliberate spelling mistake, I think this would signify the way a friend can become more or less from a simple action,
be careful, and think hard about any offers you get . Love Tom .
PS. I hope it all turns out the way you want with no.9 .
With poetry as your weapon - express your iner feelings so all may carry your sorrow, united as one .
Wonderful writing and welcome to passions. I agree with sonjes...untitled is ALWAYS an acceptable title...(I have lots and lots of untitled...it's almost like a serial with me...lol)(thinking of starting an anthology and calling it...you guessed it..UNTITLED)lol anyway..thanks for the enjoyable read.
Never be a carbon copy of anybody...make your own impressions. - ANON.