I'm new on this site and just wanted to say hi to all of the great people on here. Four years ago I've wrote a poem that came from my heart and the poem's title is:

Don't Judge, Just Love

It goes like this.

It doesn't matter if thier short or tall,
But that's not all.

It doesn't matter if thier fat or thin,
Just take a look within.

If you love them and they are short, but,
Try not to be blunt.

If you love them and they are tall, plus,
Try not to make a fuss.

If you love them dispite if they are fat or thin,
Just remember to look within.

Beacuse the place to start,
Begins with the heart.

nice write

hi and welcome

thanks

welcome! this site is full of great poets and great people.

nice poem!!

Thanks, I have a question. Can we post copy righted stuff if it is the one who created it?

hmmm..copyrighted poems? I haven't heard of that one, it would be kinda mean from the poet not to let his poems heard, i think.

The Seventh

If you set out in this world,
better be born seven times.
Once, in a house on fire,
once, in a freezing flood,
once, in a wild madhouse,
once, in a field of ripe wheat,
once, in an empty cloister,
and once among pigs in sty.
Six babes crying, not enough:
you yourself must be the seventh.

When you must fight to survive,
let your enemy see seven.
One, away from work on Sunday,
one, starting his work on Monday,
one, who teaches without payment,
one, who learned to swim by drowning,
one, who is the seed of a forest,
and one, whom wild forefathers protect,
but all their tricks are not enough:
you yourself must be the seventh.

If you want to find a woman,
let seven men go for her.
One, who gives heart for words,
one, who takes care of himself,
one, who claims to be a dreamer,
one, who through her skirt can feel her,
one, who knows the hooks and snaps,
one, who steps upon her scarf:
let them buzz like flies around her.
You yourself must be the seventh.

If you write and can afford it,
let seven men write your poem.
One, who builds a marble village,
one, who was born in his sleep,
one, who charts the sky and knows it,
one, whom words call by his name,
one, who perfected his soul,
one, who dissects living rats.
Two are brave and four are wise;
You yourself must be the seventh.

And if all went as was written,
you will die for seven men.
One, who is rocked and suckled,
one, who grabs a hard young breast,
one, who throws down empty dishes,
one, who helps the poor win;
one, who worked till he goes to pieces,
one, who just stares at the moon.
The world will be your tombstone:
you yourself must be the seventh.

Attila Jozsef (1905-1935)

There is a website I know where your poems are published and copyrighted, not only that, there are also contests where you can win money. The website is poetry (dot) com.

If it's your own work sure.

Some of our poets place a copyright mark at the bottom of every poem they write. My poem aren't worth copywriting.

My poems stink
or so I think
perhaps it’s cuz I never drink

My mind is clear
I have no beer
I’m always out of ink

No need to use a copyright
to protect my verbose sloppy trite
I’ll just pour it down the cesspit of my sink

© July 17, 2009, Abracadabra

(I’m just kidding with the copyright. But that’s doable )

Good work...Welcome...