Stuff Poem – Writing Poetry
They didn’t like the stuff I wrote,
Even the words I wrote with a passion,
They left me scribbling alone, remote,
Called my ‘type’ of words old fashioned.
They thought of me a ‘Ghost’ writer,
Haunted by those gone before,
Well their thoughts saw my quill flightier,
I’d keep writing all the more.
They can write the way they want to write, Please Like/Share To Encourage Our Authors:
Prose, free verse, words I don’t know,
While I will remain here scribbling ‘shite’,
Their ‘likes’ feed my rhyming muse so.