Many of the old poets on line have disappeared
Now and then a legend has reappeared
There will be the poet who talks of suicide
That one that a broken relationship hides
Poets proclaiming their mates most beautiful in the world
Those poetic thoughts downright weird
Then there are those whose deed is to be upsetting
Those praising an animal on their lap they are petting
What I miss most is those who write not for themselves but others
Lovely praise of Mom and Dad and brothers
But its sad that many of the old poets disappeared
For they are discouraged without critique is what I feared
For a young poet just writes to see his work in print
Or that poet in anger writes his words and vents
So if on line you read a poet who is really good
For I encourage them all to write their words if I could