Welcome to 'My Little Book of Poetry'. 
This thread is for you to post your favourite poems. If it is good
enough to be your favourite poems, it is good enough to be
shared.
There are many poems that I really like, let me start off this
thread with one of my favourite. 
Worms
It isnt the kind of illness
That pushes one
Down flat; she still reports,
Like everyone,
To the office, and the rest
Of her time she lives
The way she must, holding on
To what she believes.
But, somehow, word has seeped out
That Miss Ver is sick,
She may not last the year.
A dirty trick!
Said a voice in the room
Where meets the board;
Miss Ver has fed the firm
Much of its hoard
Of profit and prestige,
All the while ago
Has crept after her in that
Huge air-cooled cage
That has become her home,
And now her sickbed.
Management will care for her
Till she falls dead;
Shes listed under assets,
But, more than this,
It is laws that hire the doctor
She knows it is.
Meantime, a few have dreams
About her chair;
Worms dream she laughs of corpses
that they can share.
G. Burce Bunao