Welcome to Dincaras Lair,
If you have browsed throughout our site, you would have no doubt encountered some poems along the way.
They have been randomly selected from the collections below and published within the site.
This poetry was written for many purposes, the main one being therapy to let the demons out. Other reasons would be of course love. Love for everything and everyone.
Below, is a randomly selected poem from our collations.
Every day we will pick a random collection and add a button to view it in it's entirity. Some have been put into their correct order, others are a shamble.
This is to keep everyone honest, and means you have to come back tomorrow and see what's on the slab.
Today, being the 20th of July 2019
We have chosen
Days of Memory
Days of MemoryIn the days of memory
Home fireHe walks past yet another corner,
Weeping WillowWhere? Of where are you,
Where's the WallWhere's the wall I'm trying to find,
Serenades to a Priceless Princess
Writings of an Anonymous PoetTo be loved and to love,
Welcome to My Parlour Said the Spider to the FlyWelcome to my parlour said the spider to the fly; more aptly "Welcome to my poetry said the writer to the reader. For it as much the case for the fly as it is for the reader. If you were able to flick through the pages then maybe you wouldn't become the spiders next meal, but untangle yourself to fly away.
Foreword (The Garden)Garden is a small shire, within the boundaries of the sinister Nothing. The people, both animated and mortal, keep their shire clean and beautiful. They also protect their shire from natural foes. Life is usually calm and tranquil in this serene shire, known as Garden.