Hey the distinguished poet laureate Strick masculine rhymes bequeath us bemused Four quintains we memorized solemnly Quintessential dilemma relates all Metaphors midst the path of woods and fork Perplexed feel over the leaves trodden black
Thy simple words led us to many thoughts Left us all at the fork to many roads Ironic tone is inescapable: Revealed by the zephyr of aphorisms The phrase "worn about the same", was it vailed? And was either of the path less travelled?
The Pindaric ode (named for the Greek poet, Pindar) is made up of a pattern of three stanzas called triads. This type of ode can be composed of several triads, but the first (the strophe) and the second (antistrophe) should be idnentical metrically with the third (epode) wandering off on its own metrical path.
Lifting me above my chaotic world Gyrations of emotions, for long blurred Stellar mystic spells of her beauty whirled Romantic verses now flying as birds Caress of your love and my poems furled Surrendering in your arms, I preferred
Harrisham Rhyme, created by the female poet, Harrisham Minhas, belonging to the State of Punjab in India, of a six-line rhyming stanza. In this form, the last alphabet of the first word of each line is the first alphabet of the first word of next line.
There is no restriction on the starting alphabet of the first line.
Wondering at my home five centuries old Relics shines amidst ruins of past in fold Settled over rudiments of love and care Shadowed by the thickets of glamorous square Rejuvenating zeal to revive the flair Inspecting intricacies of inner ware A fireplace veiled by ashes of fallacies A crumbling lounge to please all like galleries Bricks of homeliness to preserve forever Eyes of balcony flirting nature ever Wondering at my home five centuries old Relics shines amidst ruins of past in fold
Settled over rudiments of love and care Shadowed by the thickets of glamorous square Cleaning cobwebs of all grudges to bring light Brooming the floors of failures will bring delight Strengthening pillars, cementing self respect Replace pride lamps for compassion to reflect Hanging frames of memories on walls of heart Placing pots of verses to bloom happy art Opening windows to new generations Painting hues of acceptance in relations Wondering at my home five centuries old Relics shines amidst ruins of past in fold
The Licentia Rhyme Form, a poetic form created by Laura Lamarca, consists of at least 3 12-line stanzas with 11 syllables per line. Of course, the poem can be elongated adding on to the following rhyme scheme: aabbccddeeAA, BBffgghhiiAA, CCjjkkllmmAA
The Licentia Rhyme Form is named after Laura Lamarca's signature, "La" and "Licentia" is Latin for "Freedom".
The twist and turns swindling moments of joy from life Path of trustworthiness was seasoned with love rife Endurance throbbed within each beat of solitude Mesmerized by luring shine of thy pulchritude
Teasing heart with thy waning appearance in trance All postures alluring melodies of romance Illuminating waves rise in similitude Glowing glance of beauteous smile in certitude
Thriving through scorching day for sweet night in thy bliss Scintillating dreams of thou luminious kiss Stars were twinkling in awe at their love interlude Glowing glance of beauteous smile in certitude
Thy expanse caressing dreams of oneness in dark Sheathing moments of nearness betwixt love so stark Rousing around the boughs of desires to invite Ebs and tides oscillating midst songs in plight
Yearning stretching far away into wilderness Ushering thou to path of my life's willfulness Hues of aura blending within shine of love night Enveloping distant souls mesmerizing sight
Moon was sailing over clouds across barren land Wasn't it eyeing now at the lone tree sprawling grand To embark on his broad hard chest with love so quite Enveloping distant souls mesmerizing sight
Will this story of love be couched by anyone? Will it be looked as a debacle by each one? Either of them ever cared was the attitude Glowing glance of beauteous smile in certitude
(Pronounciation: “guzzle”) Originally an Arabic verse form dealing with loss and romantic love, medieval Persian poets embraced the ghazal, eventually making it their own. Consisting of syntactically and grammatically complete couplets, the form also has an intricate rhyme scheme. Each couplet ends on the same word or phrase (the radif), and is preceded by the couplet’s rhyming word (the qafia, which appears twice in the first couplet). The last couplet includes a proper name, often of the poet’s. In the Persian tradition, each couplet was of the same meter and length, and the subject matter included both erotic longing and religious belief or mysticism.
An acrostic poem with an opposite description. If the acrostic is Black then the poem should be written of white, no words, theme or description should be of black or its resemblance or representations like black, dark, sad and so on. As an added twist in the given image ,we ask you to pick an element from the image and ink an acrostic (opposite description).
This is a repost of mine (originally written back in November of 2018), that I wanted to share during Pride Month. Gender is a temporary, transient phase, lasting only for the duration of the incarnated soul's lifetime; because the moment we're free from the physical body we inhabit, we are genderless, as all pure Spirit is. Due to that, such focus and importance need not be placed on gender, all of which should be viewed with equal respect. Those who choose to change their gender should also be regarded with the same importance, worthiness, and respect; because they are a soul, a living being of divine origin which cannot be defined by or limited to any one particular gender. A spark of the divine is present within them, as much as it is within any of us. Changing their gender neither reduces nor negates that spark. Happy Pride Month to all, and may all souls be free to live and love however they may so choose. ❤️
Everything is falling apart those who once believed in me, now misunderstanding me for something which I haven't done so far. Every time I sit to have my meal their cursed words stab my heart and make my soul bleed. I cried and begged by folding my hands that don't hate me at least not in front of me, if you wish to do so then do it behind my back so that I can freely breathe. Their words are like the sharp knives peeling off the layers of my self worth that once brightly shines. I put myself in their shoes to understand their perspective but they never tried to understand mine, Instead they humiliated me more when I disclosed that I badly need a psychiatrist In order to save my poor life. They said that i'm lying and faking my tears but deep inside my every inch is battling with demons and unknown fears. Why didn't they give me chance to speak and to prove myself innocent maybe they are too self centred and ignorant towards my feelings because they spent their lives in such an environment. They claim that they are my well wishers but unfortunately they are no less than Hitler. They claim that they know what's best for me but they don't know that it can be worse for me. They claim that they can't see me in pain but there was no one to hug me tight when I was crying my heart out in the rain. They said that one day I will bring shame on them but they don't know that every day after waking up I pray to god to keep them happy every now and then. They said that I will suffer and cry in pain but they don't know that I'm dying every second and miss the old me who used to be happy and sane. Tell me how many times should I ask for apologies for the deeds which I can't commit even in my dreams. Tell me for how many times should I stop myself from committing suicide please let me know what you decide will you let me live on my terms or force me to slit my wrist without thinking twice.