The mondo is a Japanese style of poetry written in the form of a question followed by an answer, both written by the same person. (Originally, it used to be written as a collaboration of two poets, one presenting a thoughtful question and the other giving an enlightening answer in two different stanzas.)
--Today , write a creative one-liner mondo on a particular color--
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
- Christopher Marlowe
Pastoral poetry originated in ancient Greece when the poet Theocritus started writing about rural life and nature in the countryside.A pastoral poem focuses on the fantasy of withdrawing from modern life to live in an idyllic rural setting. No matter the form or structure the poetry takes, it always explores country life.
The pathetic fallacy is a figure of speech in which the natural world is treated as though it had human emotions. For instance "weeping cloud" is an example of the pathetic fallacy. This is also a kind of personification, or describing non-human objects in human ways but in strictest sense, the pathetic fallacy can only be applied to nature – animals, trees, weather patterns, etc.
--Today, write a poem using pathetic fallacy in it.--
Imagery is described as a picture made out of words. It is extensively used in poetry. Gustatory imagery is a type of imagery that appeals to the sense of taste. For example: The fresh and juicy orange.
--Today, write a poem using gustatory imagery in it.--
There's a river flowing Loud and fertile within me, My epidermis is a fossil Of engraved touches I've preserved all over The years; my insides are a Bloodshed of flowers I have Always tried to stuff into my Bones: I am not a single entity Mostly I feel like I am Composed of fragile things Found on earth, My overgrown roots overspread Trying to grasp in Whatever my palms could hold of, I have knees covered in weeds, And bruises, from falling over and over, My hands are little branches, Which birds perch upon, The colour of peace is enveloped over my body, Sunshine plays with my hair, Sometimes I collect tragic thunderstorms and pin them over my braids My womb bears young ones With colours of my roof, That changes every moment, Tenderly I nurture them, Along the birds, But I've to let them all go, Some sooner, some a little early. I'm trapped in deep Tunnels of thoughts, Whilst my hands are cut, As my torso falls on Inconsolable carcasses of My hair, and Corpses of my children, Motionless, I lay there, My heart still pounding, Not silent, but loud Like the river flowing Inside me, within and without.
October arrived early this morning, A superstar in gucci gold robes, Whispering sweet promises of a full stacked granary before the Sun's nightly slumber. My thoughts wander towards the empyrean, a flamboyant enchantress dressed in cobalt blue, she floats and sings the bashing Sun a serenade, I think I feel the tip of my ears burning. The birds, in jubilation, breaks into a chorus of hallelujahs, a tune that sets my heart racing. It is morning like this Peace finds me, beneath the wizened tree in sweet repose, when the Earth's a tranquil mother, waking to the sound of her children's laughter. She smells of damp soil and rosemary thyme, a concoction my nostrils in acceptance sniffs to. And so I sit in awe, tasting the bliss of solitude on my tongue's tip while the lone leaf the old tree clings to, dreams of a spring that was promised to him.
Finally my first POD is here after four years. I'm really grateful for giving me this honor. Thank you so so much @miraquill
Thank you so much my dear ones for your every wish❤️ and to be with me in my happiness. I apologize sincerely because it's really difficult for me to take out time to reply each one. I'm grateful to you all
Drops of dew showered on silent poems revived buried feelings And the stinging questions of the letters melted by Jasmine's touch who got carried away by sentimentality and keeping the fantasies alive The butterflies were dancing between the petals kissing Jasmine In the chill of winter, the little squirrels hid in the mother's lap, waiting for the rays of the sun Don't know what, thinking that the sun was just being peeped through the clouds
Suddenly the words of fantasies stopped flowing and a beautiful reality began to take place in my heart.
In those cold winds there was a chill in the chirping of birds
Soon it was evening and the sun with light rays hid peacefully and slept waiting for the next morning. I was about to look at the moon when suddenly I left the moon and saw small eyes which were full of innocence.
In the hope of getting something, moving one hand forward a little, so that nothing should be snatched, the other hand was hiding behind.
And what do I think... It's like that little squirrel is hiding some precious gem When I saw her fist, I could have laughed, but her innocence had settled in my eyes. That is why in a moment I understood not only the value of her treasure, but also the value and need of her precious treasure.
Two peanuts yes just two Yes, she has slept hungry many times...but now...she is a mother now, isn't she? If you go back like this, what will happen to the hope that has left in the eyes of your children?
And I... I just kept thinking lost in her innocence
Then I got up slowly and she was looking at me a bit scared
Perhaps wanted to say something, so showing two grains of fist, I lowered my hand again.
I got up and went to the kitchen and picked up a basket of peanuts
Yes, there was no need to search, I like peanuts so much.
Now what else can I say, picking up the peanuts, that cute squirrel went to her burrow
Yes, her burrow was next to the jasmine plant that was my favorite that's why now I'm in love with that cute little squirrel, after all my new little friend had a home near my favorite plant.
Poetry flows in my soul like a gamut, but the playfulness of that little squirrel keeps tweeting in my heart every moment.
Every animal existence on this earth whether it is innocent like a squirrel or a fierce hunter like a wild lion