Poetry competition CLOSED 26th September 2021 8:55pm
WINNER
DaisyGrace
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French Forms
Poetry Contest Description
Pick a French form you like or what you want to give a go at.
I've noticed that I enjoy French form, Villanelle being my favorite so far out of the forms I've tried and read; I have not read or tried all.
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/11-french-poetic-forms
Above is a link of French forms to pick from, not a complete list but something to take you in a direction. Click the poem style and read what it takes to make it into that form.
Rules:
Must be a French form [state the form in Author's Note]
One entry per poet or poetess
Do not enter a poem with a previous win
Any subject
Sensual not pornographic writes are cool
Two weeks
No collaborations
Enjoy!
LJ
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/11-french-poetic-forms
Above is a link of French forms to pick from, not a complete list but something to take you in a direction. Click the poem style and read what it takes to make it into that form.
Rules:
Must be a French form [state the form in Author's Note]
One entry per poet or poetess
Do not enter a poem with a previous win
Any subject
Sensual not pornographic writes are cool
Two weeks
No collaborations
Enjoy!
LJ
Counting Sheep
I asked if I could count the sheep,
they like to scatter up the hill.
I run quick step to take a peep
and find a place to lie quite still,
could see the flock beyond the mill.
I spot the new born wagging tails
and watch the rutting baby males.
A fox runs out, the bleating starts
I scramble fast on sod and shale,
he nears the lambs but hears my bark.
they like to scatter up the hill.
I run quick step to take a peep
and find a place to lie quite still,
could see the flock beyond the mill.
I spot the new born wagging tails
and watch the rutting baby males.
A fox runs out, the bleating starts
I scramble fast on sod and shale,
he nears the lambs but hears my bark.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Aspects of autumn (A rondel)
A webs spun dew, it's droplets glint
fractions, of longer nights and shorter days
the spider waits within it's treaded maze
autumn's burnished glow, never indistinct
The year is ageing, needing pills and liniment
fall, a golden palette, proudly now displayed
a webs spun dew, it's droplets glint
fractions, of longer nights and shorter days
Thumb it's nose, to winters cold inheritance
with serenity, of just captured grace
in peace and calm, not misbehave
the spider waits, no need to sprint
the webs spun dew, its droplets glint
fractions, of longer nights and shorter days
the spider waits within it's treaded maze
autumn's burnished glow, never indistinct
The year is ageing, needing pills and liniment
fall, a golden palette, proudly now displayed
a webs spun dew, it's droplets glint
fractions, of longer nights and shorter days
Thumb it's nose, to winters cold inheritance
with serenity, of just captured grace
in peace and calm, not misbehave
the spider waits, no need to sprint
the webs spun dew, its droplets glint
Written by slipalong
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