Poetry competition CLOSED 21st May 2024 6:42am
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Rew
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French Poetic Forms
Poetry Contest Description
Explore a French poetic form
I have a love for French poetic forms and there's quite a few of them. There's 20+ forms to explore so you have options. Anyhow, I'd like to see what French poetic form you choose to tackle.
I understand that writing in poetic form isn't for everyone but give it a shot, you got two weeks to come up with something.
Please make sure to follow the form you choose properly because I can't select your poem the winner if you didn't follow the format to the T. I know that there is some flexibility for some of the formats. Here's a place to peep some formats out:
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/poetic-forms/french-poetic-forms
Rules:
One entry per poet or poetess
New or old poem [no previous winners]
Write about anything
- Can be sexual content [Nothing explicit]
Two weeks
Just your solo self
I will judge the winner [I may ask another fellow poet to chime in]
*Please state the French poetic form you choose in your Author's Note.*
Good luck and have fun!
I understand that writing in poetic form isn't for everyone but give it a shot, you got two weeks to come up with something.
Please make sure to follow the form you choose properly because I can't select your poem the winner if you didn't follow the format to the T. I know that there is some flexibility for some of the formats. Here's a place to peep some formats out:
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/poetic-forms/french-poetic-forms
Rules:
One entry per poet or poetess
New or old poem [no previous winners]
Write about anything
- Can be sexual content [Nothing explicit]
Two weeks
Just your solo self
I will judge the winner [I may ask another fellow poet to chime in]
*Please state the French poetic form you choose in your Author's Note.*
Good luck and have fun!
Love Germinates
Small actions
to plant the seed.
Clear out the weeds.
No distractions.
The inception’s reaction
is to emotionally bleed.
Small actions
to plant the seed.
Caught in this interaction
so it’s decreed.
This is what we need,
to add water, a retroaction.
Small actions
to plant the seed.
to plant the seed.
Clear out the weeds.
No distractions.
The inception’s reaction
is to emotionally bleed.
Small actions
to plant the seed.
Caught in this interaction
so it’s decreed.
This is what we need,
to add water, a retroaction.
Small actions
to plant the seed.
Written by Verdonna
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Moonlight’s Beam
During the silence of the night,
Where stars above do softly stream,
In dreams, we find our hearts alight,
Reflecting love's eternal beam.
The moon, a silent sentinel,
Casts shadows where our whispers stream,
During the silence of the night,
Where stars above do softly beam.
Though time may march and take its flight,
And life may change like a swift stream,
Our souls will dance in pale moonlight,
With hopes that reach beyond extreme.
During the silence of the night,
Our love's more than a fleeting dream.
Where stars above do softly stream,
In dreams, we find our hearts alight,
Reflecting love's eternal beam.
The moon, a silent sentinel,
Casts shadows where our whispers stream,
During the silence of the night,
Where stars above do softly beam.
Though time may march and take its flight,
And life may change like a swift stream,
Our souls will dance in pale moonlight,
With hopes that reach beyond extreme.
During the silence of the night,
Our love's more than a fleeting dream.
Written by Controversity
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The Real McCoy
We are going over the top my boys
keep your ink wet, words dry, point your quill true,
and draft your darts like they're the real McCoy,
Take care of your quills, my boys, these ain't toys,
don't ruffle their feathers or you'll be screwed,
we are going over the top, my boys.
Safety first lads, careless words can destroy,
spell check to make your damning taunts get through
and draft your darts like they're the real McCoy,
Sharp quills make sharp points, keep pen knife employed,
cloak your barbs my lads don't give 'em a clue,
we are going over the top, my boys,
The blotter's your best friend, keep it deployed,
blot your copybook? lines to be renewed!
and draft your darts like they're the real McCoy
Turn to a clean page when the kettle boils
We've just enough time for a final brew,
We are going over the top my boys
So, draft your darts like they're the real McCoy
villanelle
Written by Rew
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August
Stifling August weather heat
Never enjoyed this time of year
Practically naked, from my head to my feet
Stifling August weather heat
Ice Cream, Sorbet, or some other refreshing treat
Lifestyle dominated by oppressive thoughts
Stifling August weather heat
Never enjoyed this time of year.
Never enjoyed this time of year
Practically naked, from my head to my feet
Stifling August weather heat
Ice Cream, Sorbet, or some other refreshing treat
Lifestyle dominated by oppressive thoughts
Stifling August weather heat
Never enjoyed this time of year.
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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The Sweetest Kiss
The sweetest kiss does rouge an angel’s cheek
and doth imprison this man’s heart be-smudged
with thoughts of lust no mortal man should speak
lest he before his God stand to be judged
instead he goes the way the angel’s nudged
but still her vision haunts within his mind
lost dreams, a flower’s petal soft begrudged
these lips the sad sojourner naught to find
Perhaps into the blue, searchers should seek
though sirens of the deep be oft misjudged
and shriek until the pirate’s heart be meek
or left with sheepish grin and ego smudged
so onward to her mysteries he trudged
for to his heart the love for her assigned
to steal the sweetest kiss and not be judged
these lips the sad sojourner naught to find
The fight to taste her lips, not for the weak
she hastens not the woeful man that trudged
for in as much no average man’s unique
so rather be the hero not be-smudged
a spirit built with honor not just kludged
the lust for her approval in him shined
though still it matters not, he sits begrudged
these lips the sad sojourner naught to find
In his pursuit of her he never budged
but for him, the pendulum swings unkind
her final message cannot be misjudged
these lips the sad sojourner naught to find
and doth imprison this man’s heart be-smudged
with thoughts of lust no mortal man should speak
lest he before his God stand to be judged
instead he goes the way the angel’s nudged
but still her vision haunts within his mind
lost dreams, a flower’s petal soft begrudged
these lips the sad sojourner naught to find
Perhaps into the blue, searchers should seek
though sirens of the deep be oft misjudged
and shriek until the pirate’s heart be meek
or left with sheepish grin and ego smudged
so onward to her mysteries he trudged
for to his heart the love for her assigned
to steal the sweetest kiss and not be judged
these lips the sad sojourner naught to find
The fight to taste her lips, not for the weak
she hastens not the woeful man that trudged
for in as much no average man’s unique
so rather be the hero not be-smudged
a spirit built with honor not just kludged
the lust for her approval in him shined
though still it matters not, he sits begrudged
these lips the sad sojourner naught to find
In his pursuit of her he never budged
but for him, the pendulum swings unkind
her final message cannot be misjudged
these lips the sad sojourner naught to find
Written by Thor_Azine
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