Styles of Poetry

[size=3]TRUTH (Acrostic-tanka)

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PEACE THROUGH POETRY (Sestina)

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From a distant future lay the remnants
Of a once proud and mighty civilization
Safe haven of warmongers and merchants
Of death—trying to elude their fair share
To a place where peace is a breath of fresh air
And nanotechnology runs the new frontier

Molecular states of matter altered on this frontier
Quantum mechanical effects hardly visible in the air
Atoms in this quantum-realm scale will have its share
Whose common trait is size—in this new civilization
A far cry from old and what’s left are remnants
By-products of war and unscrupulous merchants

Weapons of mass destruction sold by greedy merchants
Wiped out from the galaxy - Earth and its civilization
Combined with the deadly virus we breathed from the air
Worldwide devastation left nothing but deadly remnants
Scattered in the minds of survivors of the old frontier
Tales of horror and sufferings, no one dared to share

If I live to see that fateful day, I would gladly share
Stories of the gallant stand against the greedy merchants
By poetic geniuses who thrived in Deep Underground frontier
Peace through poetry with Strider could have saved civilization
If only we were given some precious time on the Air
By once media moguls whose lair now laid in remnants

Doomsday scenarios hopefully are but just remnants
Of haunting hellish nightmares that I forgot to share
With the rest of the world trying to seek new frontier
Unsure of what the future holds in this dying civilization
Where corruption is common to nanodick merchants
Whose flair for war is unlikely, flaunting in the air

Thick, black fog in the cities now saturates the air
Clearly seen forerunner to the future lost civilization
Technological advancements behind closed frontier
Instead of war, let’s put them to good use and share
Wealth accumulation and greed by bloody merchants
Would be a thing of the past and shadowy remnants

United we stand on this new frontier
With sigh of relief and a breath of fresh air
Love, peace and harmony—we all shall share…

Tears From Heaven (Renga form)

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tears fall from heaven
as i lay you down to earth
rest in peace, my love
heaven and earth will rejoice
for you have found peace at last!

now that you were gone
no more worries, no more fear
sorrows left behind
will you sing a lullabye
even if you're in heaven?

would you still love me
tomorrow when I die,
will you call my name
if i ended up somewhere?
hope--tomorrow never comes

if i call your name
will i go to heaven too?
tell me what to do--
i would rather be with you
than burn in hell forever

in case i go first
scatter my remains at sea
close to the mountain
where we used to swim and play
that is my solemn request...



[Note: Renga is a series of tanka (5-7-5-7-7) combined.]

SPIRITS IN CLOUD NINE (Acrostic)


Four scented candles glow
On each bathtub’s corners
Red wine bottle almost empty
Evokes warm sensations bursting bubbles
Petals of fragrant blood-red roses
Lined along the path to the bedroom
Amorous lips locked up, tongues twirling
Yearning, still thirsty for more…

Symphony of soft music fills the dim-lighted room
Earthly desires in synch with every high and low note
X-ray like vision reveals, spirits in cloud nine.

Omnipotence of youth with fervor burning
Rhythmic dance of loving souls entwined
Gives way to climactic release of passions
Again, and again, and again…until morning
Sipping the last drop of nectars to contentment
Memorable moments seem like heaven sent!

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Distraught musings

She sees only what she wants to,
never what she can.
17 past noon, and depression seeps in.
Soon, I must get going.
Before she notices that I am gone,
I will be back.
She will poke away at my side with her thorns.
Stab and grind till blood and bone.
And I will console her misplaced heart.
Her last excuse for a connection.
Like countless before her,
and countless after,
glee with turmoil,
smiling ear to ear.
Convulsing every second, stealing focus.
Warning lost in a mesmerizing lie.
Before the 45th comes, I must return;
She will disregard my company, otherwise.
She will have forgotten my face,
save for the thorn in my side.

Struggling, I Swim.

An Ocean of grief, I swim.
Her coldness still here
my wish; wash me clean,
my conscience, too.
Sorrow illuminated,
by the dwindling evening sun.
 
I've never wanted to hide
her destructive power
doesn't phase me.
To lose me, is to lose her strength.
Grief, is the anguish that sways
the rippling waters to my touch.
 
Breathing heavily,
wading through her
for a moment of clarity
I thought I'd escape
for a little while.
Drink
and sing
to drown him out.
 
Not here,
no.
Here, it is worse.
The screams are louder.
They're the restlessness
her stillness conceals.
 
Remembering her jagged edge,
rigid
and cruel.
Gripping my shoulders,
and pulling me under
forcing me into the cliff face
tearing my body to bloody ribbons.
pulled free to air
and ripped into the cold again.
 
Her,
were she to kiss me again,
to have another taste
without doubt, she'd bleed me dry

I don't know what the proper name for this style is.
I rarely see it: When a poet creates lyrics inspired by a piece of classical music.
(Something a bit more detailed than just "kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit".)

I wrote this while munching on bits of spam and listening to Grieg's "Morning Mood".

Spambot Slam

(sung to tune of Grieg’s “Morning Mood” )  


Sunlight is slack.  
Bright red adirondack  
Braces spine of stiffening black,  
Twisted, tentacled rack.  

Orangle globe  
Dangles from frontal lobe.  
Garble-tangled mussels of steel  
Push electrical eel.  

"What shall we play?  
Softball? Hardball? Don't say.  
I'll still overcram you with spam.  
Watch my Bedlam sex cam.  

Click nails on fly  
Crawling over bulged eye  
Of my screaming sea monkey head  
And your fetish be fed.  

Show me your cash and I’ll steal it.  
Lie on my tongue. Can you feel it?  
Ten inch hard pinch  
Can be yours in a clinch.  

Hook to my wires.  
I’ll reprogram desires.  
Turn the volume up to the max.  
Claim full shockwave climax.  

Don’t miss a beat.  
Tweak blue, mechanized teat.  
Hurry! Soon this offer expires.  
I’m bursting with fires  
To crash lap and deep plow  
SO ACT NOW!!!”  

It's tough when your only morning inspiration is the spambot.  

"Kiss my UGG boots, son.  
All in one  
Be undone!"  

*Hitting delete button*



Written by aheartflash  
Published 23rd August 2013 9:54am  
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.

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Breathless Suspension

A kaleidoscope of unrefined jewels  
scattered on fields of unfinished dreams  
taking a step back  
stepping on broken glass  
the numbing sound of sharp shards  
piercing through black and white photographs  
scattering memories into eclipse  
 
Shriveled flowers strewn on marbled floor  
the vase shattered into fiendish sand  
spinning our bed into spike of thorns  
I lay there with my arms and legs spread  
chained to the four corners of the world  
waiting for divinity's descend  
to save my soul  
 
Bootless incarnation of sculptured visions  
dark hair sweeping the dustless ground  
slithering softly through garden of eden  
a beautiful serpentine with an unleashed tongue  
lusting for a taste of cloying ripeness  
fangs in, juices drip down my chin  
streaming into lake of fire  
burning in flames  
 
Conceding to my insatiable appetite  
I savor the flavor embedded deep  
underneath my scorched skin  
daring wire of twisted poisonous ivy    
grasping the corners of my mind  
licking my feeble sanity  
into pseudomorph of grey cells  
reluctantly reaching for  
pilgrimage of sanctity  
 
The tantalizing sensation of the acute pain  
intoxicatingly sweet dripping in vain  
I fall back from this grey existence
into wrinkles of intuitions
fighting my resistance  
gasping for air  
 
Lessons learned cast in stone  
left to my own demise
breath by breath
suspended in air
breathlessly
apprised

I prefer rhythmic because it has a nice way of the flowing of words...Although, I do admit I'm no poetry guru, I simply write...However, recently I have been less worried about rhymes and more worried about the individual stanzas and the way they draw interest and limiting my points to single very direct complete thoughts.  I guess this is a natural way of getting out of my routine comfort zone.  Before, I just felt better with a steady beat, and a cute selection of rhyming words.  I have only been writing poetry for a couple of years.

this is a Lyric type of poem.. with all the rhyming that is so pleasing.


ESCAPISM

Sometimes we are afraid to face reality,
And we want to live in a world of fantasy,
We choose to close our eyes so we can’t see,
And cover our ears so we can’t hear any.

We pretend that we are stronger than others,
That we can handle any kind of struggles,
That we don’t need anybody’s shoulders,
We can live without depending on someone else.

Pretending means covering up the worries,
A mask that hides someone’s doubts and fears,
We are showing a smile to disguise the agony,
Forcing a laugh to reduce the anxiety.

It’s denying the truth and believing the lies,
Counting the great times rather than the cries,
Displaying positivity despite the nothingness,
Giving more love and forgetting the emptiness.

In desperate times we even do daydreaming,
Fabricating a world where we can do anything,
A sanctuary where we can do everything,
A place where no hurt and tormenting feelings.

Daydreaming can stop you from frustrating,
It’s giving your heart a break from aching,
Like a dynamo that can boost your physical resources,
It can recharge your emotional and mental batteries.

Pretending is faking, daydreaming is illusioning,
Spelled differently but have the same meaning,
Few of the best ways in pacifying the pain,
Better than torturing yourself from useless crying.

It’s our choice whether to fight or to flight,
And sometimes we choose to runaway and hide,
In weakest times we prefer escapism than realism,
Ended up using escaping as our defense mechanism.

answer my eyes
hear what I saw
yesterday was today
and today is tomorrow.
listen to my actions
and keep a ear out for
my thoughts.

Triloet    http://www.baymoon.com/~ariadne/form/triolet.htm



Strange as it might have seemed to me
they all thought it was quite the norm
as natural as a bumbling bee
strange, as it might have seemed to me
I could see it made them happy
so held my tongue and hid my scorn
strange as it might have seemed to me
they all thought it was quite the norm