Quatrain Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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Deadly Seduction
Death finally came for me
to sweep me off of my feet
making the seduction complete
by even penning my elegy
to sweep me off of my feet
making the seduction complete
by even penning my elegy
#cancer
#confessional
#death
#quatrain
#WritingPoetry
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Deadly Seduction
Death finally came for me
to sweep me off of my feet
making the seduction complete
by even penning my elegy
to sweep me off of my feet
making the seduction complete
by even penning my elegy
#cancer
#confessional
#death
#quatrain
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
4 Comments
Deadly Seduction
Death finally came for me
to sweep me off of my feet
making the seduction complete
by even penning my elegy
to sweep me off of my feet
making the seduction complete
by even penning my elegy
#cancer
#confessional
#death
#quatrain
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
4 Comments
Deadly Seduction
Death finally came for me
to sweep me off of my feet
making the seduction complete
by even penning my elegy
to sweep me off of my feet
making the seduction complete
by even penning my elegy
#cancer
#confessional
#death
#quatrain
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
4 Comments
Deadly Seduction
Death finally came for me
to sweep me off of my feet
making the seduction complete
by even penning my elegy
to sweep me off of my feet
making the seduction complete
by even penning my elegy
#cancer
#confessional
#death
#quatrain
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
The Evening Aesthetic
Poetry's vessel must have a sail
For the breeze of inspiration to fill
But when that breeze becomes a full gale
You must have in place some tried and true skill.
Words, of course, must be blue ribbon choice
And not sorry slang from coked up street gangs
Or twitter account for a moron's voice
No better than an animal with fangs.
The sails are like quatrains and stanzas
There to exploit inspiration's storm
That sometimes shows up like ore in bonanzas
Which must be contained in some sort of form!
Who knew content and form could be so...
For the breeze of inspiration to fill
But when that breeze becomes a full gale
You must have in place some tried and true skill.
Words, of course, must be blue ribbon choice
And not sorry slang from coked up street gangs
Or twitter account for a moron's voice
No better than an animal with fangs.
The sails are like quatrains and stanzas
There to exploit inspiration's storm
That sometimes shows up like ore in bonanzas
Which must be contained in some sort of form!
Who knew content and form could be so...
#sonnet
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #quatrain
#WritingPoetry #quatrain
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The Evening Aesthetic
Poetry's vessel must have a sail
For the breeze of inspiration to fill
But when that breeze becomes a full gale
You must have in place some tried and true skill.
Words, of course, must be blue ribbon choice
And not sorry slang from coked up street gangs
Or twitter account for a moron's voice
No better than an animal with fangs.
The sails are like quatrains and stanzas
There to exploit inspiration's storm
That sometimes shows up like ore in bonanzas
Which must be contained in some sort of form!
Who knew content and form could be so...
For the breeze of inspiration to fill
But when that breeze becomes a full gale
You must have in place some tried and true skill.
Words, of course, must be blue ribbon choice
And not sorry slang from coked up street gangs
Or twitter account for a moron's voice
No better than an animal with fangs.
The sails are like quatrains and stanzas
There to exploit inspiration's storm
That sometimes shows up like ore in bonanzas
Which must be contained in some sort of form!
Who knew content and form could be so...
#sonnet
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #quatrain
#WritingPoetry #quatrain
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The Evening Aesthetic
Poetry's vessel must have a sail
For the breeze of inspiration to fill
But when that breeze becomes a full gale
You must have in place some tried and true skill.
Words, of course, must be blue ribbon choice
And not sorry slang from coked up street gangs
Or twitter account for a moron's voice
No better than an animal with fangs.
The sails are like quatrains and stanzas
There to exploit inspiration's storm
That sometimes shows up like ore in bonanzas
Which must be contained in some sort of form!
Who knew content and form could be so...
For the breeze of inspiration to fill
But when that breeze becomes a full gale
You must have in place some tried and true skill.
Words, of course, must be blue ribbon choice
And not sorry slang from coked up street gangs
Or twitter account for a moron's voice
No better than an animal with fangs.
The sails are like quatrains and stanzas
There to exploit inspiration's storm
That sometimes shows up like ore in bonanzas
Which must be contained in some sort of form!
Who knew content and form could be so...
#sonnet
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #quatrain
#WritingPoetry #quatrain
312 reads
0 Comments
The Evening Aesthetic
Poetry's vessel must have a sail
For the breeze of inspiration to fill
But when that breeze becomes a full gale
You must have in place some tried and true skill.
Words, of course, must be blue ribbon choice
And not sorry slang from coked up street gangs
Or twitter account for a moron's voice
No better than an animal with fangs.
The sails are like quatrains and stanzas
There to exploit inspiration's storm
That sometimes shows up like ore in bonanzas
Which must be contained in some sort of form!
Who knew content and form could be so...
For the breeze of inspiration to fill
But when that breeze becomes a full gale
You must have in place some tried and true skill.
Words, of course, must be blue ribbon choice
And not sorry slang from coked up street gangs
Or twitter account for a moron's voice
No better than an animal with fangs.
The sails are like quatrains and stanzas
There to exploit inspiration's storm
That sometimes shows up like ore in bonanzas
Which must be contained in some sort of form!
Who knew content and form could be so...
#sonnet
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #quatrain
#WritingPoetry #quatrain
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Window Writing (a sonnet)
Her thoughts chasse' as she begins to write.
The heavy clouds create pillowing forms.
Inked prose seen only with the candlelight,
O' springtime evening bringing her sweet storms.
A whip-poor-will's enduring twilight song,
Fresh lilac tantalizing every word.
This conquest of her vision has been long.
Does rain bring presence begging to be heard?
My parchment strewn from gales, now raindrop skimmed.
Behold, the brilliance of a lightning arch!
Deep rest calls, the beeswax stick becomes dimmed,
Silent verses to slumber in the...
The heavy clouds create pillowing forms.
Inked prose seen only with the candlelight,
O' springtime evening bringing her sweet storms.
A whip-poor-will's enduring twilight song,
Fresh lilac tantalizing every word.
This conquest of her vision has been long.
Does rain bring presence begging to be heard?
My parchment strewn from gales, now raindrop skimmed.
Behold, the brilliance of a lightning arch!
Deep rest calls, the beeswax stick becomes dimmed,
Silent verses to slumber in the...
#night
#quatrain
#rain
#sonnet
#storm
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9 Comments
Window Writing (a sonnet)
Her thoughts chasse' as she begins to write.
The heavy clouds create pillowing forms.
Inked prose seen only with the candlelight,
O' springtime evening bringing her sweet storms.
A whip-poor-will's enduring twilight song,
Fresh lilac tantalizing every word.
This conquest of her vision has been long.
Does rain bring presence begging to be heard?
My parchment strewn from gales, now raindrop skimmed.
Behold, the brilliance of a lightning arch!
Deep rest calls, the beeswax stick becomes dimmed,
Silent verses to slumber in the...
The heavy clouds create pillowing forms.
Inked prose seen only with the candlelight,
O' springtime evening bringing her sweet storms.
A whip-poor-will's enduring twilight song,
Fresh lilac tantalizing every word.
This conquest of her vision has been long.
Does rain bring presence begging to be heard?
My parchment strewn from gales, now raindrop skimmed.
Behold, the brilliance of a lightning arch!
Deep rest calls, the beeswax stick becomes dimmed,
Silent verses to slumber in the...
#night
#quatrain
#rain
#sonnet
#storm
238 reads
9 Comments
Window Writing (a sonnet)
Her thoughts chasse' as she begins to write.
The heavy clouds create pillowing forms.
Inked prose seen only with the candlelight,
O' springtime evening bringing her sweet storms.
A whip-poor-will's enduring twilight song,
Fresh lilac tantalizing every word.
This conquest of her vision has been long.
Does rain bring presence begging to be heard?
My parchment strewn from gales, now raindrop skimmed.
Behold, the brilliance of a lightning arch!
Deep rest calls, the beeswax stick becomes dimmed,
Silent verses to slumber in the...
The heavy clouds create pillowing forms.
Inked prose seen only with the candlelight,
O' springtime evening bringing her sweet storms.
A whip-poor-will's enduring twilight song,
Fresh lilac tantalizing every word.
This conquest of her vision has been long.
Does rain bring presence begging to be heard?
My parchment strewn from gales, now raindrop skimmed.
Behold, the brilliance of a lightning arch!
Deep rest calls, the beeswax stick becomes dimmed,
Silent verses to slumber in the...
#night
#quatrain
#rain
#sonnet
#storm
238 reads
9 Comments
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