Triolet Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#triolet
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
an item
the item
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
#FreeVerse
#prose
#sonnet
#triolet
#villanelle
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
22nd Feb 2024 9:01am
an item
the item
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
#FreeVerse
#prose
#sonnet
#triolet
#villanelle
131 reads
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slipalong
Poem Published
21st Dec 2020 9:24pm
21st Dec 2020 9:24pm
Sing an advent song
As I sing my lonely advent song
echoes of the year come back, to possess
its tune floats like solitary swan
as I sing my lonely advent song
time without you, so prolonged
stalled beating wings, to do ones best
as I sing my lonely advent song
echoes of the year come back, to possess
A soloist, alone in my confound
in foolhardiness, my broken heart, protest's
no loving arms, now me surround
a soloist, alone in my confound
as life will have its up's and downs
without the charms of love, and so distressed
a soloist, alone...
echoes of the year come back, to possess
its tune floats like solitary swan
as I sing my lonely advent song
time without you, so prolonged
stalled beating wings, to do ones best
as I sing my lonely advent song
echoes of the year come back, to possess
A soloist, alone in my confound
in foolhardiness, my broken heart, protest's
no loving arms, now me surround
a soloist, alone in my confound
as life will have its up's and downs
without the charms of love, and so distressed
a soloist, alone...
#loneliness
#triolet
372 reads
1 Comment
slipalong
Poem Published
21st Dec 2020 9:24pm
21st Dec 2020 9:24pm
Sing an advent song
As I sing my lonely advent song
echoes of the year come back, to possess
its tune floats like solitary swan
as I sing my lonely advent song
time without you, so prolonged
stalled beating wings, to do ones best
as I sing my lonely advent song
echoes of the year come back, to possess
A soloist, alone in my confound
in foolhardiness, my broken heart, protest's
no loving arms, now me surround
a soloist, alone in my confound
as life will have its up's and downs
without the charms of love, and so distressed
a soloist, alone...
echoes of the year come back, to possess
its tune floats like solitary swan
as I sing my lonely advent song
time without you, so prolonged
stalled beating wings, to do ones best
as I sing my lonely advent song
echoes of the year come back, to possess
A soloist, alone in my confound
in foolhardiness, my broken heart, protest's
no loving arms, now me surround
a soloist, alone in my confound
as life will have its up's and downs
without the charms of love, and so distressed
a soloist, alone...
#loneliness
#triolet
372 reads
1 Comment
case28
Poem Published
13th Dec 2013 9:27pm
13th Dec 2013 9:27pm
Bare Trap [&] Dreams
Her eyes blink once with a click, dreams snatched
from the trapper, clutching jaws with teardrop scars.
Muffled bite from snow chains, lifeless, unlatched.
Her eyes blink once with a click, dreams snatched
bare arms and lies buried deep, till links unmatched.
Breathless, final fight or flight, chasing falling stars…
Her eyes blink once with a click, dreams snatched
from the trapper, clutching jaws with teardrop scars.
This poem is a "Triolet" written for the "Intergalactic Nuclearball (Fusion rules)" comp.
from the trapper, clutching jaws with teardrop scars.
Muffled bite from snow chains, lifeless, unlatched.
Her eyes blink once with a click, dreams snatched
bare arms and lies buried deep, till links unmatched.
Breathless, final fight or flight, chasing falling stars…
Her eyes blink once with a click, dreams snatched
from the trapper, clutching jaws with teardrop scars.
This poem is a "Triolet" written for the "Intergalactic Nuclearball (Fusion rules)" comp.
#triolet
1088 reads
18 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
31st Dec 2017 8:16pm
31st Dec 2017 8:16pm
Denial (Triolet)
#denial
#triolet
836 reads
5 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
31st Dec 2017 8:16pm
31st Dec 2017 8:16pm
Denial (Triolet)
#denial
#triolet
836 reads
5 Comments
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