Thanks for the kind comments on my effort.
I wrote a Nonnet some time ago - I'll have to dig it out (or write a new one).
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Thanks for the kind comments on my effort.
I wrote a Nonnet some time ago - I'll have to dig it out (or write a new one).
Nine rings for mortal men doomed to die...
Eight years old when she read those lines -
Seven was always missing.
Six days a work-week and
Five people searching
For a childhood:
Three houses
To be
One
OK here's my entry.
Quote:
Watermelon
The sweet slice, refrigerator chilled,
Marble lined into the habit
Of love, I standing by the
Kitchen sink, gnaw noshing
The red flesh, your arms
Wrap me solid
As you nip
At my
Ear.
here's my shot at it, if it's hard to understand, i'm sorry but i couldn't do much with i had, a challenging form
Shadow Moon
Two lands exist in all reflections,
one in the Light, one in Shadow,
lost, broken, are accepted,
to like I, walk both worlds.
Life mirrors the Dead,
just as the moon
mirrors the
Shadow
Moon.
I like that one very much Virgil. I had never heard of the word 'noshing' though, I had to look it up.
A corpulent phrase recedes in ears,
stepping lightly through spiral folds.
Crestless ripples sink along
deserted banks of sand
worn by tired waves,
like seashell sounds
stilled to sleep,
needing
rest.
Thank you Pensero. Lots of good ones in this one, including yours.
Yes, lots of good nonnets so far - keep them coming!
Thanks, B! I think I fixed it. As I have said before, all our different accents come up with different syllable counts, but it didn't hurt the poem! I'm Southern USA, and we tend to either drop syllables or draw them out, one or t'other. Even those of us who are well educated... You'd be surprized how many times I've heard College professors use "ain't" around here!Quote:
Originally Posted by Adolescent09
Pen
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Dancing to a warm breeze one sleek leaf
Turns free the leading hand once held
Once, twice, three times spinning down
Stop now lay still softly
Solo on the ground
Resting waiting
For the next
Rhythmic
Breath
:cool:
I have already posted this poem titled "Moments of bliss" in personal poetry but I thought to put my poem in this contest too. Hope you all will love this poem.
Moments of bliss
we fight with fears and struggle to exist
we cherish the moments which make us want to live
we explore meaning of life and reasons to live
we make changes for what we think and what we believe
we see this world and people and we imitate
we are never satisfied of what we have and for what we get
we share time of our life with our family and friends
we keep these moments as memories until the end
we go through bittersweet moments and wait for one fine day
we keep the faith and live in prayers to see true smile on our face
we strive to fulfill our dreams and to find a better life
we seek for place to rest our head with peace of mind
we live on social bonds and faith upon each other
we live for our loved ones and wish to make it stronger
we try to touch the stars yet they are out of reach
we keep ourselves eternally engaged for the moments of bliss
Too many great poems already posted with this format, but here's mine anyways. :)
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Superimposed on this life's visions
lie the grey dreams of others past....
misty recollections of
unconquered enemies,
unfulfilled desires,
unfinished plans,
misplaced trust,
love's grace
lost.
.
The Sun
My opening eyes purpled the dawn.
It was I who azured the morn,
I who stroked the day golden,
I who yellowed the noon,
Till my sleepy eyes
Marooned the dusk,
And my sleep
Dimmed the
Night.
standing on the bank remebering
blissfull love shared so delictly
silently dreaming of love
moments spent together
dancing under the stars
haunting her dreams
replaying again
in loves
past
i hope this is right...im not sure thou
this is realy good, i realy like how you ended itQuote:
Originally Posted by Orionsbelt
steph
Vita
Birth pulled reluctantly from womb's warmth
Mother singing to soothe the cries.
First steps into childhood play.
First time lips meet warm lips.
Passion and then pangs.
First child in arms.
Passing fast.
Last gasp.
Birth.