Form Poem Contest

We are past the middle point of life
Are past the middle point of life
Past the middle point of life
The middle point of life
Middle point of life
Point of life
Of life
Life...

Pendragon
(c) 2012

The flowers like to bloom in spring
To the flowers: bloom in spring
In spring the flowers bloom
Flowers bloom in spring
Spring flowers bloom
Flowers bloom
Bloom

But for death, we would never truly live.
For death, we would never truly live.
For death would never truly live.
For death, never truly live.
Death, never truly live.
Death, never live.
Death, live.
Live.

The moon is new, a cloudless night, in awe we whispered Les étoiles !
Moon is new, a cloudless night, in awe we whispered Les étoiles !
New is a cloudless night, in awe we whispered Les étoiles !
New, a cloudless night, in awe we whispered Les étoiles !
A cloudless night, in awe we whispered Les étoiles !
Cloudless night, in awe we whispered Les étoiles !
Night. In awe we whispered Les étoiles !
In awe we whispered Les étoiles !
Awe. We whispered Les étoiles !
We whispered Les étoiles !
Whispered Les étoiles !
Les étoiles !
Étoiles !

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by jajdude

I', surprised but thanks Mark. OK, for some reason, god knows why, I have to keep the entertainment on the sea here. I am a lazy man so I'm not up to looking up forms, they have rules and stuff and those hurt my head.

What I will suggest is a "fading poem". No doubt this form already exists somewhere out there in form universe, so who cares.

First line has, I dunno, let's say seven or more words, and each subsequent line removes a word from the previous one until at last we have one word, so make it good. I will judge harshly since that is fun, right?

Example I have to make up now:

The dog is eating the beans on the shelf.
On the shelf the dog is eating beans.
The dog is eating on the shelf.
On the shelf is the dog.
The dog is the shelf.
The shelf is dog.
Dog is shelf.
Shelf is.
Shelf.

Damn, this looks hard, but good luck and have fun you 4 or 5 people who take part in this.

---

Hi jajdude
are we allowed to have different lines everytime like this but still keep with the style?

it appeared from somewhere
it was something
it went
nowhere

I'm not sure cacian, but if you write something impressive no one will mind.

The parent of the child is a child
The child is a parent of child
Of the child is a parent
The parent is a child
Child is the parent
The parent child
The child
Child

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by jajdude

I'm not sure cacian, but if you write something impressive no one will mind.

---

Impressive haha...just normal..OK thank you:p

Embers Burning

His eyes were burning embers to inflame my soul
embers burning his eyes to inflame my soul
embers inflame my soul, his burning eyes
my embers inflame his burning soul
burning embers inflame his soul
his soul burning embers
his embers burning
burning embers
burning.

I don't know how to comment on these. Now I forget which ones I like. It was an odd form, not a common one. I'd never heard of it, but was sergeant to present one.

Pendragon and moonbird both stand out for me as strong pieces. I'm going with pendragon though I'd like to give ya both a tie, as moon had a solid work. I liked that pen simply subtracted a word each time. That gave it an edge. moonbird's work was good though/

all in my opinion of course

So, congrats to Pendragon, and we'll see what comes next.

Congrats, Pendragon! And thank you for your comments, jajdude.

Thank you very much. I'm going to leave this wide open by using a free-verse, non-rhyming poem. The catch is it must begin with a thought and work through the poem to finish with the same line. Length doesn't matter, but I would much prefer at least eight. Good luck and God bless!

Stopping Forever and Starting the Universe

Once upon a time it all began.
It started from what might have been a chill from the Endless Everlasting Void
from which the beasts who feasted sprang from nothing all-to-eager to be fed.
Some say a hero finally came and stopped the heartless nonsense, the endless eating and the waste.
Some always say more than they ever could have known and get a fraction of it right.
Fools insist on love. They always will. They're sweet, if you could only swallow them.
All that matters is the eating had to stop when time popped out so you could breathe.
And that is why we're here to bring you one more story, one more lusty lie, one more teasing truth to dress your dreams
that keep you from the nothing of the night since
once upon a time it all began.

Lament of Firstborns

In this measured world
Of numbers and pride,
Singers hum no notes,
Poets read no metaphors
But wail anguish and woes
Of the grieving firstborns
Against unwanted birth
In this measured world.

Dreaming Darkly

Drink deeply and dream
upon the midnight hour, amongst trembling shadows,
softly, softly, in silence may darkness descend,
sanguine lips succulently hunger for the eternal kiss,
sleep never more, as tragic lovers interlocked in death's embrace.
be not still but to thrive within beauty immortalized,
a gasping breath in pure ecstasy, a crimson flush on satin skin,
everlasting bliss arising from the ashes of prolonged agony,
now in dawn's first awakening, as the fires begin to light the sky
drink deeply and dream....