Form Poem Contest

I see no better way than the newcomer to kick it off!!


Which way to turn...
If the heart feels the need to yearn
Which way to turn...
If inside we can feel it burn
Is it enough cause for concern
Should that feeling ever return
Which way to turn?

Welcome and Thank you for entering, colb2.

You are welcome, may we enter more than one? That was a quick one that was thought of in the car.

The setting sun
Is diving through the frozen bay.
The setting sun
Will splash the coming night in play
Through light and so departs the day.
Unconscious? Conscious, in its way,
The setting sun.

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Originally Posted by colb2

You are welcome, may we enter more than one? That was a quick one that was thought of in the car.

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Sorry, I don't think you can. You can edit your poem if you feel like it. But I like it as it is.

Thanks for the entry, YesNo.

We need more entries, please. Try to do something with the punctuation of the repeated lines. That's interesting.

The contest will close in a week's time.

As it doesn't seem there will be any more entries, I'll close this round and declare the winner.

colb2- I liked your poem especially the lines
"Is it enough cause for concern
Should that feeling ever return"

YesNo- I found the imagery of your poem very interesting.

I think both poems conform to the form very well.
And I declare YesNo the winner for this round. The question and the answer, "Unconscious? Conscious, in its way," decided me.
Thanks

Thank you, chevalierdelame!

The next form will be a limerick.

Deadline: June 18th.

Twits on Twitter

You think you are such a great wit
but your Tweets just make you a twit
if only you weren't a fool
believing you are cool
but you really just sound like a chit.

Limerick

There was a young man who had to live
in a sealed coffin from nine to five,
when asked why he did it
he said, 'Don't be an eejit,
why else do I do it but to live?'

One there was a man from Lost Lake
Who complained to the law: "For Christ's sake!
If the monster doesn't exist
Then who the hell did all this?
How much does a man have to take!"

Horsing around

Rocinante got it on with a pony
Deaf to the pleas of Quixote
The owners beat them
"Don't do it again!"
But Rocinante ignored them, he's horny

Closed eyes, unable to see
Mind rampant, how to decree
Heart alone, so predictably
Stay strong, anticipate wishfully
Life's long, you're no detainee