great so far please keep them coming love is in the air !!![]()
great so far please keep them coming love is in the air !!![]()
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
this is well overdue sorry guys and the winner is....
YesNo simply well put an enjoyable and compact piece
thanks to all the other entries![]()
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Thanks, cacian!
The next form is a Shakespearean sonnet.
Deadline: December 25th
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
Shakespearean sonnet ey? Seems like I viewed this thread at the right time. Since that is about one of the only forms of poetry I am familiar with I'd say this is a good timing for me to join in on this contest!
Without any form of punctuation, our language would not say "I'm perfect"; it would say "imperfect".
"Access to works of art cannot be defined solely in terms of physical accessibility, since works of art exist only for those who have the means of understanding them."
Looking forward to reading your sonnet, EvoWarrior5!
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
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Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
I Open at the Close (Harry Potter references, yay)
If death is free and life but captivates us
then what is our purpose in this place?
If there is nothing that could motivate us
then what could bring a smile to our face?
The thought that all we live for is to die
makes any man fall down onto his knees.
But at the end I will not kneel or cry
for there’s one thought that makes me feel at ease:
If life serves merely as a preparation
to death, then just what do we have to fear?
If death is really just my liberation
I gladly wait until my death is here.
When death arrives I’ll greet him as a friend.
I’ll wait with patience ‘till my life’s at end.
Without any form of punctuation, our language would not say "I'm perfect"; it would say "imperfect".
"Access to works of art cannot be defined solely in terms of physical accessibility, since works of art exist only for those who have the means of understanding them."
The deadline is long past.
It looks like the only entry was from EvoWarrior5. But that was a very metrical entry and fit all the constraints for such a sonnet that I'm aware of. I also liked the idea of life "captivating" us.
Congratulations, EvoWarrior5!
Thank you, YesNo.
I must admit that I am not very experienced with different forms of poetry, and I do not want to pick one that would require too much effort or time on your part; I want to encourage some people to compete.
I looked back a few pages for some ideas and this form given by Dark Muse seemed very interesting and not too difficult:
If you do not mind I will give you this form as well then! To give a bit of originality to it on my part though, the topic will be anything related to sound (music, singing, noises, etc.).
Deadline is the 20th of January. Good luck everybody!
Evo
Without any form of punctuation, our language would not say "I'm perfect"; it would say "imperfect".
"Access to works of art cannot be defined solely in terms of physical accessibility, since works of art exist only for those who have the means of understanding them."
Morbid brooding, feeling glum.
Where is that singing
Coming from?
People should mind their business
Watch themselves, not others--
What say you?
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Oops sound of course 'sound'. here is two if I may
the sound of music and light
together they string
flashback fast
tick tock the clock rock a mock
to a background broke
it's a prox
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it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Remember guys, the topic has to be related to sound or music!
Without any form of punctuation, our language would not say "I'm perfect"; it would say "imperfect".
"Access to works of art cannot be defined solely in terms of physical accessibility, since works of art exist only for those who have the means of understanding them."
The three Magi at my door
Why are they singing
so coyly?
O schaurig ists übers Moor zu gehn,
wenn es wimmelt vom Heiderauche,
sich wie Phantome die Dünste drehn
und die Ranke häkelt am Strauche.
Annette von Droste-Hülshoff (1797 - 1843) (see avatar) Der Knabe im Moor/The Lad in the Moor
The Harpist
I watch your fingers dancing,
on harp or heart strings?
Will you play?
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe