Tag: obscure

Maydays: Poem – Italian Sonnet (Double Octave) – “Love Is The Song” #Maydays 



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Thanks to K.L. Caley from new2writing for #Maydays prompts. Today’s prompt is a journey – spiritual, physical, emotional, or otherwise.

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The day begins; I’m sure today I’m meek,

I haven’t the fortitude everything–

Requires for me to be while I’m measuring,

The distance required between sun and sleep. 

Why can’t you support me; not laugh, I weep;

Lost in worlds, created in pages, blustering.

Voices characterized; people greeting,

You’ve become part of a book; words they leap.

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Understand the writer’s suffering for dreams,

A silly Romance, they say, all they think,

Ready to criticize, it was only sex scenes — wink. 

Stupid, fake; not real, no depth don’t dream. 

As l write I see, relationships in every scene.

You write well; write romance; you didn’t think —

Wisdom was hidden in tangled sheets, links –

To love in tales written long ago, seen. 

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In every story and genre, in best played songs,

Love is always there; and sex sometimes,

Romance literature; no oxymoron.

End of the day, lover’s moon full and strong. 

Each writer writes love; some obscure way find,

No matter the genre; love is the song. 

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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: NaPoWriMo 2016 – Lune – ” Leaving ” 


  

Prompt:

Today, I challenge you to write a lune. This is a sort of English-language haiku. While the haiku is a three-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, the lune is a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. There’s also a variant based on word-count, instead of syllable count, where the poem still has three lines, but the first line has five words, the second line has three words, and the third line has five words again. Either kind will do, and you can write a one-lune poem, or write a poem consisting of multiple stanzas of lunes. Happy writing!

Please visit www.napowrimo.net for more information.

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Peering your way advertent obscure, 

Days have passed,

Shards of glass inside me.

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Why is sorrow so meaningless.

Make it better,

Hear me out; you refuse.

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Coupledome requires us both to,

Tell the truth,

Communication is key; so listen.

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Capricious games are not me,

I’m not playing,

Whatever joke you’re about today.

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Be serious, moments are fading,

I’m still waiting,

How many nights spent crying? 

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Brokenness, requires feeling I think,

To care enough,

Feeling gutted and raw inside.

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Thought we were supposed to,

Make our lives,

Lasting moments for each other.

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Carelessness, you have no soul,

Once you loved,

Love has grown thin, cold.

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In Purgatory, if you believe,

What Catholics teach,

Frightening fire, burning soot reeks.

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Fire enthrals passion, makes heat.

But you’re ice,

Was there ever crackling flames?

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Again, convinced myself you were,

Healthy for me,

Should’ve kept searching and hoping.

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Now, I’m raw, inside out.

Sobbing mess living.

Making or breaking; I’m leaving.

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You don’t hear me leave,

It’s fine because —

You never saw me anyways.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Wrapped Poetry – “Submersion.”


 

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Eyes beguile with intent to overcome,

Rejections of suggestions some,

Made to scintillate and overpower,

All the reasons you perceived sour,

It feels amazing, transforming, intense to be,

Intent to luxuriate, obscure — I can see, 

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Recount the ways you have immersed us,

In this reclusive place, superfleous —

Time indeed, will banish the scarcity,

Smile, with laughter and hilarity,

Alluring colours scrutinized here laid bare,

You will canvasse the world consumed and make repair.

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Dear one, enraptured night enthrals, 

With daring resource, catch my falls,

Intoxicated, I’m inclined,

Enamoured, focus designed.

To be tender, in your clasp, transported, see clear.

Eyes beguile with sanctity in submersion, love sears.

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Poem: Wrapped Refrain – “Forbidden.”


What is a wrapped refrain? A poem created by Jan Turner, consisting of 2 or more stanzas of 6 lines each with the rhyme scheme of a,a,b,b,c,c. and syllable counts: 8,8,8,8,12,12, where the first 4 syllables of the first line must repeat as the last 4 syllables of the last line, thus creating a refrain.

Thanks to Moon Skittles for information on this poetry form.

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Commiserate, here with the sound,

Engrossed by obscure visions found,

Entranced by the consuming,

The glow of esconced words luming,

A treasure of enumerable value locked in kind,

With the resilience of the memories she did find.

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Unawares of surroundings,

Luminescence on the groundlings,

Pronounced prose by her spirit’s intent,

To immerse and beguile, and not present.

How her eyes flash brilliantly, an enchantment hidden,

Commiserating, absorbing, looks forbidden.

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