Rivetted – Novelinee style

Misty air hangs around us a curtain

Tall pine trees; still, peaceful and majestic

Snow cuddles in cradles of the mountain

The valley below, heavenly mystic

Tireless hands made this masterful painting

Rivetted we stand here in breathless awe

Question the littleness of our living

In nature’s heart there’s no lies, its so raw

Fashioned perfectly by some sacred law.

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Dear Readers,

This style of poetry is known as a Novelinee. It was created by Sarah Ryburn, and has the following rules.

1. It should consist of 9 lines

2. Written in iambic pentameter or 10 syllables per line

3. Rhyme scheme of a b a b c d c d d 

Thank you for reading

Reference: www.poetsgarret.com

Completely

Your lips pulverise me into frenzied smithereens

An implosion within my delinquent brain

Vibrations reach the deprived aching ganglia,

I just can’t stand to have you this near.

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Your body’s bewitching geometry, entices me so completely

Rough hands on the inverted brackets of my hips

Long fingers so irresistibly creepy,

Extending to every little mole I never knew I had,

Fight like I’m drowning for each laboured breath.

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This streetwise girl has gone from rags to riches,

Charnel to Eden in a few hushed whispers

…Oh please stop.

(But please don’t)

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Dear Readers,

This has been a response to Wordle #71 MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie’s word prompt.

The words to be used and the rules were as follows:

1. Streetwise

2. Ganglion (a mass of nerve tissue existing outside the central nervoussystem, Pathology: a cyst or enlargement in connection with the sheath of tendon,usually at the wrist. a center of intellectual or industrial force, activity, etc.)

3. Rags

4. Bracket

5. Implosive

6. Creepy

7. Delinquent

8. Geometric

9. Cheap

10. Near

11. Charnel (a repository for dead bodies)

12. Extend

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

Thank you Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie for the wonderful and challenging prompt. Hope you all enjoyed it! See you back here again tomorrow 🙂

Catch-22 – Catena Rondo

That eternal conundrum, the catch-22

Pinning you to the bottom of the ladder

Try to move up, but get pushed down faster

That eternal conundrum, the catch-22.

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That first paid job, should be such a proud moment

You’re ready to work after years of just books

But they want experience, some grey in your looks

That first paid job, should be such a proud moment

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Is there no value in enthusiasm or exuberance?

The willingness to learn and a fresh perspective?

Instead its held against you with stone cold directives

Is there no value in enthusiasm or exuberance?

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Dear Readers,

The style of poetry you just read is the Catena Rondo created by Robin Skelton. It is made up of four-line stanzas (quatrain) where the 2nd and 3rd line form a rhyming couplet and the 1st and 4th line are the same.

There is no fixed syllable pattern, rhyme scheme or meter. The poem can made up of any number of stanzas as well.

Hope you all had a great weekend & have a good week ahead! 🙂

Reference: www.poetsgarret.com

Blossom – Nonet

Delicate flower within a bud

Soft and innocent, just perfect

Preparing, biding your time

Spread roots within the earth

Beautiful blossom

My precious love

Come back soon,

Ill wait

Here.

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Dear Readers,

This style of poem is known as a Nonet. As the name implies it consists of 9 lines, with a descending syllable count of 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1.  

Hope you enjoyed this simple poem and hope you all have a great weekend ahead! God bless.

Revenge

He sails with dogged determination

The seas that show no grace or mercy

Voices reaching a violent frequency

Winds churning up loud screams

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This persistent harrowing tinnitus

Has turned his innards into mush

His blood begins to coagulate

As the memory makes him falter

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Sharp salt spray he tastes on his lips

Bullet raindrops injure his weathered face

Feelings, now, don’t seem to permeate

He’s just a man with a monster to slay.

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Far ahead his dead dark eyes catch

The glistening mass of that murderous Leviathan

Gliding smoothly along with a nauseating hiss

Boastful beast craving flesh of innocent man

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His cephalic vein pulsates with pent up rage

As his strong arms grasp the steel spear

Flattening his hand along the blade

Prepared to meet its cruel radial gaze

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Then he sees it, he had missed it at first

A small flutter in the now still waters

Trailing behind its mother confusedly

Keeping up the pace with soft whimpers

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He stands transfixed as if struck by lightning

Something tugs at the heart he thought didn’t exist

He falls to his knees and cries as he remembers

His son’s last words : “Papa, don’t hurt the big fish”

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Dear Readers,

This poem has been written as a response to word prompt Wordle #70 by MindLoveMiserysMenagerie.

The rules were as follows:

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

1. Flatten

2. Cephalic (relating to the head)

3. Coagulate

4. Innards

5. Frequency

6. Hiss

7. Tinnitus (a ringing or similar sensation of sound in the ears)

8. Spear

9. Spray

10. Radial

11. Leviathan (a large marine animal such as a whale, anything of immense size and power such as a ship)

12. Dogged

I’ve been staring at these words since Monday, and though I had an idea about where to go with it, I kept putting it off. So this should really be titled Procrastination :p 

Thank you MindLoveMiserysMenagerie for another great word prompt. Hope you all enjoyed reading it as well.

Lump in my throat – Senryu x 3

Casting my eyes down

I can only hear their sound

Hum to block it out

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I’ve got a problem

But I can’t face it just yet

Twiddle my fingers

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Dear lump in my throat,

Would you kindly go away?

Sometimes I can’t breathe.

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Dear Readers,

This style of poetry is known as a Senryu. This is a Japanese style that is very similar to the haiku in that it is non-rhyming and has a syllable count of 5/7/5. The difference between the two forms is that the Haiku is mostly regarding nature and seasons, where as the Senryu, is written about human nature (usually in the present tense). 

The Senryu is only 3 lines long, I have written three senryus here.

I have attempted a Senryu before, you can read it here. I was just reading about it this morning and decided to try it again.

There’s always a special place in my heart for Japanese poetry. There is so much complexity and depth in short simple sentences.. it really entices the reader to think without exhausting them with text (not that I don’t love long poems). 

Have a great day everyone 🙂

Rise from the ashes – Diatelle form

Grief

Forsake

Push the brake

Give life a chance

There’s not much you can’t take

Shake out of your misery trance

Rise from the ashes of your long term plans

In the grand scheme of things, our time here is so brief

Why wait on the sidelines, when you can dance?

The only thing you can change, is your stance

Happiness, you can make

Progress, advance

Fear: let’s break

That fake

Thief

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Dear Readers,

I chose this style of poetry, thinking that it looked interesting and fun. Now, I have a headache :p 

Jokes aside, this was one of the hardest styles I have tried till date, which is saying a lot. Looking at the end result, I’m fairly happy with what I’ve achieved after following all the parameters 🙂

This is the Diatelle form, developed by Bradley Vrooman. Basically, the poem has 15 lines with a fixed syllable form and rhyme scheme. The syllable count for each line goes like this 1-2-3-4-6-8-10-12-10-8-6-4-3-2-1 (making a diamond shape) and the rhyme scheme (!) is abbcbccaccbcbba.

This form reminds me of a Diamante and an Etheree, both of which I have attempted (and were easier). 

I implore you to read this poem twice.. not for any particular reason, other than that it took a lot of effort to write :p And, if you find any mistakes in the syllable count or rhyme scheme.. close your eyes and turn the other way XD

Have a great day!

Reference: www.shadowpoetry.com

Impossibly beautiful – Villanelle

Impossibly beautiful promise of the future,

I anxiously held onto you so tight

My heart rejoiced you with aching rapture.

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You taught me to love against reason, to nurture

I felt you close, though you were far from my sight

Impossibly beautiful promise of the future.

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A willing student was I, and you, my adorable teacher

I changed my ways, tried to do everything right

My heart rejoiced you with aching rapture.

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Alarm and awe mingled into an unstable mixture,

The moments of darkness took over the light

Impossibly beautiful promise of the future.

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Sand castles of hope slowly began to fracture

We were both battling an unbeatable knight

My heart rejoiced you with aching rapture.

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The time arrived for me to give you back to nature,

I know the creator will protect your soul, so bright.

Impossibly beautiful promise of the future,

My heart rejoiced you with aching rapture.

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Dear Readers,

Many of you maybe familiar with the Villanelle form of poetry. It has French origins dating back to 1606. It is well-known in poetry circles as a challenging style.

It is made up of 19 lines of no fixed syllable form. The first 5 verses are three lines each (tercets) and the last verse is four lines each (quatrain)

The interesting part of a villanelle is that you need to visualise the flow of the entire poem as well as end of the poem right at the very beginning. The first and third lines of the first stanza are repeated throughout the poem (alternately as the last line of each stanza). They are also the last two lines of the whole poem.

Another challenge this form represents is the strict rhyme scheme of aba which is followed in all the stanzas. It is better if you choose simple and common rhymes to start with, so that it is easier to develop the poem as you go along.

I have once attempted a villanelle before, but only in part. You can read it here

Thank you for reading.. this wasn’t an easy one to write and not in the least because of the style of poetry.

Untold – Lai style

What do I pray now?

Lost my will to vow

Be bold:

Fear, I can’t allow

Stand tall, do not bow.

Feel old

Wrinkles trail my brow

Must move on, but how?

Untold.

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Dear Readers,

It’s been awhile since I explored a new style of poetry.. I’ve missed it! After writing a few free verses, it is always a challenge to go back to poems with fixed parameters. However, it is rewarding enough when you accomplish it, to want to do it again!

The style of poetry I have attempted above is the Lai style. It is an old French style of poetry.

Each stanza of the poem has 9 lines with rhyming scheme of :

a a b a a b a a b

The ‘a‘ s here are all 5 syllables each and the ‘b‘ s have to be 2 syllables each (and rhyme with each other). The construction of the poem is referred to as Arbre Fourchu (forked tree) which is what it looks like when you complete it 🙂

Hope you enjoyed this interesting form, and let me know what you think!

Reference : www.poetsgarret.com 

Tree – Free Verse

I lean on you like a sturdy tree

Spreading your branches, envelop me

Tears wiped away with tender leaves

The more I struggle, the tighter you hold

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I fall asleep like a child under your shade

You never let light scorch my face

Harsh realities chased so far away

You whisper over and over that it will be okay

I don’t believe you, but I pretend anyway

Maybe it’ll be true sometime.. someday.