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Blinking Nose Nov 2016
I burned in a tempest
When I met you, by the sea
Nine wild months ago
I give life to misery
Now, as I love you no more
Andrew Lees Oct 2016
Eyes left wide, for
Now I've seen
The vanguard of my fevered dreams and

Jungle cats pace in my brain.
Paws alight, their
Claws aflame

And sinews
Incandescent white--
Seamless, green, their glowing eyes

Constellate where shadows heap.
Enough! My skull,
The marrow creaks...

What hells we weave
Through. Bitter dreams,
Awake, asleep or caught between.
One of my favourite forms is triplets, with a syllable count of 4/4/8 (or thereabouts). In this piece, I tried inverting every second stanza: 4/4/8, 8/4/4 et al. I think the inversion worked, it provides a nice visual and metric link between each stanza and lends the piece improved flow. It's a worthwhile device I'll definitely be exploring further in upcoming pieces.
Andrew Lees Oct 2016
My fingers close on nothing more
Or less than what was there before,

But what is now was meant to be.
This heart will starve in reverie.

So to the next, whichever path
This river takes, what's past is past,

What's next is next... but now is mine--
My gift to me, all bound in twine

And velvet drape. The water's still.
Shall I leap? I think I will.
Andrew Lees Sep 2016
Sorrows pinned upon the breeze
Delight in flight, as might the leaves
Stern autumn plucked from summer's sleeve
Gladly dancing death's reprieve.
Inspired by the work of Emily Dickinson
Àŧùl Sep 2016
My ex-girlfriend used to wake up scared,
More than often it had happened.
She used to tell about her nightmares,
She was really explicit about the dreams.
Oh yes, I remember each and every thing.
I remember when she told me about one,
I often sensed her strong interest in it.
More I deduced so after it is over,
My ex-girlfriend was a nymphomaniac.
Japanese Lantern Form
Concrete Poetry
HP Poem #1144
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
The day I met you,
'Twas not a regular one,
Such days are so few,
It was a special day.

'Twas not a regular one,
That day was new,
Sweeter I saw none,
For I had seen you.

Such days are so few,
Happy days are so rare,
But my days are new,
Might shine my future.

It was a special day,
Truer than the God,
Now you won't say,
I had fallen for you.
A modified quadrilew attempted.

Created by C. G. V. Lewis, the Quadrilew is a form of quatrain poem with an abab rhyming scheme, repeating lines, and contains an alternating syllable structure.

In the first verse, the poet may either start with a five or six syllable line. If the choice is five then the 'sounding' syllable count is (and opposite if the count is six):

VERSE ONE,
Line 1, 5 syllables.
Line 2, 6 syllables.
Line 3, 5 syllables.
Line 4, 6 syllables.

VERSE TWO,
Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 2 of the FIRST verse) has 6 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 5 syllables
Line 3 new line of 6 syllables
Line 4 new line of 5 syllables.

VERSE THREE,
Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 3 of the first verse) has 5 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 6 syllables.
Line 3 new line of 5 syllables.
Line 4 new line of 6 syllables.

VERSE FOUR,
Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 4 of the first verse) has 6 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 5 syllables.
Line 3 new line of 6 syllables.
Line 4 new line of 5 syllables.

If the first line of verse one has 6 syllables then the pattern is
Verse 1, 6565,
Verse 2, 5656,
Verse 3, 6565,
Verse 4, 5656.
(The rhyme pattern still largely being abab.)

My HP Poem #1130
©Atul Kaushal
Debra Lea Ryan Sep 2016
First I  Imagine
Then I Explore
Work It Till
I Create Form

DLR
08/09/2016
Styles Sep 2016
Maybe I've been wrong beyond reason.
Maybe I've been hurt beyond pain.
Maybe I've loved beyond selfishly.
Maybe we are the just the same.
Maybe I'm afraid of real love.
Maybe this is just at a game.
Maybe this is a sad poem.
Maybe its all the same.
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