Fox Septet is a 13-line poem. Here are the rules to craft this poetic form. 13 line, 1 stanza The lines must be non-rhyming First line and the last line have to be identical Syllable count: 3 5 7 9
Read More »Fox Septet is a 13-line poem. Here are the rules to craft this poetic form. 13 line, 1 stanza The lines must be non-rhyming First line and the last line have to be identical Syllable count: 3 5 7 9
Read More »Lai is a French form and has the following features: 9 line, one stanza This style follows the following rhyme scheme: a a b a a b a a b All a lines have 5 syllables; all b lines have 2 syllables. Here’s my
Read More »Ekphrastic poetry is a verbal description of visual art. Using vivid imagery, these poems interpret, reflect, imagine, and ‘speak out’ the story behind the art through deep observation. This poem is a humble attempt to describe the scene. ART CHOSEN
Read More »My fingernails dug into my palms but I felt no pain. The grey clouds thundered a warning and closed in to stop my retreating limbs, in vain. I dragged my weathered suitcase down the clean cobblestone driveway, each step slow
Read More »A reverse poem is a poem written in such a way that two opposite meanings can be drawn from the text, depending on whether you read the poem line by line from the top-down, or the bottom-up. For example: 1.
Read More »Blackout poetry is a form of found poetry where the poet takes a text and removes words from it, creating a new text through this act of destruction. It can be done to any text: children’s books, paperbacks, academic papers,
Read More »The tautogram is best explained by its Greek root words of “tauto” meaning “the same” and “gramma” meaning “letter.” Basically, all words in the poem begin with the same letter. Here’s my poem on this poetic style: Whispering winding woods
Read More »Frozen lashes prick On wakeful nights without you Love wreathed in hollies. Spring serenade flows Hapless heart twitches in vain Warm tears trickle slow. Stubborn summer spike Threatens to deice numb nerves, Birdsongs calm no more. Ah!
Read More »My journey begins home Gathering faint beats of a scarred heart, Shuttered smiles that barely crease The portentous halo lifts in surprise. Outfit tattered, yet dignity intact My journey begins home, On obscure paths lit by acceptance Spongy shoulders
Read More »Cloaked in gray, o’er the lit screen, sits my teenage brat, The ‘literati’, unmoved by stink of dead rat, In vain, I wrap my thoughts to know what he’s at. Nonplussed, broom and I barge in for a sanguine start
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