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#ALS Weekly Poetry Contest 360 Title: One Morning I look up at the bronze-tinged rays of the Sun struggling to break Through the entwined arms of stately trees standing oblivious of time, They are, but a mute testimony to this

The Link’in Poem is an 11-line, stanzaic poem, built by using the last letter of each line as the first letter of the next line. The twist in the form is that, the first letter of the first line becomes the

Note: This story won first place in Penmancy’s #HarnessWriting Contest. The Aftermath I blinked in a desperate attempt to open my heavy eyelids. The drops of water sprinkled on me pierced like needles. I loved the cool, enigmatic darkness and

Still standing majestic over stretches of green lawn A silent testimony to the heartless ravages of time, Its careful makeup stripped, now replaced by grime, The old church, once a godly umbrella, is pathetically torn.   The kaleidoscopic light streaming

The following poetry takes the form of Christ-in-a-Rhyme. It deals with the theme of pain in love. The Christ-in-a-Rhyme, a shape poem of the spiriatual nature, was created by Christina R Jussaume on October 3, 2006, consists of five 3-lined stanza

  Poet’s note: I have tried the Pantoum poetry form. It hails from Malaysia. In this, the poet must repeat(almost) the second and fourth lines of one stanza as the first and third lines, respectively, in the next. Some poets

Based on lines from a Shakespearian Sonnet- FROM FAIREST CREATURE WE DESIRE INCREASE, THAT THEREBY BEAUTY ‘S ROSE MIGHT NEVER DIE” Nature’s myriad hues across boundless skies, Foster desires that are savoured with pride, Desires swell with oncoming tides of

When a river of agony spills out as tears And none to quell with a comforting word, Lines of worry drawn across my mind and soul Wish someone could erase it with a single stroke. My search grows feeble and

I thought I could never get my poem done Without adding some sanguine fun, Till I came across great poets, masters by birth Who wrote soulful verses, sometimes devoid of mirth.   The lasting impressions intensified into a lump in

What a wondrous sight we get to see! As the river gushes excitedly to meet the sea, Sometimes, it pauses to take in a waterfall And then flows unflinching over gorges and galls.   Meandering through grasslands and meads, Never