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A Simple Love
no grand romantic gestures, violins playing, red roses
from you
no heart-shaped box of milky chocolate or card sent
to me
this day is meant for simpler things
a smile
our favorite “oldies”on the radio
can take
us back to the beginning of this love affair that stole
my heart
–
Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.
Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.
Have you seen the cat
It may have been the stomping kids that scared her –
hiding
Or the loud bang of a breaking balloon –
small bits
That sent her running for a place of quiet –
of peace
Waiting until all children are asleep with dreams of play –
to share
Before she cautiously climbs out from behind the couch to sit –
with you
—
Poetic Bloomings – PROMPT #324 – JUST ONE WORD
On the Bench at Night
I sit as still as a human can –
patient
The sun has set and dusk has settled –
quiet
I try to match my breath to the gentle breeze–
calmly
Small creatures emerge from daylight hiding places –
searching
and my heart sends out a quiet message –
for you
(I changed one word of Walt Whitman’s title, On the Beach at Night, for this prompt)
Here’s another example of the form
Building a Snowman
They waited for the world to turn white –
frozen
Rolled balls of snow, bigger and bigger –
child-size
Broken twigs from the apple tree for arms, two hands –
mittens
He stood, smiling his pebble smile, until the warm sun appeared –
dripping
Then slowly disappeared, until only a memory remained –
stories
—
I may have created a new poetic form!
Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately
d’Verse Poets Pub -MTB: endings / beginnings
Only a Dream
She dreamed of leading a big marching band,
With a shiny baton twirling in her small hands
She didn’t want drums or a horn she could toot,
instead she asked Santa for majorette boots
The white leather ones with bright tassels of red.
They’re the pair she envisioned at night, in her bed.
So she went to bed early, this good little girl,
Pulled her blanket way up so it covered her curls.
She kept her eyes closed when wind started to blow,
the rooftops and bushes soon were covered with snow.
The best winter night for dear Santa to bring
the boots that she wanted more than anything
But her letter to Santa must have lacked clear instruction.
The boots under the tree were a felt reproduction.
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #118: In the Inglenook
Waiting for Santa
She fell asleep beside the slowly dying embers
and dreamt of warmer climes, sunny skies.
She only meant to rest a while, hidden in the shadow
of the inglenook, until the clocked chimed midnight
when Santa would return home to grant her Christmas wish.
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: travels in the wild
Haiku
(about a squirrel hunting in the mountains)
–
peaks covered in Oaks
squirrel hunting in the mountains
has found Nirvana
dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides
—
A Place to Shine
Stars grew weary of the day.
They twinkled their hardest and
still could not outshine the bully Sun.
They danced and sparkled until
some burnt themselves out,
some collapsed. The gentle
Moon opened its arms wide and
beckoned to them, “Come, abide with me.”
dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides
—
A Place to Shine
Stars grew weary of the day.
They twinkled their hardest and
still could not outshine the bully Sun.
They danced and sparkled until
some burnt themselves out,
some collapsed. The gentle
Moon opened its arms wide and
beckoned to them, “Come, abide with me.”
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Stars that count
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Seeking Merope
Somewhere hidden in darkness
she waits for her chance to glow.
Seductive and pulsing her
shine is covered with dusty
silken robes of jealousy.
Sisters who fear her brightness
secret her away in shame.
d’Verse Poets Pub – MTB: Jisei (Japanese Death Poems)
Jisei haiku
empty garden bench
covered with ragged brown leaves
forever lifeless
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