Category Archive: poetry

Ronovan Writes Décima Prompt : R-Evolution

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Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 50: (DANCE) in the D rhyme line. 10 lines of poetrythat rhyme. 8 syllables per line. There is a SET RHYMING PATTERN:  ABBAACCDDC OR  two stanzas of ABBA/ACCDDC. If you… Continue reading

Ronovan Writes Décima & Haiku poetry challenge :

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DÉCIMA: 10 lines of poetry that rhyme. 8 syllables per line.   SET RHYMING PATTERN: ABBAACCDDC OR  two stanzas of ABBA/ACCDDC. THE CHALLENGE WORD:  (CONTRAST) in the A rhyme line. HAIKU:  3 lines.  5 syllables in the… Continue reading

Ronovan Writes poetry challenges: Décima : Gift. Haiku : Foolish.

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THE QUICK DESCRIPTION OF HOW TO WRITE A DÉCIMA: There are 10 lines of poetry that rhyme. 8 syllables per line. There is a SET RHYMING PATTERN we must stick to. ABBAACCDDC OR  two stanzas of ABBA/ACCDDC. Décima … Continue reading

RONOVAN WRITES poetry Challenge : Stable.

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This week’s RONOVAN WRITES poetry Challenge. You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (GRACE and Slip), and the Décima word STABLE. Décima:  The rhyming pattern is abbaaccddc with… Continue reading

Ronovan Writes Poetry Challenge : Decima & Haiku

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Décima  (8 syllables, 10 lines, rhyme pattern: abbaaccddc) Today’s Décima challenge is the word BLIND.  This word must be one of the C line words. Then the other C line(s) word(s) must rhyme with BLIND. Haiku   (5 – 7 –… Continue reading

Ronovan Writes poetry challenge : Decima

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Ronovan has a new challenge today, so I’m trying it out for size. The Traditional Décima Poem: Décima poetry is a 10 line stanza with 8 syllables per line. The rhyming pattern is abbaaccddc. Using… Continue reading

#writephoto prompt : Silver

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  Silver is the color of ruined dreams. Shining granite hills carved to make a road. Taking love for granted, unable to understand why our silver candelabras were shattered by step-children angry at… Continue reading

Ballade

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I reach for a thought that melts away …snow falling outside a sliding glass door …children playing in white too bright for my mind.  Only shadows remain. She looks into my camera, her… Continue reading

Twisted

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Once, I wrote poetry, the black cat part of me. Once, I flew on airplanes, until they gave me migraines. Once upon a time I believed in ever after but no prince proved… Continue reading

The trustlessness Dagger

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You know my deepest secret. Will my trust in you become another wound inside a sorrowful soul? Too many betrayals, a wall of regrets. How many scars until I say: No more.  … Continue reading