Tag Archive: poem

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

Yet another non-profound saying

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  Seek what you cannot perceive, strive to learn what you cannot know. For the spark of knowledge to ignite, curiosity must grow. — Joelle LeGendre

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

Words to caress #poetry

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  Poetry has to fill me with the song of a forgotten love, a warm scent of ocean, his long goodbye.   Poetry has to touch me, opening a gateway into moments when… Continue reading

Today

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Today What is today? I wish to live. What is life? Have I conquered? What am I fighting? Have I prevailed? No body, no life. Why do we strive to achieve? For after… Continue reading

Fractionals

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  Do stars mirror infinity? Fractions or fractals creating a never-ending image? You are here…or are you?     Do I exist for a second of time in one universe, an eon in another… Continue reading

Lately, in my dreams

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I live the nightmares dense with reality. On the computer,              but my fingers cannot touch the keys. Trying to read the screen          … Continue reading

Poet’s block?

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The occasional poet wanders a barren hallway searching rooms…finding  walls white, without…without mirrors, beds, elegance. . Eyes open, curling cats sleep away their meals as I starve within desolate white walls, searching for… Continue reading