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Her beauty is beyond compare
so I shall not try. For what good
allude to skin as rosy fair
when, truth, reality is food
to make the grandest glutton kneel.
I speak, instead, of what I feel -
her hand in mine, the moon above -
for this one night, I speak of love.
so I shall not try. For what good
allude to skin as rosy fair
when, truth, reality is food
to make the grandest glutton kneel.
I speak, instead, of what I feel -
her hand in mine, the moon above -
for this one night, I speak of love.
Literature
Hollow
No dreams, feelings or death,
No love, hate, or anything left.
I will remember the call of the grave
It always greets me at the end of the day.
I was but a mage, now a shell,
Hailing from Londor, destined for hell.
Walking the path until it ends
Losing my souls, making amends.
Then struck by the curse, calling for help
Staring at the growing darkness I felt.
Still I am clutching on to the last bit of hope
But the fire fades forevermore...
Feels like even time came to a halt
For I know what it is like to possess a hollow heart.
Inane philyra
Literature
poem iv
That little bonus
of my heart on your chest
makes me seem less forgotten
fractured, unspoken
yet I keep dreaming wide awake
of your head resting upon my breast
and my shallow breath
worrisome as we wait
for light leaks in photo trays
of grey cloud engulfed skies
yet all I can see
are cold cracked windows
on damp walls, written in mandarin
as rain bounces off of floors
in the empty gardens of shame
I'm shielded by soot covered wings
wishing for whispers
sweet nothings from a dove tree
I fear dreaming a dream
where I lose it all
Literature
-
i fade with
stilted shots, the audience
waits for me. choking. oh god
how could this happen
with my throat
twisted up
and my head bound tight
in ropes i'm not sure i want to
untie? snap my brittle
wrists. i'm losing again,
numbers scaling down to a
place i should not be.
a parasite is swallowing
my energy. tests are negative.
i breathe.
--
just as i drift
into
pale, fading sleep,
his fingernails
claw through
the
material of
my skull.
i don't know who he is but i remember
the wooden floor beneath me
the length of my hair
catching under my back
as i struggle
and
how it felt when he
left me on the floor,
limp
tear stre
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Form: Rispetto
A rispetto is composed of two quatrains of either tetra- or pentameter or a single stanza of 8 hendecasyllabic (11-syllable) lines. The rhyming scheme is generally ababccdd.
This is dedicated to ~Lahtiirah for our anniversary and for the fact that she is the only woman on this earth who can leave me tongue-tied without the slightest effort.
I took inspiration for extending thoughts across lines from ~williamszm and his phenomenal poem Orpheus. You should check it out.
This is my first submission for the December Form Challenge from #ProjectDFC. You can read the rest of my entries here.
A rispetto is composed of two quatrains of either tetra- or pentameter or a single stanza of 8 hendecasyllabic (11-syllable) lines. The rhyming scheme is generally ababccdd.
This is dedicated to ~Lahtiirah for our anniversary and for the fact that she is the only woman on this earth who can leave me tongue-tied without the slightest effort.
I took inspiration for extending thoughts across lines from ~williamszm and his phenomenal poem Orpheus. You should check it out.
This is my first submission for the December Form Challenge from #ProjectDFC. You can read the rest of my entries here.
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Under normal circumstances I'm not a big fan of rhyming poetry. I would rather explore my limits in finding other methods of construct and expand my horizons as to what poetry can be. But I rather enjoy this piece. I enjoy the flow and the rhyme seems oddly fitting. I think I enjoy it more because you are paying attention to actual conventions instead of merely having two lines sound the same 
. Regardless, I found it pleasant, like I had the pleasure of snatching a moment from someone's life and been granted with experiencing it's beauty. Thanks for that.
. Regardless, I found it pleasant, like I had the pleasure of snatching a moment from someone's life and been granted with experiencing it's beauty. Thanks for that.