#quatern

[kwaderno84]

tanggap ko na nga ang aking katandaan at sadyang nagsulputan na ang mga panloob na kapinsalaan dahil doon...

kailangan nang baguhin na ang lahat sa akin...

[ohno-poetry]

We Are In Its Belly

The universe has eaten us.

We stare up at a starless sky,

And wonder when the lights were lost.

The blackness closes over us.

The whispers of dead angels say,

"The universe has eaten us.

Invite us in to sing with you."

We mime the words we do not know.

Then once alone, we contemplate,

The rib cage where the sky once lay;

The universe has eaten us.

The ocean boils and burns our lungs;

The tempest twists inside our chests;

A monsoon storm over our heads;

Our hopes and dreams have turned to dust;

The universe has eaten us.

[the-dreamer-poet]

— my poetry and my heart

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i write poems for the people

with hands that have long since held

greying fractions of my heart.

in my vault of memories,

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treasures of the heart, soul-thoughts;

careful hands curve to tuck

the memories of their smiles,

their touch, laughter, angel voice.

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this, because i forget wish

to long remember the sights:

their joy, discourage, their warmth;

a whole life sketch'd in my soul.

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every poem a self-wrought portrait

for the bearers of my heart;

my bearer sings a fae-song,

i dance under moonlit sky.

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inspired with "I write poems about everyone I kiss" by C.A. Singh

[balkaransidhu]

Q for Quatern

The Quatern is a French poetic form that incorporates the use of a refrain. It has 16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas). Each line is comprised of eight syllables. The first line of the poem is the refrain. In the second stanza, the refrain appears in the second line; in the third stanza, the third line and in the fourth stanza, the fourth (and final) line. There are no rules…

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[frayedcobweb]

Day 5 of my Year of Poetry

Year of Poetry Day 5. We went for a drive along the beach today just as the rain was filling the sky with mist, veiling Kapiti Island. A cold day in summer, and it inspired this Quatern (a French style of poem where the first line moves down a line each verse).

Day 5 – 5/1/20.

A grey day and the sky is crying The island hides behind her silken veil Any memory of summer fast is dying We hold to thoughts of warmth with no avail.

The wind howls in confusion A grey day and the sky is crying Yesterday’s sun was just a cruel illusion Winter’s heart in summer, mystifying.

Seagulls kiss the clouds, wheeling, flying On the breath of autumn caught aloft A grey day and the sky is crying The sun is shy, her clouded light is soft.

Huddled in our homes we think of sunbeams In our hearts we hold the heat, undying We walk the world of summer in our dreams A grey day and the sky is crying.

Tagging my taglist (and as usual, just message me if you would rather not be tagged in the daily poem)  @writingwordsanddrawingpictures @marewriteblr @intheeunder @aarrimas @thatchaoticneutraltrainwreck @igotfireforaheart-studyrecipe @vhum @cawolters @fourohfourlifenotfound

[nerdyshippergirlthings]

A Question

This unease that dwells within me;

What is it to love, do I know?

A feeling that eludes; leaves me,

envious of those in its glow.

It is a fear, primal and great,

this unease that dwells within me.

That life will pass by as I wait

to belong, feel what ought to be.

I flee from, yet desire greatly

an intimacy, contentment.

This unease that dwells within me

keeping me from its attainment.

What must I fix, what need I right?

So I may be allowed to meet,

that one person who will quiet

this unease that dwells within me.

[livaugusta]

four

we have never been far apart okay well maybe not never because after andy’s wedding we didn’t speak until zach died

his death made us be friends again we have never been far apart so that when we started talking it was like we had never stopped

now we laugh at each other’s jokes writing the punch lines together we have never been far apart when we’re making each other laugh

even though you live in cali distance doesn’t mean anything when we’ve got facebook messenger we have never been far apart

[batgovernor]

Using form: Quatern: Susan McLean, 'Cropped'

He doesn’t care for flowers or for fruit, so don’t implore him not to clip or prune the fig trees and camellias. His pursuit of geometric form makes him immune to luscious tastes and beauties others crave. He doesn’t care for flowers or for fruit, so once the buds appear, don’t try to save them from his trimmer. All your pleas are moot. He holds a tidy yard in high repute, a verdant symbol of his…

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