#terzanelle

[salovie]

You know what I’ve been thinking of?

My mind is tired. Can it be enough to

set the struggle aside and cling to love?

Your arms carry me through

every storm I must weather.

My mind is tired. Can it be enough to

wait for truth, if we do it together?

Can faith fight for me now? Can it calm

every storm I must weather?

Maybe simple kindness will be like a balm;

maybe some tenderness will be my release.

Can faith fight for me now? Can it calm

my striving soul and bring me peace?

Maybe to have you is more than enough.

Maybe some tenderness will be my release.

This week, this month, this year has been tough—

you know what I’ve been thinking of?

Maybe to have you is more than enough;

set the struggle aside and cling to love.

[linezandrhymez]

Blue and Gold (Terzanelle)

What’s good in this world is blue and gold What frightens us black and red The tell tale signs of the loving soul shows bright and bold

The perfect sky and sea wonderous to behold With words that are better left unsaid What’s good in this world is blue and gold

Under rigors that would make a better men fold Take for a fortnight or more to bed The tell tale sign of loving soul shows bright and bold

These are the days of which stories are told Filled with foreboding and dread The tell tale sign of a loving soul shows bright and bold

Bring warmth to darkness and cold Out of the abyss we are led What’s good in the world is blue and gold The tell tale sign of a loving soul shows bright and bold

#poem, #poetry, #Blue, #gold, #terzanelle,

Blue and Gold (Terzanelle)

[matildazq]

Write the Year 2023—Week 6: Frogger

This is the silly terzanelle of the frustrated knitter. No prompt, other than the three different things I am going to need to rip apart entirely. Title: Frogger WC: 111 The things before me seem to wait to be unraveled by these handsas though they might escape their fate in corners I describe as blindthey lounge. Expansive, they forgetthe fingers’ diligence entwined with nonsense agonies,…

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[writinginnorthnorfolk]

Coastal Terzanelle

The coastline has a rugged spine of cliff, its rocky ribs rising with every breath of wind and wave that shifts the distant skiff;

its feet stand firm and solid in the depth of salty water tugging at its bones to try and drag it to a salty death.

The tides have loosened roots and bits of stones like rotten teeth; they tumble to the beach with earth and marram, gravel, groans and moans.

At high…

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[suevincent]

Faraway ~ Lady Lee #writephoto If I could fly and be with you I’d do so without any grief Live beside each other like glue Remember the touch though just brief? So peaceful and so far away I’d do so without any grief Continue reading at Lady Lee Manila

[infinity----beyond]

Plea

This busted porch is where the children play

Laughin’ loud for all to hear

Countin’ on the stars for a better day

And to them I yell “Oh Dear!”

As they bruise their scrawny limbs

Laughin’ loud for all to hear

In the kitchen I sing a hymn

Cookin’ yams for the children to eat

As they bruise their scrawny limbs

I wish I was able to feed them more meat

But enough is hard to come by when you’re in need

Cookin’ yams for the children to eat

All of these wars have led to greed

I desire that one day my children will be free

But enough is hard to come by when you’re in need

Oh dear God please hear my plea!

This porch is where the children play

I desire that one day my children will be free

Countin’ on the stars for a better day

[thepregnantmyth]

#16.15

where there are sidewalks stained and systems wrecked reside citizens whose lives are prized above gunshots and bullets fired to protect a nation founded on racism instead of love amongst killer cops, angry protesters riot beside citizens whose lives are prized above they feed us bylines to get us to buy it misguided voices preaching All Lives Matter amongst killer cops, angry protesters riot black bodies bloodied, homes shatter neighborhoods divide and collide with hate while misguided voices preaching All Lives Matter hardly realize injustices done by the State twisted stories by living policemen who serve neighborhoods divided and collided with hate aim to kill, to hit a nerve where there are sidewalks stained and systems wrecked live twisted stories by policemen who serve gunshots and bullets fired to protect

[dcbrierton]

Terzanelle with cookies

The open doors, the hand-drawn signs: this is the house that Dacie built. Here we can let our cares unwind.

The kitchen where are often spilt chocolate, sugar, oatmeal, flour: this is the house that Dacie built.

Here you can find at any hour the oven full of cookie trays: chocolate, sugar, oatmeal, flour.

Groups of friends come by night or day to sit and talk, play games or bake, the oven full of cookie trays.

On Sunday morning we awake, (friends’ voices in the house; muffins and tea) to sit and talk, play games or bake.

Yes, cookies: but importantly, friends’ voices in the house; muffins and tea; the open doors; the hand-drawn signs. Here we can let our cares unwind.