With a gentle hand, Father lead
Our mass of inexperience—
Humbled, childish human in need.
With a gentle hand, Father lead
Along gravel tracks, who's pitied
Our paucity injurious.
With a gentle hand, Father lead
Our mass of inexperience.
More than a pet, Raja is our sweet child.
He fills all family hearts with true joy.
His luxurious fur is softly styled.
More than a pet, Raja is our sweet child.
A true sidekick, his help may get me riled.
Our love keeps growing for our sweet boy.
More than a pet, Raja is our sweet child.
He fills all family hearts with true joy
Wherever we are Raja wants to be.
He is quite verbal and smart as a whip.
Our family life is his true glee.
Wherever we are Raja wants to be.
Being a cat is truth he cannot see.
Raja heels so no problems on a trip.
Wherever we are Raja wants to be.
He is quite verbal and smart as a whip.
Trash talk transformed into love bombs.
You’ve got a nickname, it’s Sly boots.
Knowing what’s real instantly calms,
trash talk transformed into love bombs.
I’m not flexible like those palms.
Bending to you, I lost my roots.
Trash talk transformed into love bombs.
You’ve got a nickname, it’s Sly boots.
When I think of you I break into a smile
for the many warm memories we’ve shared.
We’ve walked side by side mile after mile.
When I think of you I break into a smile,
your heart’s never once been tainted by guile.
We cared and loved as deeply as we dared.
When I think of you I break into a smile
for the many warm memories we’ve shared.
AP: 1st place 2025
Some folks believe, "All things are true."
And darkness can alloy with light
Though sun arise, and skies shine blue
Some folks believe, "All things are true."
To Logos thence they bid adieu
Let now with good the bad unite
Some folks believe, "All things are true."
And darkness can alloy with light
I walked in and was blindsided,
your racing pulse I had to steal.
With the first glance fate decided,
I walked in and was blindsided.
Crazy train of thoughts misguided
this love to me seemed so unreal.
I walked in and was blindsided,
your racing pulse I had to steal.
When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
He, who was once Saul of Tarsus,
When on the road to Damascus,
Hearkened to the call of Jesus.
Blinded by heavenly lustre,
When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
I, who seek hearts, knock at the door.
I AM that light, foretold of yore.
My blood-soaked cross heals darkness sore.
Shun your ire, abandon peril.
I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
Stricken with cecity, he prayed.
Waves of angst, orations would quell.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
In his dread, Paul's better angels
Had encamped; toward love, he swayed.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
Stricken with cecity, he prayed.
That moon by romancing is made,
I never know what people do.
But its love light has picked your face.
That moon by romancing is made,
Sets my fingertips to the day —
A night that's between me and you
That moon by romancing is made.
I never know what people do.
I have not heard many summer birds
My summer time is spent indoor
Reading books and sweet gifts of words
I have not heard many summer birds
To know more of doing my best bids
To write informative pages for sure
I have not heard many summer birds
My summer time is spent indoor
Palms touché in clarity.
God’s touched by intercession.
Lips proofed in sincerity.
Palms touché in clarity.
God applauds your charity.
Be thankful in concession.
Palms touché in clarity.
God’s touched by intercession.
Warm summer days fly by so fast,
cool weather’s lurking in the wings.
School holidays they never last,
warm summer days fly by so fast
Dead foliage will soon whizz past -
“Those Autumn Leaves” my grandma sings!
Warm summer days fly by so fast,
cool weather’s lurking in the wings.
Half past summer, two months till fall
Leaves are still green, sun shining bold
Flowers still bloom, and birds still call
Half past summer, two months till fall
Visions of Fall, dressed in her shawl
Her breath swirls the leaves, turns them gold
Half past summer, two months till fall
Leaves are still green, sun shining bold
Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter
****************************************************************
Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall
Half summer gone, half way to fall
Amidst perfumed scents in the air
The year`s longest day is on call,
Half summer gone, half way to fall
With a feel of joy everywhere
That holds everyone on a thrall,
Half summer gone, half way to fall
Amidst perfumed scents in the air.
" Summer's my favorite, I suppose. I am not looking forward to Fall at all"
The Poet.
Summer, my favorite perhaps.
Foam squishes between all my toes.
Feet tingle, warm sand, water laps.
Summer, my favorite perhaps.
The beach in summer, heat enwraps.
Summer half over soon it goes.
Summer, my favorite perhaps.
Foam squishes between all my toes.
Summer not gone, starting showers.
Summer outgoing : Next to greet Fall :
Rainy environ embowers.
Summer not gone, starting showers.
Moistened now, fields, plants and flowers.
Dull cloudy weather over all.
Summer not gone, starting showers.
Summer outgoing : Next to greet Fall.
Specific Types of Triolet Poems
Read wonderful triolet poetry on the following sub-topics:
art, animals, christmas, death, dog, family, flowers, food, friendship, funny, halloween, kids, life, love, music, nature, nursery, parents, school, spring, sports, war, winter
and more.
Definition | What is Triolet in Poetry?