Rain forms and seagulls fly under the gray sky
Your soft sway my bowed neck and zeal I pray
Imagine the level scale, knelt by heavenly shade
I envy how delicate your stem is when you jade.
Icicles that shine in the sun are magical
In a crisp climate, I sensed your fear and apical
Your witty light subdued the moon's zone
As I briefly brace you, my real self atone.
Sunset views of the sign upon a twilight
What if we had never met or acquired insight
My lovely words for you to feel and deem
Since our soft strike, my trust could redeem.
Charm lessens with age, but deep love stays
Two halcyon souls desire connection and sway
Love is available to anyone with an ajar heart
The first sign of love is the onset of a sheer start.
Written: May 19, 2022
My lines might sound like a threnody
My rhymes might be un-prosody
My vocabs may not be bloody
My verses might be termed a "parody"
But as long as the situation is critical
My messages will always be clinical
Void of any form of sounding apical
Because my inspiration is always lyrical
I express my thoughts through my words
And connect the inner circles like chords
With inspiration from the Lord of Lord's
My pen and my thoughts are of one accord
#PoeticLord#
(c)June 2019
From the crystals’ broken of lights
Or dead link-the souls’ marines
By machine pip-out targeting apical
Snares by the roads —
Through of demolishing the tools that
Throve flats up for peace . . .
It took the leash by the saw
The gloss of the desert thy help
In confront, any wakeful dream up
Watchfully rolls been fielding —
By mindful fields, the gloss that regrets
Of course a soul it’s matter,
The hero-the weapon
In avail words of freedom
And carry it clearly over the esteem
By gloss of the desert!
In peace thou insures of earth.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.