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Archaism Poems - Poems about Archaism


Twenty Poetic Devices of My Woe
...My heart is an ebon swallowed night where nobody ever goes, raging in a recondite rift like ripples resounding in rueful repose. Should I release my woe with unfathomable though......

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Categories: archaism, poetry, sorrow,
Form: Couplet
Keep Right On Writing
...1 Would you say that you’d like to write better? 2 Keep writing whether book or love letter. 3 Great writers don’t quit, they write quite a lot. 4 If tempted to stop they simply did not 5......

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Categories: archaism, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Couplet



Litany of Poetic Devices
...The night peevished in silence Here on the grass I sit-but my heart stood I hear my tiny thought tingle It fluttered in my head like the wings of a bird But, will this peace that I seek find me? ......

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Categories: archaism, celebration,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member A Litany of Poetry Devices
...The truthful liar mesmerized no one Even his most fervent followers fell short. We watched his interchanges which seemed crazy, And his bragging and grandiose plans abort. His love seemed wrappe......

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Categories: archaism, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
O Baby, O Baby Come Back To Your Home
...A mother mourned, On teen daughter's note, Wrote before leaving home; "Hey mom! Am leaving your home; You don't understand, Our generation and our needs, Can't fit in your archaism mind"; ......

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Categories: archaism, depression, desire, family, teenage,
Form: Prose Poetry



Words and Poetry
...About Bill Posters and Bill Greenwell Words not to use in poems In 1993, I (Bill Greenwell) went on a three-day workshop with the poet Peter Sansom, who co-edits The North, and runs the Smith/D......

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Categories: archaism, education, poetry,
Form: I do not know?
Times Burden
...I am not too well, he felt. The flames chased him in charred landscape. Fighting over, he pondered about the crime within, the surge to find a nest hole. A wounded pride where the salmonella hits. ......

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Categories: archaism, art,
Form: ABC
Time's Burden
...I am not too well, he felt. The flames chased him in charred landscape. Fighting over, he pondered about the crime within, the surge to find a nest hole. A wounded pride where the salmonella ......

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Categories: archaism, art
Form: I do not know?

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