Best Cento Poems

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
alone with the enduring Earth, and Night.
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
who wrestles with his...

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Choice flavours poise
Watch tone of voice


Pick and choose well
Each line now tells


Each man hooks fine
Squeeze each thought line


One by one move
Patchwork verse groove


Voice after voice
Set...

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True Love Cento 

There must be a million ways 
To say I love you
But these words will suffice for now 
Take all my loves, my...

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O ye dead Poets, who are living still
Within the circuit of this plodding life
For truly this game is well begun
Above the smoke and stir of...

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100 por cento

A vida e os negócios
 precisa do seu 100%.
 Você não pode compensar um fraco esforço hoje,
 dando 110% amanhã. 

Você nunca 
tem...

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(A Cento Poem) Title from Emily Dickinson

When swords were bright and steeds were prancing          	 Miniver...

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Don't wake me from the dream, if this is a dream
Throne we shall sit, when we celebrate life after scar
Alone in my sanity more or...

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Whose heart-strings are a lute
embalmed in their echoing songs! 
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute
at midnight, in the month of June.
A mystery, and a...

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(This is meant to be a cento, however PoetrySoup.com does not have that option, anyways please comment with your views on it.)

I'm useless, but not...

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three rhymed sestets written as a cento (see below) 	

PC       I muse, while the heaving waves of life are...

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Kingdoms of power are resolute, weathered by December rain.
In another time, home sweet home meant a realm arcane,
Mama hushed the wind while Daddy warned the...

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Made up of syllables, of numbered lines
Of imagery and rhyme
The many styles of poetry serve well
To fill my time

So many to appreciate
Those on which, we...

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I found John today.
John died yesterday. 

I read of John today.
I vibrate now to his pinch.

Somewhere by a poisoned river
a dead man was born...
Somewhere by...

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I wonder: would you make me your mistress
lost in a world of poetry under your wings
I’ll celebrate heaven's gift; more to me a tortured love
wretched...

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O que o consumidor quer

A economia da experiência comprova: 
Fazer negócios 
é um ato de amor.
Antes, a questão era descobrir se 
o consumidor precisava consumir.
Agora,...

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