Best Groupings Poems
Gracefully gliding, reaching you in sky,
Chasing all notes on air in sublime rhyme,
With shining leotard, my wish is to fly.
I feel every rhythm from time to time,
The sweet smiles lift every spirit so high,
My magic fingers draw a paradigm.
Tiptoeing on the ice, so cold and dry,
Most chilled pirouette, impressive in sight,
Everyone wishes me for one more try.
“My picture”, I look wistfully in sigh,
I stand with shaking knees, my dance is wry.
Aug. 17,2013 11.05pm
by Leonora Galinta
Note:
Terza rima is a verse form composed of iambic tercets (three-line groupings). The rhyme scheme for this form of poetry is "aba bcb cdc, etc." The second line of each tercet sets the rhyme for the following tercet, and thus supplying the verse with a common thread, a way to link the stanzas.
My first terza rima poem. This poem was late for the contest with the theme, "Picture Perfect" so I entered it in the other contest.
Third Place
Contest: Metrical Verse
Judged: 9/20/2013
Sponsor: Poet Giorgio Veneto
Categories:
groupings, art, childhood, nostalgia,
Form:
Terza Rima
imagery, nature, sun, water, wind, word play
The mountains speak out
From under clouds soaring high
Light strikes down below!
Mountain ridges stick out
Crags and crevices shadow deep
Cloud cover adds frost!
Billowing white clouds
Rearrange themselves in groupings
Formatting anew!
The sun’s reflection
Sparkling the rolling wave tips
Sent by the strong breezes!
Categories:
groupings, imagery, nature, sun, water,
Form:
Haiku
Feather to feather on a branch, this early winter morning,
Are they planning outings for the day or of grave dangers warning?
A predator comes swooping by, a red-tailed hawk in plunder.
As of one mind they fly away, not one is pulled asunder.
These are the winter birds that stay, to face the stormy weather.
They mind the rules of Nature and no one asks why or whether.
The ice and snow, the winds that blow, they do not stop to measure.
For what could be one bird's nothing, could be another's treasure.
The springtime finds them once again, assembled in large groupings.
They know a single bird can be endangered by hawk's swoopings.
The over-powering scents of spring, assault them from the orchard.
The butterflies and bumblebees are courting in the courtyard.
The apple tree is leafing out and showing her pink buddings.
The robin is digging in the mud and making her worm puddings.
My own body is a tingle at the sounds and smells and scents.
A bunny with his ears attuned, keeps watching through the fence.
When summer comes, life has progressed. Among the leaves, nests hidden.
Many a chastened crow has learned that to rob one is forbidden.
Mama and Papa Swallow have filled the needs of their first hatch.
They're teaching them to fly now, to make room for another batch.
The summer flowers are in full bloom, each vying with another
To tell the nectar searching bees, they're better than the other.
The bright red of tall lilies and my roses of red hues
Urge me to plant my gardens with some yellows, greens and blues.
At last in fall, time to relax and talk about the summer.
That Robin's eggs refused to hatch, they agree was a real bummer.
They're gathered now, in larger groups, to leave for other places.
The birds that stay, send them away with wonder on their faces.
A riotous bloom of dahlias grow where other flowers have faded.
The last blooms of summer roses are looking quite outdated.
The snow of winter soon will come to cover up my garden,
But hardy plants will live through snow, fall gave them chance to harden.
3/15/14
Categories:
groupings, seasons,
Form:
Couplet
White cars stationary on their roofs blocking rural arteries whilst severing others
Unexpected loss of vertical hold and bodily functions frozen in the failing headlights
Beautiful greenery ablaze, beside the twisted wreckage of man.
A movement shakes away broken glass and the tarmac writhes free of the terrible pictures
Running on the wide screen’s of my mind. Dripping petrol explosions and decapitation,
Gruesome pictures I dreamt up while reality passed the windscreen and
I, I sat there screaming inside.
Luminous blue and an echoing voice rouse me from that dangerous moment,
The phone weighs in once again in my hand. I’m rambling, or worse, but I get the message out
And the comfort of my task ends with the depressed red button as
The door clicks open
A familiar face brings mind of the other and I’m out into the cold darkness
Stepping slowly toward a nightmare vision that grew up in the dusk
I find her and for a second we’re back laughing and smiling. Over her shoulder I see
The groupings of people that sprung up from hedgerows, their halogen shadows
Merged with the darkness of the incident. The car is much too white.
Too strange an angle, yet there they sit
Tingling on the verge of the roaring tributary
And casually stemming the tide
Categories:
groupings, confusion, death, loss, people,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Crisp grasses reflect ghost-white;
Ethereal shafts of moonlight.
Tenebrous shifting shadows;
Declivity of dolerite rows.
A lonely spirit roams freely —
A fresh headstone in the lee.
POET'S NOTE
When written in English, sijo may be written in six lines, with each line containing two syllable groupings instead of four. This arrangement was exploited by the modern sijo poet, Kim Unsong, who introduced end-rhymes to the couplets.
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dolerite: It is a hard stone akin to shale. It caps many low hills, which have a base of sandstone. This lends a flat top appearance to the hills. It is a common feature in the Great Karoo area of South Africa. Diabase is the preferred name in North America.
tenebrous: dark
Categories:
groupings, africa, analogy,
Form:
Sijo
Playing with Forms while Breaking the Norms
Debuncking it
Slam duncking it
Saying “the old is gold”
ain’t nothing but junking it
“new is true blue” is cool a way of funking it
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To argue that there is one better form
is to express your preference for a norm
Yet free expression is the soul’s delight
It matters not if it’s considered “right”!
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Various garments
Beautify the human form~~
Poems follow suit
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To copy well the Bard, this verse I write
Pentameter delight in every line
For poems come to life in rhythmic bursts
A soul can truly thrive in metered bliss
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People are perplexed about poetic perfection:
forms frustrate!
Lauding laureates,
each writer rightly responds
To testimony of time
from past to present
The wonder of words defies
Limitations! Configurations! Stipulations!
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I write because if I don’t
I’ll die
My little words
My little rhymes
in no way profound
flutter about forlorn
waiting to be welcomed in
to find a home
in some welcoming heart,
my grief and pain
my joy and laughter
will resonate
will live
will be treasured
I write what I please
my melancholy muse, I amuse
Afflatus caressed
I express
the many lives I live
and in my lines
in my little groupings of thoughts
I am free
Unbound….
I am me
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
groupings, poetry,
Form:
the softness of her osculating,
doth set my mind ablaze!
my blood doth boil, percolating.
my thoughts, do me amaze!
nigh on a half of a century,
perambulated, true loves maze!
finding niches, O yes, aplenty!
culdesacs, joy, momentarily bliss!
her eyes begged, but patiently.
every chance we did take a kiss,
knowing that mazes can be solved,
hoping that the exit we would miss.
true loves maze passionately involved
three children, true loves maze resolved.
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Poetry Definition of Terza Rima
Terza rima is a verse form composed of iambic tercets (three-line groupings). The rhyme scheme for this form of poetry is "aba bcb cdc, etc." The second line of each tercet sets the rhyme for the following tercet and thus supplying the verse with a common thread, a way to link the stanzas. The only time the form changes is at the conclusion of the poem, where the terza rima ends with either a single line or couplet repeating the rhyme of the middle line of the final tercet (like d or dd). There is no limit to the number of lines, (tercets), in terza rime.
Added as the majority of exceptionally good poetry found listed under Terza Rima, don't conform. I hasten to add that I mention this for the sake of aspiring poets who would probably think its okay to classify un rhyming tercets plus a missing last line/couplet as T.R's, or am I missing something? The link, as can be seen, will take one to the PoetrySoup dictionary defining the form.
href='https://www.poetrysoup.com/dictionary/terza_rima
Categories:
groupings, love, marriage, true love,
Form:
Terza Rima
A highway to heaven
They who created him above
Claim to have
Despite their hands
Washed in the blood of all who oppose
Their reverential unchanging dogma
Centuries of blinding
Those that willingly believe
Has embolden those that
Profess to know the
Secrets of life and of eternity
How loud they cry of the holiness of
God’s divinity
They denounce all but
The complex mutually exclusive tenets
They forcefully expound
Up on high is salvation
One usually starts the journey
After languishing in a grave
No one has yet returned
To tell tales of nirvana above
You must believe what your senses say
Is definitely untrue
If you do not it’s the inquisition for you
Giving two fingers to
The creed of live as you will
Those that have a control streak
Lambast any wavy interpretation
Of life on this earth
We must cherish our individuality
Groupings abound
But you must never forget
To ask – what about me ?
Religion is a celebration
Of our living on this earth
We should celebrate him above
And not dogma
Preached with bellicose sentimentality
Clues in nature suggest a powerful
Presence among us
A seed encapsulates the wonders
That his might can achieve
A tree is his gift to us he loves
Rods of insensitive philosophy
That the tenets of faith expound
Show humanity as its most brutal
Why cant we just be at peace
And not be harassed by religiosity
When a man needs another to know his maker
He can easily be fooled
No active intelligence is needed
Nor access to a creed
To know him
That fulfils our needs
God is love
Hope gives peace
Kindness and fraternity is to be cherished
Love your brother
No matter what his faith
Categories:
groupings, bible, god, religion, religious,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The end of the world what would that be
the fall of a star, the rise of the sea?
Perhaps, all the better, for other than we,
if mankind was dismissed by Higher decree.
The fall of a star, the rise of the sea
These things have happened before surely.
There was a sorting, a winnowing of we,
As well as the plants and the animals free.
Perhaps, all the better, for other than we
The graceful dolphin may they long sortie
When the Earth is water they’ll be jamboree.
These kind hearted creatures a new Pharisee.
If mankind was dismissed by Higher decree
Would we all be above and fly fancy-free?
No one knows, no matter, we can disagree
In the end, the Earth’s fate is not up to we.
*Monorhyme layed out in quatrains with the first 4 lines
forming the first line of the last 3 groupings of 4.
Categories:
groupings, faith, family, hope
Form:
Monorhyme
Sands of time, a world sublime
This unforgiving life
Try you may, and though you pray
The pain cuts like a knife
Easier each day, or so they say
Time will heal the saying goes
Tightening rope, losing hope
Despair that no one knows
Wish for good, misunderstood
How could things get worse
Strength diminished, patience finished
Your suffering destiny's curse
Thinking negative, no more to give
Live each day as it's your last
If you were gone, they would go on
Left with memories of the past
Gone but not forgotten, begotten
A shame things turned out this way
When in need, a friend indeed
Came to save the day
Others too busy, drama makes you dizzy
They live their life the same
Should be so glad, their life isn't this sad
And who should carry now the blame
~~~Triquatrain~~~
The Triquatrain form was created by Robert L. Huntsman. It is a quatrain poem in tri-rhyme
with a specific rhyming pattern (see below). Lines 1 and 3 have internal rhyme whereas lines
2
and 4 do not.
Rhyme Pattern:
(a,a)
b
(c,c)
b
(d,d)
e
(f,f)
e
(g,g)
h
(i,i)
h
. . . and so on.
The groupings in the parenthesis are on one line separated by a comma. This poem can be
of
any length or subject and does not require perfect meter.
Categories:
groupings, depressionlife,
Form:
Quatrain
The fake isolation of the island insinuated the fostering of remnants;
remnants of religious fervor, close knit seafaring families, and rugged farmers;
remnants of power past and present.
A fog shrouded canvass awaits the onslaught of August revelry.
And, where widows walked the peeks of robber barons manses, the elementals now play.
Tomato red fire trucks ring the seaside green. Throngs of , oh so, polite W.A.S.P.S
and multicultural couples dot the lawn in precise groupings.
The squeal of stroller strapped toddlers echo across ocean
and down alleyways lined with painted ladies
Gay blades and saucy sisters saunter unharassed through the crowds of young families.
Prosperously retirees with salt and pepper hair in pink and green golf shirts line the porches
of the gingerbread homes ringing the green.
In the gazebo a brass band plays John Phillip Souza and closes by belting out
the American anthem, after dark, no flag wave, yet random patriots stand.
Their forms silhouette upon the gray fog like their intentions
mocking the holiday aire with their reminder of war….
those raging on in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan.
and fade with the crowds roar to “Sit down your blocking the view!”
And as the elite, and privileged meet and greet chatting in wonder over the multiple sightings
of airforce one choppers and past President Clinton.
The three times the worlds average wage is spent on FIREWORKS, frivolously,
for the entertainment of the richest citizens of the planet. God Blessed America.
Categories:
groupings, education, holiday, introspection, people,
Form:
Narrative
In the sheltered shadows of dreams:
boundaries and limitations are nonexistent.
Imagination liquefies the ebony of space,
as sleeping spirits swim amongst the stars.
And immersed in a sea of quietude,
Silence suppresses sound,
amplifying the murmurs of muffled thoughts.
And your pen leaks ink, leaving a trail
of dribbles down the face of time
that lands upon a thought,
somewhere in your subconscious mind.
Dodging distractions,
and avoiding the perils of indifference;
feelings freed from reality,
soon start to roam.
And a plethora of poetic musings
morph into verses and stanzas;
as vowels and consonants stand shoulder to shoulder
culminating in groupings of witty words.
And suddenly awake, an outpouring
of creativity and talent
that your muse gleaned from your heart and soul;
bleeds onto the page, and a poem takes form.
Categories:
groupings, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Reds, golds, and umbers
The trees all have shades of these
When Autumn does start
A lovely display they are
Smart groupings of radiance
Russell Sivey
Categories:
groupings, life, seasons, autumn,
Form:
Tanka
Encased in a box
Clawing, Screaming, petrified
"Focus on what's good..."
Light growing inside
planting seeds in my garden
drowning out evil
Mineralized wood
sparkling gemstone colors
standing tall and strong
In the darkness, calls
delusions, tangled theories
twisted processes
Presenting half-truths
mangled behind closed curtains
devil's alchemy
Thoughts as fireflies
exploration commences
purge the corruption
Garden of gemstones
seeds planted into wood's cracks
luminous facets
Patrolling in groupings
revealing machinations
always on guard here
Devoured corpses shown
skeletons of last battle
must keep on going
Drive out the madness
cultivated sufferings
weeds plucked from the roots
Categories:
groupings, christian, fantasy, growth, imagery,
Form:
Haiku
Why does Congress still have a Black Caucus?
Do we still need the N.A.A. C. P.?
Congress says we are all equal
The law says that everyone’s free
We would never allow a White Caucus
Although white is a minority
They can’t pursue unequal advancements
Though discrimination there be
So let’s drop these race focused groupings
Let’s put race issues back on the shelf
Let’s act like we really are equals
And let everyone fend for themselves!
Mdailey 8/1/11
Categories:
groupings, social, race,
Form:
Rhyme