Best Hadst Poems

Death Of A Beloved Friend

O Friend, when thou hadst uttered thy brief tale
Our hearts grew still as flowers that watch the stars,
Through long windless nights.
  Yea, men shall hear;
Far sea whispering, and the feet of them
That walk the earth in mercy, though they be
The...

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The Rosy Lay*

Ready for a kiss did sun rise, 
gleaming, shimmering in the April sky, 
had set to bloom bouquets of love, 
a rose among them caught my eye... 

And made me notice for the first time 
the alluring blooms of Angoora Van**, 
and the...

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Gone are my days of glory and grandeur,
Cast are my shadows o'th' shackles of life.
Never did I suffer from loss of vigour
With a lesson of mind's wonderful strife.

But methinks i'th' hour of pain thou shouldst remain
With me, and in me thou only takest pity,
For I...

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these next two sentences
enclosed as in parenthesis
with the first and fourth line

The rhyming sequence must conform to A,B.B.A, any other format then it is not an enclosed rhyme in the true sense of the definition.
 
Example of a Petrarchan sonnet: William...

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*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.

Tale of the Forgiving Betold

Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer 
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.

Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth thee but
'tis once at the weest hour.

Shouldst thou beg 
the...

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*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.

Tale of a Forgiving Challenge

Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer 
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.

Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust failed thee but
'tis once a wee hour.

Shouldst thou beg 
the goddesses...

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Thou art my mistress,my fantasy,and my craving
Thou art my imperial,my masterpiece,my wealth, and treasure 
Thou art sunshine and silvery that doth enliven dismal heart 
To the sparkling stars I shall compare thee
Your beauty with beauteous,luminous,and lustrous 
Thou art serenity of many endowments:
Endowed with cooling effects...

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How hast thou shaped me? Let me now declare.
Thou hast shaped me from the muck, mud and the mire
and loved me with a love that can inspire.
Thou hast shaped me with life, by giving me air.
Thou hast shaped me with love, when all did not...

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Who knoweth thoust toad
       than thoust legless load
be ye first to croak
       than thoust frog's now croak.
       Frog caught sight of croc
toad cast eyes on site
 ...

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I awoke a clock and watched it countdown towards known silence,
I arose and given the floor the reason for its presence,
Day spent amidst the greenery moored to tawny sturdiness,
Morning sun entice the blooms their ascent upping with success,

Gains a brighter hour taking a lapped route...

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Hear Me, O God! A broken Heart, Is my best part;
Use still thy rod, that I may prove therein thy love.
If thou hadst not been stern to me, but left Me free, I had
Forgot myself and thee time.
For sin's so sweet, as minds ill bent...

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Thy mouth dripping with drool.
North blisses and quick-witted doth unfool.

Thou shalt seclude from middling teenth.
Plummeted into a hornet tool.

Wailed as eerie as a panicked fetus.
Didst thou stay fed in the crumbs of mool?

Times beest tough about shimmering graves.
Grumbled, tucked, hadst a mischievous lol. 

Thy lure...

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Wherefore?
It’s as though my Earth must tremble
Chilled
When I go to call your name.
When I go to answer.
Known to me, 
This is.
When I miss you,
I become frightful,
Because I miss you.
Hadst I been afar from your presence
One moment
Too long
Too sour
I endure,
But I cease to breathe.
Yet my breath...

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Jolly Ye Olde English

Ye hadst ere thyself a jester's hand,
Art meek and mild, art a mannered man,
Ye hadst last count saith three, albeit,
Magic jester, wouldst pence thou didst seeth.

Naught thee albeit whence once more seeth,
Thine count naught three, yea four albeit,
Thy jester's hand be free...

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Trees By Me

Thy sun shineth
        tis countenance,
Thy tree tis gift,
        sparse tis expanse,
Tree girth aloft,
        neath midst remain,
Flicketh light burst,
    ...

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