Best Septet Poems


Join Me (Septet)

My darling
On this moonlit night
Our worlds can combine as one
Whereas we too can become as one
Our hearts therefore beat as drums
Musically, lovely
You and I



Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed

Thirteen Thousand Miles - Spanish Septet

It’s thirteen thousand miles from Boston to
San Diego around  far Cape Horn’s way.
Ship needs to sail to that distant quay.
The Cape is a hard challenge for the crew
It’s where the Atlantic and Pacific
Oceans meet and the waves are horrific.
The number of ships lost are not a few.

With good sailing San Diego can be 
reached in three months from Boston’s fine dock
in hope of returning with rancho stock.
Condition of hides rest upon the sea,
if hold remains ever dry and shipshape,
The wetting of hide they hope to escape.
No fear Brig Pilgrim’s hold is danger free.

Hide house at the Mexican harbor’s berth
cures hides vaqueros bring from distant field
hoping to gain a goodly peso yield.
Their agents  bargain for true values worth
Profit will give major-domo much  peace
He’ll thank the Virgin for worry’s  surcease
At hacienda there will be much mirth.

Sweet Things (Septet)

Succulent
Fruit hanging on vine
You tempt me with your sweet juice
I do so love your taste and your scent
If only I wasn’t full
Then you’d be all mine
Completely




Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed


Just Imagine (Septet)

If I think
Real hard I can see
You right here in front of me
It would be fantasy for us both
As reality would then
Take us as I hold
On to you


Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed

True Miracle (Septet)

Precious child
You have changed the world
You’ve given us forgiveness
And gave chances for true salvation
Child of the world, crying not,
May we learn from you
And your love

Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed

I Depend On You (Septet)

My garden
It thirsts for water
It cries out for nourishment
My garden is me, you’re the water
I need you more than the sun
So never leave me
Here, alone



Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed


Summer Sleep

Search'ng dandelions yearns int'rmittently 
Hoping with sudden startled jealousy 
And snoozing a loudly in ecstacy
Whilst summer sleeps quietly into shine
And morning sings with symphonic splendor
The sunshine closes into purple rays 
Reflections dancing across still water

New Year's Eve

Another fresh new year is near...
Watching tick-tock 'round the clock 
One more year coming to an end here
Tick-tock 'round the clock rock
A year of fun! It’s gone! It’s in the rear!
Fill it with cheer sock
To have another joyous new year

Tis' night awe-inspiring 
The last day of year 
Wishing for the season to bring
A year and a time to cheer 
Rushing, to the fore, onward swing 
Wait'ng for another bright moon to appear 
To welcome in a new year ring-a-ding

Pamplona - Spanish Septet

The running of the bulls in Pamplona
Is part of the San Fermin Festival
What excitement awaits the mayor’s call
To win accolades is “muy bona”
Escaping bull’s piercing horns  is daring
Runners like the danger they are sharing
They seek prize, adulations “corona”.

Question Not Your Value (Septet)

Don’t you know?
Stars pale next to you
You emit the brightest light
For all the world to see and follow
You’re an unending source of
Our inspiration
And of love



Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed

My Cosmos (Cinq-Huit-Septet)

I have news for you
The sun can never be center
Of the universe, for you are

This you can count on
In our lives, love is constant
You’ll always stay, my shining star


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My Oldest Son (Septet)

He’s brazen,
But downright smart too
He’s the eldest of my kids
Blonde, blue eyed, smart and handsome, he is
He doesn’t know that at all
Honest and humble
That’s my boy!


Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed

Jealousy (Septet)

The green eyed
Monster controls us
We do not see or know it
It is there, stealing our rationale
Providing us with harsh words
Making us see things
We shouldn’t




Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed

Flowers (Septet)

Delicate,
yet each petal’s strong
as they are unwavering
in the many ferocious rain storms
that life seems to throw at us.
The beauty of them
never dies.


Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed

You (Septet)

Oh, lover
The moonlit sky now
Shines upon your sultry smile
It makes you even more beautiful
Which I thought could not happen
As your pure beauty
Shines for me



Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed

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