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:
declivity, africa, analogy,
Form: Sijo
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An Opinion
By: Tom
9-20-2019
With the advent of social media,
the declivity of society commenced.
We spew fake news from the shadows,
and faceless people become convinced.
Many are consumed by a mobile device,
To the point they can no longer relate.
Each day we see our social skills fade,
and discussion is the victim of dictate.
Categories:
declivity, change, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
What happened to the 'We Are The World' crowd
To be angry and intolerant now
Declivity abstrusely hypocritical
Categories:
declivity, america, anger, baseball, bullying,
Form: Free verse
I wait on this precipice looming down at my fate. A jagged Niagara daring me to soar with abandonment onto its edges.
The abyss tells me fables, a serenade of its amorous ruse. Crashing waves harmonize the melody that shuffle my steps closer, closer I ebb.
It sounds so beautiful, the peace. To be washed away.
Drowning in my lamentation, I close my eyes and embrace my declivity, because fallen angels don’t fly, and humanity has scorched these wings for the last time.
Categories:
declivity, death, deep, depression, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Poem clarification: I am a farmer and this poem is about a racoon that was flipping the lids of my feed barrels. This is no easy feat to the point that i didn't even think it was possible that a racoon had the strength. This was a BIG racoon. It took almost two months to catch him. Never encountered such an adversary. I've caught red foxes easier, and they are they slyest of the woodland critters. Finally got him with a chicken head and a sticky bun!!!!!
The trip plate was baited with sweet deceit
Covering conformity to the bitter truth
Bit by a mouth with an adumbrated tooth
White lies are being strangled
And are turning an asphyxiating blue
My dying eyes are fixated on you
Salivating over prospects of tantalizing morsels
Both of us are blessed with a fine-tuned sensitivity
Feathered footsteps fall on the steepness of your declivity
No longer will I get to meddle in your affairs
The silent night does not listen as I cop a plea
To the trap door that has fallen shut behind me!
Categories:
declivity, allusion, farewell, imagery, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Depravity depravity
Are you moral’s declivity
Sweet libidinous enslavement on
Viewpoints collectivity.
Debauchery debauchery
A lewd and tempting witchery
It captivates imagination
And flagellates prudery.
Decadent decadence
Do not insult intelligence
You pervert the innocent
And corrupt resilience
©Michael Birchmore 2013
Categories:
declivity, life,
Form: Rhyme
Tide of river and love of woman,
Exhausted me to make a nomad,
Had ceased the flow of life,
After thirty years of acclivity-declivity,
Hath merciless allegation to the river
And mind with woman.
Oh, aggressive river,
So mighty hungry you got!
Robed the last sign of my homestead,
What bygone takes you in that killing revenge?
Heavenly peace made my childhood to youthful days;
You robed the last memento!
Only survival is that innocent heart…
Cursed woman,
Take, I give you that innocent heart,
Keep carefully, if you can’t;
Break it into pieces,
Turn all a bloody tinge you bloodthirsty witch,
Get fulfilled your ever thirsty desire!
Categories:
declivity, lost, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Embellish My Day
Embellish my day into a full life worthy to be lived in your presence.
Erase my nonchalance and hubristic thoughts before the fiery declivity
consumes this life and body. The bird's song is gibberish in my thoughts;
matching my heart and life. Seeing a happy family reminds me of my sadness.
Dry tears sting my eyes and laughter is removed far from my being.
Renew and enhance my spirit. Mold me for your purposes.
Categories:
declivity, depressionlife, me,
Form: Narrative
Vigilance deserted
Attention diverted
you slid under me
Caught me senseless
indefenseless
essentially brainless
Tripped toe stumbling
Tangled tongue bumbling
no intelligence forthcoming
Curled toes holding onto dignity
Praying for declivity into
dissolvability
Circle gold clear gleaming.
Do you see the hilarity?
Categories:
declivity, angst, confusion, life, loss,
Form: Rhyme