Form. Poems - Poems about Form.

LOVING YOU IS AN ART

Loving You Is an Art ????

Loving you is an art,
Not just words, not just emotions,
Not just romance.

It is like carving a linocut,
Each stroke, each cut—
Careful, gentle,
So I do not wound the sketch,
The same way I hold your heart,
Responsible not to hurt you.

Loving you is an art,
Like stringing beads with patience.
And when the thread breaks,
And the

Writing Poetry

Poems may be simple, try writing a rhyme,
add some images to make it sublime.
Simple words may make meaningful phrases,
difficult words can turn into mazes.

You could write a Limerick, just for fun, 
don’t forget a surprise before you’re done.
Write a nice Haiku, a scene of nature,
like flowing mountain streams with water pure.

A Sonnet would be nice

New Poetry Form Chronos-w

Chronos~w

A new poetry form mathematically based on pi squared
Lasingerland, the Netherlands, by Bianca and Alexa shared
It gives off a limerick vibe
which is the only form that I can describe
to which it can be compared



PoetrySoup Community

I’m happy to be a lifetime member of PoetrySoup
and am willing to encourage any new recruit 
Yes it’s true that there’s

Light To Shadow

when I block the light
     I then become a shadow
          form without substance

Yours without having you

Yours Without Having You"

As solitude surrounds me,
I still feel the whispers...
of your presence.
Soft.
Haunting.
Like a memory...
not yet made.

In a fleeting moment of joy,
you hush my fears.
You stir…
a calm I never knew lived in me.

Then
An epiphany strikes.
Like the sun,
piercing
my skin.
Sudden.
Warm.
Unforgettable.

But still
a deep sadness lingers
in my soul.
Because I know...
I can never
call you mine.

Resilience?
Baby…
it slips through my fingers
like smoke.
I

Daisies : Tricube Poetic Form

Amber-gold
delicate
fresh daisies

dance and smile
whispering
to the sky

a loving
melody
of delight

Placed third
Tricube Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Oliver Mckeithan

My Simplest Form

I am broken
that is my simplest form.
Not in shards,
but in folded faults
like paper creased too many times
it becomes soft,
almost sacred.

They called me whole
when I was quiet.
They mistook my silence
for resolution.

But silence
was just the breath I held
between scream
and surrender.

I walked the corridors of other people's love
like a thief in borrowed shoes,
returning everything
except myself.

I am the ink

Intro: New Form 'dip' part 3

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             It wuz a gift to me from Yahweh,                             ')
     

Flesh That Refuses Form

no sound
in a cascade of nerves

submerged
amid a myriad of silences

a serpentine fold
slices through the viscera

and a breath
of phosphor
burns
in the chest’s hollow

a crawling rhythm
of an aborted name
shapeless

a lunar longing
locks into the bones
among the remnants
of a collapsed nebula

I do not heal
I do not return
I am
flesh that refuses form

Abandon art form guide

Paint on a brush never dries,
for it's compulsion never dies.
A painting is never done, in an artist's eyes.
it's only left a-hanging, until others arise,
that sway away attention, to what's there besides.

Love like art, is never a game won, nor a goal.
It takes many touch ups to stop it growing cold.
For inattention is what's forsaken in

Storms form peace

Storms rolling through, 
A sense of peace within you,
As you hold on to what's true. 
Knowing exactly what to do,  
With the emotions within you,  
Cultivating energy within you, 
Using it to plant your seeds, 
As the power of storms feed, 
Filling their needs, 
Speeding thoughts breeze through, 
A tornado within you, 
One

JAZZ

Nail walking down the street
Carrying a bagful to fix something
For the master who owns my dreaming
Storefronts lolling sidewalks asleep
Night quiet jazz, Erie, PA
The endless road breaking cartons
Locked doors being kidnapped jumping
fences getting spotted running away
Dreaming snatches of words in the air
Fine milky jazz boots on a roll a train 
That passes at 10 a,m, cars

Time Holds Everything

I was shaken and shaking.
Meeting your eyes, for a second.
But it could have been a million years.
The space that moment holds in my head
could have been used to build the pyramids.

It is said that a parent's love is the purest form of love that can be found on earth

It is said that a parent's love is the purest form of love that can be found on earth,
But what about a child's love, silent yet strong,
Carrying the burden of gratitude and understanding, an unspoken promise to give back
All that was given to them, every dream and every unwritten hope.
A child may never speak the

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