Forms Poems - Poems about Forms

Bereft of attributes, Self is living light, which is our true being, shaped as God Himself, in a realm outside space-time, where we shine bright and so recognising this as our true Self, we weave our way through life in drunken delight, knowing what’s impulsed will unfold by itself. God dwells in the Self and Self dwells in the heart, which is...

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SENIOR MOMENTS. FOOTLE Here I am at a very great old age with ...

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Allusions lead to absence? Believe it, sir and ma'am. Hold the door? Then get ye hence? Why the constant slam? Truth be told, the terror tells. Tollbooth of the dead. Nebula, will-o-the-wells. Stray to look ahead... Young the yellow yearling? It's right there in his name. Hornets, honeybees. Same sting? Stake it on thy claim. Frame of usual story? O kindness, are you real? Would if could, morning glory? Flicker...

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writing you these words to love you in the form of prose as I’ve loved you by my fingertips and in the beating mechanism of my soul, the being and un-being of it all so let me touch you still, memories new and far ...

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The spiritual world is not real But psychological defence I know it brings relief and heal To a certain kind of extence But I stand by formal reality Forms make the content real Otherwise no personality Can appear and appeal I don’t argue the fantasy Its great to have some mysteries But it’s a play of fancy A comprehensive bliss We quite enjoy and treasure Still...

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PERFECT SIX my tristich WORDS LINES SYLLABLES three two one perfect six poetics A BRIAN STRAND FORM (5x5) 2008...

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KUHLMANN my kisses tristich HAPPENING From Inspiration:idea,impulse,births: ...

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OPEN my recited writing  OPEN FORM in lowercase without grammatical symbols ,uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a  'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable. A BRIAN STRAND FORM 3x5 (2012)...

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FOOTLE my trochaic distich FOOTLE (singular)* is,a two line lines,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme). A BRIAN STRAND FORM 2x5 (2009) *STRING FOOTLES(plural ) are a variation adopted by PS poets since circa 2012...

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TEXT-IMAGE POETRY ART This visual poetic form (inspired by the work of the conceptual artist Hamish Fulton's (b 1946) landscape 'text-and-image' work 'a seven day walk in the mountains Switzerland early summer 1984'. FULTON is the name I gave in 2008 to this shape poetic form has 5 words of 5 letters or 3...

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(“Still Life”, 2021, original encaustic) A World of Thoughtforms Caught in cascade tumble Splashing here there Without time to collect my self Let alone thoughts What is up becomes down And down up. As I fall Bits and pieces Are left scattered Splashed onto shores Evaporating into nothing Leaving only flow. Somehow in the process One is made greater With their losses Stripped of identities Like so many badges Of false honor. Not greater...

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February is the month of Love. Love comes in many forms. This poem is inspired by Valentine's Day. May love touch your heart and your life. Love comes in many forms... By Michelle Morris 11/02/2025 Love comes in many forms... It can be the gentle healing When you've skinned your knee The kisses and the cuddles That loved ones...

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Beyond thoughts and forms, I find myself as a wanderer on the streets of my inner Ia?i, where desires and wills are dreams of imaginary characters, nature's dance is an illusion, a script penned by the unseen hand of fate, and in my search, I've found myself as a lost heteronym within my own identity, an essence of melancholy,...

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Again, you gave writing a go; In shame you now hang your head low. You once had a sonnet Or two in your bonnet; Now limericks are all that you know....

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Its the fact that they’re all alone That they had no lover anymore That their parents had passed Then with the betrayal of their friend Were it for the sorrow read from a book Or the sight of another spilt blood It’s when they saw their true love That they held ones own child That they laughed until they couldn’t draw...

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