Hexagonal Poems | Examples

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basalt columns

volcanic
activity

liquid 
magma

cools
contracts

chisels
rasps

measured
patterns

settling to
hexagonal
colonnade

morphed
entablature

unique
marvel

unsigned
sculpture

Premium Member Pick a Six

Snowflakes are hexagonal
As are honeycomb cells
Insects are 6-legged
A die cast has 6 faces
The 6 degrees of separation
Connects us all to our 6

I An Idea Crucified In the Eye of the Storm

They insist on it, what is natural can be supernatural. Vice admiral eat from my 
garden for I am quite admirable for your beneficient militia that is multi-national against the hexagonal eldritch terrorists if not have had an assist we would be wet behind the ears. Protect us from the unorthodox fears that have us bleeding wine from our ribs cut and skewered by spears. There wailing bewildered angry screams making us bleed tears.


Premium Member Hot Phenomenan

hot phenomenon 

           ancient lava rings
     hexagonal shapes appear 
         molten rock anneals

         where titans battled 
     geometric footprints pave
         the giants causeway 
         

         

Show Don't Tell, Tell Don't Show Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dilly Dally
Howmanysyllables 5/7/5  5/7/5
06/04/23

March Afternoon

triangle sunlight
drowning in the lake
hexagonal droplets become

a hexagonal droplet
falls into the sky
becoming the eyelight of love.

When I Don'T Want To Talk

large and little
triangular, square, pentagonal,
hexagonal, round,
dozens of black rocks
towards the horizon
galloping quietly
over the sea,
blue and blue
tired golden waves
taking turns
making a road
approaching
singing to me.


I Pity Them

There is always the earth
making its treats
The splendour that rises
spreading all around

The wind plays with the light
and I hear the birds
The small rivulet adjoins
the ready river

Today I began anew
I drink my nectars
blazing over with awe
it is 4AM
where  the devils and angels jockey each other
for Ascendancy
I pity them

Hexagonal snowflakes
pour over me
I am in a quandary
I write myself over
I am no longer afraid
Let the people carry on
the best they can do
behind closed windows

Unit 119

Independence panacea dashingly suggests
      We purchase our palace hexagonal 
      Reoriented Nerida handed padlock, blessed 
      Fathoms red cross heiress of hospital 


      Imposter student enrols wild idea envisaged 
      Wider scope than she ever deserved
      Ostentatious vistas brew broadwater blizzard
      Novice nurse serves a nostrum absurd

    
      Ultraviolet facet inferno disco jive diamond
      Wears title queen of high hive divine
      Fanciful feminine accepts novel assignment
      Redhead remedy writes Chapter 119

     

                    
                    Third of February 
               Thank you, dear old Doris

Premium Member From My Desk I See

without moving anything but my eyes I see
a mouse pad, computer, power cord, phone
fork, knife, spoon, half eaten chunk of meatloaf
stapler, scissors, Clorox wipes
Jason Reynolds and Ibram X Kendi’s books Stamped
 
without leaving my seat at my desk
I see two bottles of hand sanitizer, my work badge,
a red cloth face mask I am tired of wearing
an address book with a multitude of squiggles
which no one else could read
they might possibly think I was mentally ill if they got closer
 
by turning only my head to the right I see two notebooks
three pens, one of them happily has red ink
an oversized yellow bottle of water I continually knock over
a roll of blue tape, and a walkie talkie that needs plugged in
 
I am looking to the left now. Three posters
One says “Effort and Perseverance are the Keys to Success”
There is a blue chair with an ugly hexagonal print in yellow
A bookcase with kinesthetic sand which I love as much as the children
Welcome to an Elementary School Counselor’s Office

The Marmite Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
Written 8-17-2021

Pri Madonna Primed

'Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude...
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers.'
           (Quoted by Regina Mc Intosh)


Hung suspended from hive rafters hexagonal
Leader Lady Ruler Bee gorges imprudent
Heavy duty seeps striped desirous abdominal

Workers hover, rush beneath Queen exuberant 
Team enthusiasm pumps a syrup scaffold 
Propolis produces massed mission belligerent 

Numb buzzing bumblers fumble fated cuckold
Hunger for cohesion, gold body encompass
Busy anonymous paupers, sources unresolved 

Eager in sweetness, clan clustered accomplice
Reverently fulfills each gluttonous request 
Swift need swords stung in caustic redundance

Plump with pupae, flightless wings flouresced 
Polar iceberg cream honey hearts can't ingest




               13th January 2021

               Written for Contest:  Terza Rima Quote

               Sponsor: Regina Mc Intosh

Premium Member See You Around the Square

The Rubiks cube is round, observed at atomic size
To see reality you must enter, take a peep inside
I’m not saying pull it apart, searching out a pivot 
But rather a microscopic journey, for our tiny visit 

Photons on its surface, weaving around in circles 
Can pass through with ease, external to internal
You see rotating squares, cuboid annoying design 
Yet molecules in blank space, spiral together blind 

Mosaic patchwork colors, atop firmaments of skin
Projections of light appear, as matrixes flow within 
Pictels turning relentlessly, of indiscernible pattern 
Interior fluxes created, hexagonal poles on Saturn 
 
Poppycock you say, it’s merely a frustrating puzzle 
Millions of us have tried, and most of us struggled
In truth that’s kind of right, solutions are in dearth
Lessons from history, of our once flat planet earth. 


If the Rubik's cube was round Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
04/01/2021

Deeper and Darker

My words are depictions of multiple afflictions,
Descriptions with intentions that create infinite dimensions.
Deeper and darker than a black hole in departure.
Saturn hexagonal forces that are diabolical mental sources.
My power increases into pieces of a thesaurus in a thesis.
I swell from hell as you fell with a tucked tail.
Dominant and most prominent.
It's vile with treacherous bile.
My hatred is true matrix in abominable twisted stasis,
In the most horrible of places, each with separate wicked faces.
Amazing hurricane cycles with cryptic psychos.
The rings are things that sings then brings alien beings.
It's atrocious and explosive like Ozzy on Ozzmosis.

Once Thought I Was a Honeycomb

Not hexagonal and yellow
Like if i broke my arm off
A conglomeration of air bubble caverns
and in between small wooden doors
with the name bee embossed
above every tiny letter box
my ode to the crunchie
That i just finished off

Assignment

I spent my day shopping for rubies
Far East posting covert listing
Mr Patwari’s emporium 
Assistants ever so obliging

Hexagonal set quaintly bulbous 
does cheapen the overall effect
Disappointedly I turn aside
Mr Patwari, whose tone inflect

Secretly, soft whispers in my ear
Channels my movements in close quarter
Senses piqued my curiosity
Astute, knowledgeable exporter

Silk,  flame red curtains wafted aside
Following, expectantly hopeful
Reveals vast interior workshop
He beckons, vocally boastful

Appraising the proffered brilliance
Rubies of every size mesmerised
Now questioningly, my eyes met his
Such rarity I identified

Sipping tea with Mr Patwari
Conviviality established
Revealed my subversive intentions
Slowly the smile on his face vanished

Drugged, stifling heat consumed
in disorientated stupor 
Divested of my hat, shoes and purse
I retrieved my pocket computer

Bearings noted, in a concrete cell
Frantically, I connect display
Made contact and communicated
the district with all I could convey

Alerts Financial Action Task Force
Identified illegal rubies
Smuggling network last link confirmed
Rescued, resumes usual duties

'ways of Rays'

Sixth day,
hexagonal Hour;
is the Light still ours?


Philanthropic rays,
suits who sooty Ways?
beaks a Grain of rice,
is it true what the caw says?


lazy Pigeons cling to their pillows,
Chameleon and doves stand in one row;
Who knows, cage who the Sparrows?


tungsten filament in the womb of twilight Raven,
pebbles been stones until brims the tavern;
Oil in the lantern,
clocks in kiosk coo Eleven.


Still an hour left,
for Shadows to hide hues Theft;
is it still an hour left,
for Hands to unite in with off debt.


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