Without You
I breathe for you when you cannot
I sleep within the screaming thought
Of life and love and death and pain
For tears stream silent in the rain
A shadow lives where once was I
Despair hangs heavy in the sky
A chasm stretching without end
And silence is my only friend
In dreams I see your sunlit face
I promised you I’d keep
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Categories:
iambic tetrameter, death of a friend,
Form: Other
There's a Shepherd At My Feet
There's a shepherd at my feet
And usually she's fast asleep.
Her eyes will open if I move
Because her love for me is deep.
My love for her I need to prove,
Fill her belly up with food,
Water in a bowl to drink,
Fields to run with skies of blue.
One day she'll go away, I think.
The pain will cause my
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Categories:
iambic tetrameter, animal, dog, fear, loss,
Form: Rubaiyat
A Hutinashro Irony - Iambic Tetrameter
Headlines of irony in life…
Human satire—cuts like a knife.
The unsinkable ship, that sinks.
Surrounded by peeps, yet alone.
Priests who ‘prey’—yet sins they atone.
Pastor fights alcohol, but drinks.
Tax czar who cheats on his taxes.
Animal fans—hunt to relax.
Abortion kills—with nods and winks.
Lifeguard fearing water—lauds land.
‘Football’—a game played with the hands.
Oedipus—breaks riddle and Sphinx.
Headlines of irony in life...
“Women”—they may
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Categories:
iambic tetrameter, analogy, humor, hyperbole, irony,
Form: Rhyme
Hutinashro Log Iambic Tetrameter
The bay was free for mine to gain
with weather mean of falling rain.
Then late inside a quaint cafe
our wine together we did share.
The streaks of gray in dame’s black hair
found shoulders low attractive way.
Her gray was no concern for me
as mine was same not gray-some free.
Our eyes met holding each to
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Categories:
iambic tetrameter, woman,
Form: Rhyme
Meltdown In Iambic Tetrameter
I chose to fight and not to flee,
From troubled feelings haunting me.
One look, within my weary soul,
Exposed an ever-gaping hole.
With introspective ink I write,
To bring foreclosure to my plight.
On form and meter I rely,
While keeping free verse standing by.
In healing cadence, new to me.
(Stagnation came from living free.)
A new persona will be found,
Before I leave
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Categories:
iambic tetrameter, funny, imagination, on writing
Form: Quatrain