Irregular Poems | Examples


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Premium Member Gargoyle Guard-irregular villanelle

Set your scowl in stone; immovable neck.
Lace an ornate pearl necklace around throat.
You stand at a cold precipice, a rock.

A snake with slinky-bones, writhing, not slack,
And fangs of gold - they’re not nearly a threat.
Set your scowl in stone; immovable neck.

Those pearly teeth squeeze, kiss with velvet peck;
Constricts like a boa with bruised forget.
You stand at a cold precipice, a rock.

Let down your gargoyle guard, for not a sec.
Why’d you set paper mâché, were you provoked?
Set your scowl in stone; immovable neck.

Spectacular species, like grunting hock,
And won’t even say boo, like bully ghost.
You stand at a cold precipice, a rock.

Unconscionable, a solid train wreck;
Ancestors and posterity revolt.
Set your scowl in stone; immovable neck.
You stand at a cold precipice, a rock.

Premium Member Irregular

Bad tendency of a bad-habit hobby to get so high,
I find myself overthinking things daily, losing track of time,
To the point my body cycles so irregularly.

Anti-Irregular Ode To Helios

Mentally choking on paranoid covers,
No matter where I am, everything is next.
The corners leap out— one after another,
Trapping the resolve in its reckoning hex.
Unfolding like slabs of sidewalk before me,
Briskly walking through billows of fret,
A thousand eyes so brash and stormy;
The houses awry with windows in debt.
Turning my head would chisel the cracks;
For taking the time to survey each one
Would only inflame this cerebral tax—
I would gladly favor the night to the sun.


Premium Member Irregular Yet

Know
Love
Lord

My Irregular Heart Beat

It hurts when i see. 
                                                    I love when i feel it.
                    Knowing I’m living in one moment one time one second one life. 
                                            Knowing I’m loving every beat.
                                                 I dance to my own drum.
                                   Tapping to the beat when I’m looking at you.
                                       Hurting because I can never have you. 
                               This is one thing wanting me to stop the music i play. 
                                              Knowing my beat is one of a kind. 
                               Putting are beats together we make art. Being strong. 
                                         Knowing i can never see the painting

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