Long Cento Poems

I wonder: would you make me your mistress
lost in a world of poetry under your wings
I’ll celebrate heaven's gift; more to me a tortured love
wretched wishes: life's greatest anguish 

our heaven's in sight, you see...

Read More

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
alone with the enduring Earth, and Night.
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
who wrestles with his dream; as some pale shape.
Their sharp black heads against a...

Read More

True Love Cento 

There must be a million ways 
To say I love you
But these words will suffice for now 
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:
If ever two were one, then...

Read More

(A Cento Poem) Title from Emily Dickinson

When swords were bright and steeds were prancing          	 Miniver Cheevy
and the fire-wood glowed knife-edge     ...

Read More

three rhymed sestets written as a cento (see below) 	

PC       I muse, while the heaving waves of life are rising,
SO      earth’s rampant tides drag...

Read More

O que o consumidor quer

A economia da experiência comprova: 
Fazer negócios 
é um ato de amor.
Antes, a questão era descobrir se 
o consumidor precisava consumir.
Agora, ao contrário, 
é saber qual experiência
o consumidor quer viver.

Êxito no...

Read More

Whose heart-strings are a lute
embalmed in their echoing songs! 
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute
at midnight, in the month of June.
A mystery, and a dream,
perchance is woven in thy sleep;
for the moon never beams...

Read More

Don't wake me from the dream, if this is a dream
Throne we shall sit, when we celebrate life after scar
Alone in my sanity more or less drives me crazy
Drone of the dark life has sunk...

Read More

Kingdoms of power are resolute, weathered by December rain.
In another time, home sweet home meant a realm arcane,
Mama hushed the wind while Daddy warned the ghost.

Raging creek’s banks rise high above with an eerie boast.
Overcast,...

Read More

Made up of syllables, of numbered lines
Of imagery and rhyme
The many styles of poetry serve well
To fill my time

So many to appreciate
Those on which, we rely
Pick one out, let it flow
Come on, give it a...

Read More

I found John today.
John died yesterday. 

I read of John today.
I vibrate now to his pinch.

Somewhere by a poisoned river
a dead man was born...
Somewhere by a noisy airfield
a pre-writ obit finds me -
The news can...

Read More

O ye dead Poets, who are living still
Within the circuit of this plodding life
For truly this game is well begun
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot
My foolish, broken, blemished Muse so sings
HARK! hark!...

Read More

(This is meant to be a cento, however PoetrySoup.com does not have that option, anyways please comment with your views on it.)

I'm useless, but not for long,
Are you here with me?
'Cause you are my medicine,
When...

Read More

Choice flavours poise
Watch tone of voice


Pick and choose well
Each line now tells


Each man hooks fine
Squeeze each thought line


One by one move
Patchwork verse groove


Voice after voice
Set jazzy poise


Each author sums
Stitch by stitch comes


Raw ideas paste
Sync with...

Read More