Long Syllables Poems
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To paint with words and colored phrase,
We breathe new speech and set ablaze
The hearts once cooled, bereft their fire,
Now brought to life through told desire,
And splashing verse in poignant praise.
Our canvas aches to speak the ways
We'll shape the bourgeois to amaze,
And through our poems thus aspire ...
To paint with words.
We fill our nights and start our days,
By finding tropes to bright, rephrase
The common things our lives require,
And if we're blessed, perhaps inspire
Another soul that greets our gaze ...
To paint with words.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Rondeau" Poetry Contest, Charles Messina, Judge & Sponsor.
(Syllables = 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 / 8, 8, 8, 4 / 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 4, counted at HowManySyllables.com)
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand No 700, Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Wispy white snowflakes they softly drift down
Icing the earth with a wintery gown
Natural beauty where children can play
Toboggans are out on a snowy day
Everywhere glistens in bright sparkling white
Rosy faced children glow with sheer delight
Biting winds blow so we dress snug and warm
Enormous snowmen begin to take form
Awesome snow angels imprinted in snow
Unique snowflakes dance, they swirl fast and slow
Temperatures plunge; I can’t feel my toes
Yikes! I look like Rudolph; see my red nose!
10 syllables per line
Winter acrostic contest
Sponsored by Janice Canerdy
09 09 17
I have no regrets, I did it my way!
I know I have a few under my skin.
That's life with passion I always say.
Come fly with me; lets go for a spin.
I know I have a few under my skin.
Maybe she can fly with me to the moon.
Come fly with me; lets go for a spin.
I'm not afraid; we will be leaving soon.
Maybe she can fly with me to the moon.
We can dance like strangers in the night.
I'm not afraid; we will be leaving soon.
We're young at heart, our future is bright.
We can dance like strangers in the night.
You and the night and the music delight.
We're young at heart, our future is bright.
My heart has high hopes; this feels so right.
You and the night and the music delight.
I'm a fool to want you, but it's too late.
My heart has high hopes; this feels so right.
Almost like being in love - might be fate.
I'm a fool to want you, but it's too late.
Something about the way you looked that night.
Almost like being in love - might be fate,
but, said something stupid - gave her a fright.
Something about the way you looked that night.
Luck be a lady, stars were adorning,
but, said something stupid - gave her a fright.
She left in the wee small hours of the morning.
Luck be a lady, stars were adorning,
It was a very good year; not all in vain.
She left in the wee small hours of the morning.
Maybe she thinks I'll never smile again.
It was a very good year; not all in vain.
That's life with passion I always say.
Maybe she thinks I'll never smile again.
I have no regrets, I did it my way!
30 April 2016
The Silent One.
A pantoum using song titles from a musician. Below are the titles I used by
Frank Sinatra.
10 syllables per line.
My way
Ive got you under my skin
That's life
Come fly with me
Fly me to the moon
Strangers in the night
I'm not afraid
Young at heart
You and the night and the music
High hopes
I'm a fool to want you
Almost like being in love
The way you looked that night
Something stupid
In the wee small hours of the morning
Luck be a lady
I'll never smile again
It was a very good year
I've never heard the sweetest sound.
Until this little friend I found.
He calls his girlfriend through the window.
And now I've heard what he must know.
The sweetest sound a heart can make.
It starts out loud, walls almost shake.
Then he begins to call so sweet.
In hopes his and her hearts will meet.
So many different syllables.
A symphony of little yells.
That come straight from his little heart.
That melt your heart right from the start.
I've come to love this little boy.
Who's filled my heart and life with joy.
I never knew there was a sound.
As he can make, this friend I've found.
Note: my little friend is my stray grey cat I've taken in who I call Muffles.
This is for the, Your favorite animal contest of Gregory Paul
dear reader,
i was born—
no wait
that sounds too final
i am being born
right now
again
every time you look
don’t stop
don’t blink
i can feel the white space opening its mouth
dear reader please
i know i’m messy
i know i’m repeating myself
i know i’m wasting lines
but wasting time is the point
time is the only thing keeping me alive
i was born between your thumb and your doubt and—
and—
see
this is how it happens
one clean sentence and i’m dead
so let me stutter
let me trip
over my own metaphors
let me contradict myself mid-breath
i promise i’ll rhyme
no i won’t
rhymes are suspicious
they sound like endings
they say literature never dies
liars
everything dies
books just do it slower
quieter
on shelves that smell like abandonment
read one more stanza
no this one
no wait
this one
this one is important
this one is the one where i almost say something
if you leave now
i freeze
mid-sentence
mid-feeling
mid-me
i don’t want to be archived
i don’t want to be quoted
i want to be held
in your head
wrongly
imperfectly
dear reader
please
i can feel the last line forming
it’s disgusting
it’s tidy
it wants an ending
i won’t give it one
i’ll keep talking
i’ll keep unraveling
i’ll keep spilling syllables
because as long as this line keeps going
and this one
i am not done
i am not done
i am not—
When I listen to Eminem I purr at his work,
it perks me up.
I'm then lured to write some words
and create a new verse,
that's rife without purpose.
No clichés are surplus,
and I've no nerves on the surface.
It's just an urge that occurs
wanting me to nurse to life a rhyme
as my digits tingle and fidget for playtime,
ready to mingle, in the meantime my brain feels no limit.
Set out in a stride that flows like the tide under bridges,
with a strive to blow minds and entangle sublime rhymes,
that I interwine between the lines leading in time
to a chorus that I hope to be glorious.
Set with the wind in my sails
and a drive that supplies the hammer and nails,
that wield together a motorised thought weapon,
with a complex that threatens,
to propel me like witchcraft
as I spell to fast
with the sails at full mast,
catching wind that's pushing this raft
and blasting through my mind as I draft
both good and daft rhymes.
Which seem easy and slide through peasy,
thanks to the greasy ease of a motion that doesn't freeze,
but travels at crazy speeds that please me.
It's not the work of a degree,
it just gives critics and plaudits a read
that they can witness
with it's dense intense thickness.
I don't care if it's rubbish
it's not written to be published.
I just like how my left hand smudges the ink,
as there's no time for it to dry as I rapidly think.
I just let it flow
and I know
like the tip of my nose
or the nails on my toes,
that it's simplistic
and explicit,
no need to be drastic
and complicate it.
I just like to glide like a cable car ride
because I'm able that's why.
I just like wordplay and syllables
that prevent the event of me feeling miserable.
It's just a cure that's what it's written for,
just a rhyme to read once and not once more.
Really? Iambic Pentameter.
Oh well, this is where you really put your foot in it. No! Not your mouth!
Not the hokey kokey either, although its a little like that. More like a builder's
measurements. Iambic pentameter's measurements are five feet long, per line that is.
Of what is this 'foot' you ask? I contain myself, I do not give you the boot anywhere.
It's a fair question. This particular 'foot' measures two syllables. And, yes you're already there – so an iambic pentameter line consists of 10 syllables.
Now we get to the heart of the form. The Iam bit. This Iam gives the rhythm or heartbeat to the poem. It is like a two beat dance. First beat of the duo syllable is light, unstressed and the second is heavier or stressed. So placed to create a natural cadence that echo's our own hearts. This is why the form is mainly used for emotional subjects. There we have the iambic pentameter form.
Your heart doth drip its aqua tears my knight
Let service be your key, pray not for me
Serve I must in another court this day
All so soon I glimpse its citrine soft light
Let your grief tend our summer hallowed tree
Look for me in still pools sanctioned by fae.
Written 3 August for Contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
Reads like Music – Haibun – look Poetry Contest
bright
blotched blades
blows of breeze
bouquet of blooms
babble of birdsong
bustle of bees
are bounties
spring based
blinks
Spring Ninette Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Rhyme zone & syllables PS
Date: 07-04-2021
SPLENDOROUS SUNSET
One of nature’s natural wondrous works
is the stunning sunset, a stellar sight when the
setting sun dips down the horizon.
Striking spectacle of captivating clouds,
altering awesome scattered shapes
and spectacular sky bursting brightly,
beaming brilliantly while changing colors.
1/1/22 Submitted
A Strand (1044) Poetry
Brain Strand
11/30/21 Alliterisen 2 Poetry
Joseph May
Syllable Sequences: #E 10-12-9-11-8-10-10
Photo: #3 Sunset
Used: How Many Syllables
Iamb, Trochee, Spondee, Pyrrhic. Do those words have meaning for you? If not, you may find it handy as a poet to learn how to employ at least a few of them. They are names for the most common of the two-syllable feet used in classic poetry forms and many rhymed forms of today (there are other metrical feet used for 3 syllables). Poets can practice to become skilled at any one of them, but often poets are drawn to just a few when they write naturally. Iamb is the one that I prefer. When your words rise and fall in an unstressed to stressed rhythmic pattern, you are using iambic meter. Five feet of these unstressed-stressed syllables is called pentameter. That is why a sonnet is written in Iambic Pentameter. The traditonal sonnet writer uses ten syllables which are divided into five feet of unstressed/stressed syllables.
Here is the way Iamb looks if I show just two-syllable examples: de/TEST, un/LOVED, a/ WORD, go/ HOME. It would sound unnatural to say DEtest, UNloved, A word or GO home. The poet chooses his metrical foot and simply goes with the flow! If I choose to write a triolet, I would use Iambic Tetrameter (8 syllables with 4 feet of Iamb). When you consider all the different combinations of feet and meter, there is much to be learned! You can even mix up types of meter or use them unrhymed! To some poets it comes naturally -no textbook required. I have known free verse poets to say, "I just don't 'hear' it." But a few of those poets practiced and practiced; with time I saw them grow!
For those who want to practice poetry
in such a way to make their poems sing,
Iambic meter is one way to go.
Unstressed, then stressed creates a pleasant flow.
So give your words some musicality.
Keep practicing, and then your skills will grow.
Aug. 5, 2018