Long Trimeric Poems
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Mist rolls through silently, ghost in the trees.
The near field glistens; the far fades away.
Spring creates longing on days such as these;
Winter’s advancing, has nothing to say.
The near field glistens; the far fades away,
formless and shifting, as far as one sees.
All is enshrouded and cloaked in the gray.
Spring creates longing on days such as these;
waiting for sunshine to come out and play,
water drops shelter, avoiding the freeze.
Winter’s advancing, has nothing to say,
intruding so rudely, quite ill at ease,
seeks no permission, intending to stay.
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A Trimeric, with A:B:C:D B:x:x C:x:x D:x:x. There are no rhyming or syllable requirements
amidst my walls
a discolored rose
a wedding photo
a collection of memories
a discolored rose
a moment of mourning
as fragile as life
a wedding photo
of lovers once parted
united in the beyond
a collection of memories
coalesce together
a collage of juncture
i found this form online and wanted to experiment with it...
Trimeric
Trimeric \tri-(meh)-rik\ n: a four stanza poem in which the first stanza has four lines and
the last three stanzas have three lines each, with the first line of each repeating the
respective line of the first stanza. The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.
To understand what is the present
We must gaze into the story of our past
Though it's ragged pages I lament
I can peek through fingers spread, for I know it's gone at last
We must gaze into the story of our past
See this woman with many woes
Who she's become since long ago
Though it's ragged pages I lament
Hindsight seems crystal clear
If not for faith and family, I would not still be here
I can peek through fingers spread for I know it's gone at last
The battle waged long ago yet still today I must resist
Recovery is ever with me, each new day is a gift.
You do not know what tomorrow will bring;
What is your life, son? You are but a mist.
Arrogant boasting and harsh words that sting:
seek the Lord's will instead, that which persists.
What is your life, son? You are but a mist.
Vanity, vanishing, withered and blown:
all has been given you; none do you own.
Arrogant boasting and harsh words that sting,
blessing one moment, then hurling a curse;
even your prayers attempt to coerce.
Seek the Lord's will instead, that which persists;
cleanse your hands, sinner, and purify heart.
Come to Him humbly, with arms wide apart.
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Another Trimeric, A:B:C:D B:x:x C:x:x D:x:x, using couplets this time
(musings from chapter 4 of the book of James)
Exploring trochee like the skies sigh,
Brushing those emotion lay,
Liberty the freedom so high,
Wording inks featherly cliche.
Brushing those emotion, O, lay,
Exploring trochee like skies sigh,
Impulse thru the impulsing slay,
Painting like there's no why.
Liberty the freedom so high,
Eight seven metric sound rhythm,
Exploring trochee like the skies sigh,
Radiate like colorful prism!
Wording inks featherly, O, cliche.
Poetic seek artful apply,
Unfathomable soul up play,
Exploring trochee like skies sigh!
Music infuse thru deafen ears,
Torchee the heart beating defy,
Turning heart in high joyful tears,
Exploring trochee like skies sigh!