Wardrobes, full of clothes,
crossstitch cluttered walls-
her shadow still clouds my mind
tears begin to fall.
emotion becomes a flood-
a cataract of regret flows
a realisation dawns,
fleeting thoughts crystallize-
as 'as is' moment of hope is born
Categories:
parallels, poetry,
Form: Tristich
Dewdrops fall, gentle
Sliding down a soft petal
Kissing away the drought
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Teardrops fall, wistful
Slipping lightly down a cheek
Embracing the hand of grief
BiteSize Poem no.57 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
December 13, 2022
Categories:
parallels, emotions, feelings, inspiration,
Form: Verse
"Parallels and Platforms"
diving into the void
our hearts sound like
deep bluebells sonar driven
ringing in a new universe
humming lips caress throats
where words are born to erupt
but do not speak,
you can hear feelings
new bodies singing
fever pitch
dimensions spreading
ripples as in a calm ocean
parallels bend and meet
flexing into the smooth
spontaneous Dionysiac curves
in the out of time
warm worlds evolve
they join in luscious flexing
pulses rushing in frames
burning up naked as the Sun
massaging now tactile light
what once was deepest blues
into searing ultraviolet view
co-joined like minds
the formless fit tight
the luminous become one
exploding Supernova
platforms speak
dancing in each
other’s eyes
mirrors undress
the senseless,
sensing the fullness
of what was once flesh
now crystalline knowing
the sensual twist
intuitively
dexterous phantoms
eventually kiss
when we meet
intertwined
in the out of time
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Categories:
parallels, light, love, sensual,
Form: Free verse
It's desperate to
compare our love
with straight parallels!
The lines only meet
in infinity...
infinity expands
and increases the mismatch
the goals, the straights...!
Categories:
parallels, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Partitions and Parallels
Silent, sliding, shadow-moon sly
Glides from the slit, in a
Crow-flocked, Cloud-frocked,
Winter-mocked blue sky.
With half-open eyes, he stares at the last
Who lay their still-sleep of Three Hundred Years Past.
Below lies Thomas, old grounds-man head
With permission he rests amongst the high Lordly-dead.
Beside him, his daughter, Sarah, aged five,
Whispers message of doom, to those yet alive.
More high-staff, scattered, buried around,
Next to Knights,
The Most Reverend,
The marble and mound.
Here now, commoners trample, with no ‘by your leave’
On vaults and tombstones
Where Ancients still grieve.
Whilst the ghost-grey eyes unnoticed, sublime
Marks the
Tick- tocked,
Click-clocked,
Face for all time.
Categories:
parallels, class, death, discrimination, england,
Form: Rhyme
It's desperate
compare our love
as parallels lines!
The lines meet only
in the infinite ...
Infinity expands
and increases the mismatch
the goals, the straights ...!
Categories:
parallels, allegory, allusion, analogy, creation,
Form: Free verse
Wardrobes, full of clothes,
crossstitch cluttered walls-
her shadow still clouds my mind
TRISTICH IS A PARALLEL VERSE(Inspired by Hebrew Biblical parallels) it comprises L1 theme L2 ECHO of theme L3 Punchline/observation
Categories:
parallels, poetry, word play,
Form: Didactic
Theatre
ancient, organic
previewing, staging, performing
Sophocles, Chekhov, Ray, Tarantino
filming, screening, releasing
modern, edited
Cinema.
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Date: 22 / 10 / 2016
Categories:
parallels, art, film, inspiration, tribute,
Form: Diamante
two sijo
Take note of the resemblance between maple seeds and tadpoles?
Ideas spin round like maple seeds seeking a spot to sprout;
our minds are small ponds where agile tadpoles (like thoughts) mature.
Takes about fourteen weeks, but polliwogs will become frogs;
"Helicopters" become trees after many, many years
but ideas become poems, sometimes within minutes.
written 8 May 2016
Categories:
parallels, 11th grade, nature, poetry,
Form: Sijo
The actor lives upon the stage
With his voice, his tale conveys
Reciting lines in mellow tones
Captures all that hear
The writer lives upon the page
With his hand, his tale portrays
Penning lines, each word he hones
Seduce the eye instead of ear
I do not know if there is a name for this style of poetry, but I have written it with every fourth line rhyming, so that the two stanzas are dependent upon each other for their verse.
Categories:
parallels, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme
Positive poles keep me grounded
even when all efforts get spurned.
Love intrudes with hope unfounded
while hatred proves bitterly earned.
Our coupling tethered in the lash
scorches my core with friction rash.
Categories:
parallels, lost love
Form: Rhyme
A warm embrace,
A tender caress,
someone by your side,
to love and behold.
A beauty so natural,
In the framework of dreams.
A harsh reality,
A cold awakening,
no one by your side.
There's no love nor warmth,
in the stark reality,
of a life so real.
An ocean so deep,
of love evergreen,
neither rusting nor fading,
with each other to comfort.
Forever you are inlove,
in the oceans of dreams.
A cold betrayal,
An ugly breakup,
A shuttered heart.
No one to hold,
In the harsh reality,
of a life so real.
Now you know,
the two parallels
of dreams and reality,
we walk in between,
sometimes in dreams
others in reality.
Categories:
parallels, life, love, philosophy, life,
Form: I do not know?