We plunge cool cotton ...
Swimming sheets and each other,
Your fair flesh, my deep water.
I drown in your craving ...
You swoon, wrapped in ribboned moonlight.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Second Edition Of Wayra" Poetry Contest, Nette Onclaud, Judge & Sponsor.
(This is a WAYRA, a South American five-line verse, [pentastich], with syllable counts of 5, 7, 7, 6, 8, unrhymed. Syllables counted at HowManySyllables.com. Inspired by the image above).
Categories:
pentastich, appreciation, imagery, love, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Light At The End Of Wayra
One delicate break,
An ingenious shift turns out.
The route onward, love a twist,
Perspective prompts oblique.
The goal is nigh than long removed.
***The wayra is a South American 5-line verse ( pentastich), with syllable counts 5, 7, 7, 6, 8, unrhymed.
2019 August 14
*3rd Place*
SECOND EDITION OF WAYRA
~~nette onclaud
Categories:
pentastich, adventure, allusion, analogy, destiny,
Form: Free verse
Like a female power
plays a vital role
in many religions
it equates the rain
and the sea or ocean
It governs the moon
and the mysteries
stands for creation
and ruination
it changes everything
Quite a requisite
to invigorate
our body and soul
and the pros and cons
in this element
Is between hydration
and precipitation
that takes the stance on
either crystallization
or permeability
Note: A pentastich poem
that has 5 lines with free form
or blank verse (not available here in
PoetrySoup)
Date created
April 9, 2016
Contest finalized
April 17, 2016
Categories:
pentastich, water,
Form: Free verse
In the distance a myriad of voices call,
Echoes of the past hidden in déjà vu,
The lateral thoughts unable to hear,
The visions beyond the walls of time,
As answers come in perception.
Form: Pentastich
Categories:
pentastich, faith,
Form: Verse
The winter fae have come to call,
Leaving snow where they go,
As dreams of spring were in our minds,
Frosty sprites said think again,
And visions of laughter lit the night.
Form: Pentastich
Categories:
pentastich, nature, seasons,
Form: Free verse
He died as all humans die,
and yet his thoughts have never ceased...
to declare a mortal an immortal:
expressing himself with works
full of sensitivity and awareness.
He lived and breathed that Chilean air,
sent from the mixed breezes of the Andes;
and sitting down on a warm rock,
he contemplated the white peaks of those mountains...
gleaming from distance, to instill more tenacious memories.
Pablo glorified the human spirit
with its unflinching fortitude,
to describe the joy or sadness of a certain age;
and absorbed in profound thought,
he continued writing until death stopped his breath.
Categories:
pentastich, history, nature, nostalgia, on
Form: Quintain (English)
They were once enslaved in idolatrous Egypt,
and Moses led them out of that wicked land,
when the Third Reich came to power in Europe,
Hitler deepened his hatred for them; no nation
dared to save them, so their extermination began.
They were locked in the cramped rooms of concentration camps,
later burned in gas chambers, then thrown into mass graves;
their human lives were worthless to him, and many walked
into those darkened chambers filled with the stench of death,
holding their children so afraid and shivering in the bitter cold.
In the windowless rooms with bankers beds, scary eyes roved in darkness:
in there, life was a flickering candle kept alive by an incredible faith,
and God in His immense mercy, descended here to comfort them...
while the Evil One continued to spread death and fear among nations;
no documents were found, but piles of corpses witnessed those atrocities.
Categories:
pentastich, death, people, places, social,
Form: Quintain (English)