Quatrains Poems - Poems about Quatrains

What is the meaning of life? Is it husband and a wife? Partnership based on romance By some chance or circumstance? Why is it that we are here... Wandering in atmosphere? Is our purpose more than this? Does bliss lie within its kiss? When did time start to tick tock? Why does universal clock Change the further into space Rockets chase it in their pace? Can infinity...

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Summer Quatrains – Swap Quatrains 6-19-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summer Quatrains Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings With jubilant serenades, heartfelt, Frozen heartbeats freed from rime flow on wings Into wellsprings silk ribbons of ice melt. The brooding nimbus bows to solstice’ clouds Dandelion days doze in clover now As the Dayspring moon chants reveries out loud To solstice’ clouds the brooding nimbus bows. The rumpled season...

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1 Earth, Air, Fire, Water I'm Alive Blood, Sweat, Perseverance, I Thrive To the Sun, Moon, and Stars I Rise I Reach, I Breach, In Sync, Divine 2 Thrice in Spirit, Brawn, Steel, Sovereignty Consciously, Spiritually, Prophecy Forged like The Potters Clay, Narrow, Divine, Through...

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Exsanguinating leeches Rich cream on ripened peaches, Or Riviera beaches, tickling the ears it reaches Exsanguination is to bleed A practice we no longer need Now, Coumadin can quickly speed The death of rats, poison indeed! Like Sisyphus, his rocky hill Now Eliquis, without the thrill For those with fibrillations still ‘Tis clots, not rocks, the bitter pill So now I think to bleed a leech Might...

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From A Dream, Three Quatrains Gifted The Searching I went forth into the windy forest Through thistles, thorns and falling day Crossing umber meadows and flowing stream Forever seeking that which hath fled away. The Flying I went forth into midnight sleeping From spinning cloud to cloud I fled Far below, slow breeze comforted Fate Whilst I slept alone in my bed. The Denying I went forth...

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Quatrain 1 Sitting alone at nadir in serpentine sloth; it is placed on the breeding typo. A slight failure comes out of the emptiness and makes successful that which should not be believed in the rain. Quatrain 2 The worm in the head is placed in the mind of the typo's lunacy. With weirdness he sprinkles both the hemp of his gesture...

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Some folks say I am quite good with words, But, I hesitate to believe what they say Should I have hired on with Merriam-Webster? Or better still, taken a job with Roget? People who do not particularly like me Have said that I am quite arrogant, But the truth is, I would rather think, That...

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Cement word by word I connect one idea to another idea scribble verse with verse I build a bridge poem ... I caress my spirit with words of honey so poetry always licks me...

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Quatrains of Hibernal 2020 By David J Walker I The hibernal task of passing a year of Retributions Scribes of the Anno Mundi write in prose of those who are left behind Those who did not believe the mask and the lambs' blood Were one and the same II The solution was said to be written on a paper ballot And the...

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I love to swap things with my friends. Today I’ve got a recipe to offer you. Please send me yours. Let’s make some “soup” with poetry. You must have fourteen cups of fresh strict meter. Just one brand will do; that’s iambic pentameter. For spicy sonnet flavor, you add just a pinch of all of these: A B A B, C D C D, E...

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Whenever I see a young man Proudly made of steel I wonder at the young woman Sure to make him kneel Wherever I hear a young man Loudly praise his great deal I ponder if a young woman Might make much of his meal Whatever a young man Gladly claims to bear his seal I tender that a young woman, Somehow, had made him...

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One day out in the country I was led by an old pathway to a hidden place with honeyed scent from a wild garden bed where ruffled blooms reached toward the sky with grace. My spirit lifted too from sheer delight. Dew glistened on each sweet pea’s pretty head. How beautiful that scene in sun so bright - green grass and blossoms...

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I The winds were loudly whistling, Blowing the trees’ leaves all around; God sneezed and misty rain fell to the ground; In an instant, blades of green grass began to glisten. II The...

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Three French quatrains, Translation of Etiemble’s Trois quatrains français by T. Wignesan Fly …fly ! For Sylvie (Etiemble) on the occasion of commencing primary school All cats are school-goers watching a fly fly but the teacher caught the fly: one should seize the collar. October 1978 1. Narcissus For Sylvie who came late to the mirror stage, but who has since made up for it… (1981) All...

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To me, verbal Apology is only inflated pride The good people don’t call for apologies to deride Bad people for base vantage may go on their knees Verbal apology is only inflated pride, to me. Torment none, repent for past and dread for future If you think you've erred, make the amends sooner It is easier to eat crow while...

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