Get through the dialectic
before the day is late
Don’t wait for an invitation
as they slowly shut the gate
The wolf now dressed in spun wool
has broken from his cage
He hungers deep inside our fear
with ignorance and rage
As traitors lurk in front of us
to vanquish and to quell
All time has stopped, their curses screamed
assassins pledged to hell
The moment to act is calling
the odds both long and wide
This battle worth refighting
for those before who thought and died
So if truth’s your greatest weapon
wield it willingly and free
The enemy is upon us
—and must leave on bended knee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Loneliness feels like a cruel jest,
ignoring your heart's unanswered call.
Searching for a soulmate was your quest:
as the odds of finding one grew small.
Accepting lust as a form of love,
depression drowns your frustrated heart.
And as you struggle to rise above,
you place the blame on a naive start.
A wounded warrior reaps no fame,
refighting battles lost to the past.
For though forged in love's exquisite flame,
fragmented memories failed to last.
While pursuing fate with bated breath,
you hone the edge of forbidden thrills.
And take your pleasure in taunting Death;
using liquid fire and magic pills.
Disappointment draws your troubled soul
towards shadows: away from the light.
And levies an emotional toll:
fueling feelings of fight or flight.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.