Escaped
into form
without concern
for stanzas or rhyme
but the result
seems lacking,
Lyrette.
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A Lyrette is a heptastich of lines containing 2/3/4/5/4/3/2 syllables, ending in strong words
Evert poet follows a different style
Writing excellently showing a variety
We must appreciate their individuality
As wonderful news they finely mail
Poets must vary in all the ways widely
Then only classic poems will emerge
In deep ecstasy we all can submerge
May poets of this World muse shrewdly
Never criticize poets blaming their write
As that may spoil wholly their originality
We must always encourage creativity
As every poet, we must with love knight
Poetry is open to all to be wisely used
It is not at all a private affair of a group
Any person in poetry writing can top
In case he has with great talent mused
Please write poetry and actively participate
Express your heart through a broad mind
Everything peaceful, make this World find
A superlative poem, from you I anticipate.
Seven Soldiers Sought Sanctuary
From Frazzled, Frozen Feet
Worn, Weary, Walked Westward
Toting Tattered, Torn Torso
Revered Rifleman's Riddled Remains
Bravely Blocked Bullet's Barrage
Self Sacrifice Saved Seven
she is not the one that got away
she is my friend on the sweetest pedestal
she gets nothing but the utmost of my respect
when a woman is not attracted to you, then she just is not attracted to you
when a woman's mind is made up about you, then it is just what it is
when a woman just wants to be friends, you just roll with it and not trip
the end result is the most amazing experience deeper than a love that is a lie
she is not a lady that i want to bang
she is my friend accepted me as Me, My Self, and I
she gets nothing but the very best of proper praise and props
she is the Elite,
and i Thank God For My Friend
When love
penetrates the vein,
will no longer be
broken the chain,
not in sun or rain,
nothing will ever be the same,
it doesn't matter
what you allude
or what we say... !
Amigo, where do I head?
Oh my, where do I run?
Indigo, color of bed -
Seems I'm looking for fun.
Rise! Set new intricate goals!
Socialize! Learn! Achieve!
Be wise. Develop your soul -
In God strongly believe.
All stones are thrown on me,
All doors are strongly closed.
I have neither bread nor my own home.
I am beggar on a church porch.
But maybe suddenly somebody will understand me?
To me, just a kind glance would be enough.
Alas! Nobody will approach me,
Nobody will give me either kindness or pity.
But stones continue to fly at me,
And Lies, the murderer who appears so gentle
now wields a knife, smiling at me.
And the sky shivers from grief,
And stars are crying and falling.
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