Syllable Poems

Cries of Our Lives

Whispering sweet desires in tearing
giggling, we forget of we're laughing
tummy sweet button does taste so yummy,
How do these moments lead right up to now?

Tasting your lips, something ever lasting,
treats of your seduction to say the least,
fingers wander to love songs from singers
blasts from window won't shiver how heat lasts,

Lust come from sweetness and not the

No Blimp Equals Pickle In Pub

Golly, what a Pickle you’re In -- Bub,
How is it That you’re stuck in a Pub?
Gullible -- You look, Pimp
for why not hop, on Blimps?
and Fly in its Massive Ruba-dub.

Fourteen Syllable Sentiments

Always Remember
...summer kisses, moonlit nights, strolling by the sea...and me.

First and Last
Our last times, gone, but our first times, always in memory.
 
Music Box
A garage sale music box plays, "I will always love you".
 
From the Sky
She tumbled from the sky - what a lucky lad was I.

One Eye Blink
Heaven sent, no time to think, she was

Syllable Counting

Syllable Counting

Counting syllables is a pain in my rear
Obnoxious divisions to which I must adhere
Understanding them is not clear
Never one to learn much in school
To post good poetry, I must follow the rule.

OR NOT!!!!!

TIEN FORM SYLLABLE without title

in the midst of death lichens come to life


My secnd alternate Tien  form of ten syllable, no title 
Tien is inspired by Chidiock Tichborne first line of his monosyllabic 'Prime of Youth'

TIEN the 10 SYLLABLE FORM with title

MALE & FEMALE
 
equivalent & complementary


My alternate Tien  form of ten syllable, & title 
Ten isinspired by Chidliock Tichborne monosyllabic 'Prime of Youth'

In the arteries of my ancestors flows a river of untamed hope, older than the first spoken syllable

In the arteries of my ancestors flows a river of untamed hope, older than the first spoken syllable,
Deeper than the caves where forebears painted bison and dreams with blood and burning charcoal,
While the instinct of survival dances through our cells like a shaman drunk on life.
We are the children of a magnificent illusion weaving its

For Love We Woo

For love we woo,
say I do when
so few are found -

loveless, alone,
hold their phone like
a bone, body,

part of their skin,
never kin with
a winning heart.

Praise Be

As a child I was raised God-fearing,
but as an adult, I took to steering
my life around those,
who thought they could pose
as religious types: all “Praise be”, all cheering.

Pigeon

Once, when younger at the beach,
Dad bought us an ice cream each.
A pigeon, alert,
pooed on dad’s dessert;
no more it tasted of peach!

The Bully

A bully once roared in my face,
macho bluster, lacking all grace.
I said “Do you mind?
I think you might find,
your breath offends my personal space.”

Raindrops Haiku

Sweat and tears that rise,
to the clouds above as mist,
fall to me again.

Palindrome Limerick

I sleep in each day until *noon,
My *mum says I live on the moon,
If I think a day’s good *deed,
Is to *eye a Facebook feed,
Than to *peep outside of my room.

Syllable Dance

Tapping each finger
Words dancing under my skin
A story in short

Syllable Head Count

syllable head count
and plausible restrictions ~
   focusing required

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