Syllable Counting Poems | Examples


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Premium Member 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!!!!!

Syllable Dance

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

Dont Structure My Free Verse Please

Both enjoyable to read yet syllable counting and metering
Are not for me they tend to bend my mind and intertwine
Where I feel free to bend the rules with free verse poetry
A particular rhythm and rhyme takes up to much of my time

Free verse sets me free to think and write at the same time
Not worrying about structuring a verse with rhythm and rhyme
Calculating thinking and structuring limits me all at the same time
forgetting the thought’s I wanted to write down

All and all both are equal and fun
Choose one or the other it is your choice, not mine


Contest: Free Verse vs Structured
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date Created: 11/16/2019 My Birthday


Premium Member In the Moment

I was in yoga class,
in the middle of Salutation To The Sun;
and in the moment, I imagined an hourglass,
drip, dripping-  then words came in my head one by one;
and I was putting them together till a line I had spun.

We had moved on to Swan,
oh, such a lovely poise  but I was syllable counting;
I was there in class but from reality I was withdrawn,
words kept drifting in my head-  in words I was drowning;
we were doing the Cosmic Dancer- ouch pain was mounting.

My lines became more lines,
then we did Camel and Bridge-  and a poem was in motion;
I was trying to keep the words within my mind's confines,
and finally we had moved to meditation and I was full of emotion;
my poem and I were floating in the deep blue pacific ocean.

____________________________
August 4, 2017

Quintain(English)/In The Moment
Copyright Protected, ID 926890

Written for the contest, English Quintain
sponsor, Sara Kendrick


Eleventh Place

Premium Member B R E a T H L E S S - the Cinquain Style

~Breathless~
( The American Cinquain Style )


You are

So beautiful to me

In your eyes  I see love

Moon, stars, in the warmth of your love

I'm breathless.



Dorian Petersen Potter
 aka ladydp2000
 copyright@2016



April.14.2017



“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain- 


~ Author's  Notes:

The "American Cinquain " is a poetry style created in 2010, by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000.
My Cinquain version( The American Cinquain Style)  goes by word counting, and not  by syllable counting)

Premium Member B R E a T H L E S S - the Cinquain Style

~Breathless~
( The American Cinquain Style )


You are

So beautiful to me

In your eyes I see love

Moon, stars, in the warmth of your love

I'm breathless.



Dorian Petersen Potter
 aka ladydp2000
 copyright@2016



March.13.2017



“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain- 


~ Author's  Notes:

The "American Cinquain " is a poetry style created in 2010, by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000.
My Cinquain version( The American Cinquain Style)  goes by word counting, and not  by syllable counting)


Premium Member My Very Sweet Love - the Cinquain Style

~My  Very Sweet  Love~
( American Cinquain )


I  dream
That you're beside me
Always holding me so very close
Against your heart and inside your strong arms
My love

My love
For you grows more 
With heart that overflows with love
I'm the luckiest beneath the moon, the stars
My love.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@ 2017


March.08.2017



“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain 


~Author's Notes:

The  " American Cinquain " is a poetry form or style created in 2010 by Dorian Petersen Potter.
My Cinquain version (The American Cinquain ) goes by word counting and not by syllable counting.

Premium Member Autumn Is Here Again - the Diatelle Style

~Autumn Is Here Again~
(The ( Free Style) Diatelle)



Fall
Vibrant
Colorful
Such nice season
Watching the leaves changing
Colours and then just falling
From every single tree covering all the ground 
As the weather suddenly changes and just cools down
During this time of the year and right thru
Perfect time to enjoy nice walk
Spend time with family
Have a good time
Relax some
All the
Time



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010


September.25.2016


The Diatelle is a fun, syllable counting form like the etheree with a twist. This poetry form may be written on any subject matter and looks best center aligned in a diamond shape.The Diatelle form was created by Bradley Vrooman.

Premium Member The Soup Pot

I searched for a poetry site
 found quite a few that weren't right
 then this wonderful group
 called poetry soup
 made me feel just "write"

 I knew nothing of forms or meter
 syllable counting was sweeter
 In this soup pot 
 I learnt quite a lot
 And my writing got neater

 I entered contests at times
 with poems both fun and sublime
 and so here I am
with my poetry fam
 enjoying both free verse and rhyme

Counting

Writing a Haiku
           Try not to Obsess about
                Syllable counting

Premium Member Appreciation, No Superstition

As for each number 
Thirteen appreciation 
No superstition

As for each colour
Violet appreciate 
No superstition

As for animals
Black cat appreciation 
No superstition

Appreciation contest


revisited to conform the correct HaiKu syllable counting

Silver Lining

Silk scarved words; silver lined apocalypse-
   A distant stars regret will not ever
Surmount rash amounts of emotion, this
   Disgusting leak of Heart, preyed on. Never
To match sunstroked day breaking; wint'ry
   Fragments protrude strangely from corpse smiles
Which speak speak drifting incantations with me,
   A deaf mute, caged by the shine of your eyes.
Traversing a circle of little Death,
   A cycle of red and blues: cardiac
Arrest of the sweetest sortings; now to mesh
   Touch with sultry glances that counteract 
Vocal chords on the offensive. Nothing
Beyond other's whispers, not worth hearing. 



"Silver Lining"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith

(Disclaimer: I could not find a correct, per-se, form to put this under. The rhyme scheme and syllable counting match Shakespearean Sonnets, but I would consider this more of a  'Free Verse' Sonnet. As there was no proper category for me to submit this under, and I do not want readers to believe I am submitting wrong or falsely promoting my work.)

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