Vers Poems - Poems about Vers

it is cold and flowers are d y i n g becoming w ...

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beauty all around crumbling fragile leaves soaring oh, the splendor of whirling ...

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I soar, looking down at a daffodil hill hovering, then I fly on the wind within a forest cathedral dome and to meadows of lovely wildflowers then, to a high cliff where I depart . . . floating in my reverie the music capturing my soul and I am in a sublime trance spinning, twirling whirling . . . to Mozart...

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. how much fun though to tickle ...

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Beaux petits lapins Sans chagrins Bien nourries Sans ennuies Bien au chaud Âmes si gros Près à partagés Tu n'a pas changé Aussi courageuse Ma belle serveuse Savoir le bien être Couvres vos têtes L'amour de nos jours Avait besoin de secours Me prendre par la main Vos douleurs vous faites fin...

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Poetry, look! A free worm* crawls on you hand! The French always tended to invent all sorts of nasty things: freedom, equality, fraternity, French fries, free verse. When I was a small and ardent poet, I worshipped rhymes and denied a free verse the right to be called poetry. With time I grew up and cooled down, as evidenced by the lack...

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Villanelle : Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire Pull Pound down tear veil off event horizon holes All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre Invent a machine feed it Homeric fire No enjambement perfect rhyme rhythm metre folds Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire Whoever tops the charts which...

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The writers of vers libre follow no structure, it begins with an image in their head; words imagining a picture, and soon the creating will spread; but it is not about telling a rambling story. Yes, I am guilty of...

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The deception of “free verse”: Dreams II, Translation of Etiemble’s “L’imposture du vers libre” by T. Wignesan “Free verse, free not to be verse” – Audiberti My love is not blue like a lake my love is not blue like a sky but red swollen with blood and of ire No lapping sounds of oars playing out a nocturne Bienne lake or...

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Free Verse : Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Vers Libres (Yet another possible translation of Paul Verlaine’s « Vers Libres » by T. Wignesan, though I prefer in my translations not to derange the visual structure and syntactical and linear layout – with some exceptions - of the poem) I admire the ambition Free Verse invokes And me,...

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(ohne jegliche vorbereitung) für jede träne müsste es irgendwo dort ein lächeln geben für jeden ruf eine antwort am ende jeden traumes eine erfüllung mit offenen armen zu warten bereit die realität zu umarmen für jedes ich soll dort irgendwo ein du existieren nur meins Translator: Renate Müller 03.06.2013...

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Who makes verse, libre without a net ...

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Make it Or Break it That's High School for Ya'...

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Symbols poesie pluperfect words painted enigmatic allegory images so quaint ...

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some rime in mine...

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