A taste of snow in the air
Wind and cold against my face
Raindrops splattering my hair
Storm clouds having a race
Wind and cold against my face
Frost crunching beneath my feet
Storm clouds having a race
Rain turns into sleet
Frost crunching beneath my feet
Raindrops splattering my hair
Rain turns into sleet
A taste of snow in the air
Pantoum
Twelve or more lines
Rhymes most often, 1st and 3rd, 2nd and 4th
First stanza is normal, first and third lines of second are 2nd and 3rd lines from first, first and third lines of third stanza are 2nd and 4th from second, and so on.
Last stanza is like the others, except that 2nd and 4th of it are the 3rd and 1st lines from FIRST stanza, respectively.
All other lines are normal.
Rhythm should be even throughout for better flow.
This form, if written correctly, has a beautiful flow and rhythm. The repeating lines complete the piece, wrapping and a bow on top; whipped cream and a cherry.I appreciate rhyming poetry, and I enjoy the challenge and beauty this particular form offers.
Glory Winzer
For Poetry Writing #1, Sponsor Broken Wings
12-10-15
Categories:
winzer, rain, snow,
Form: Pantoum
Words
Written, typed, inked, filling
The space inside my head, where perhaps there should be something
Other than fantasies that I’m so eager to share with the world
After all, it has so little of its own,
So, you think that’s a bad thing, that it shouldn’t be that way,
That, perhaps, I should get my head out of the clouds?
Well, guess what!
I like my clouds, I like the sky, I like the sun,
And, hey, you hypocrite, get OFF of my cloud
Find someone else to destroy, to tear down.
(Or get your own cloud, there's no sense in ruining others’)
Seriously
My fantasy is my own, though many have shared it
And, by the way, I think that your halo is stuck
On the horns that not even your sinful perm can hide
Now, get off and stay off
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Categories:
winzer, anger,
Form: Free verse
Big hairy brute
I saw once before
Good or bad, we don’t know
Fiend or friend, hard to tell
Often living in woodland places
Or in the mountains.
Truthfully, what would happen if he came out?
Maybe we could find him
You could contact the government
They could make him an endangered species
He could be part of the world!
Outsider, Bigfoot would be
Really, just a sight to see
Maybe he’s better off
A myth beyond the trees
Never to be seen by humanity
Glory Winzer
-Bigfoot contest-
©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.
Categories:
winzer, imagination,
Form: I do not know?