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Strongly Worded

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

Categories: worded, poems,
Form: Other

mary jane re-worded

an hour farther
time art even and...
hollowed be the game

the kinks that come
can be undone from...
any nerves gone uneven

so for us these days
are daily bred for sieving...
trash from gained stuff

and get to this
our time-station to...
deliver an even-all main


stan sand

Categories: worded, absence, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Free verse

To Paint With Worded Brush

My words – but feeble brushes
attempt to recapture
the essence of a masterpiece
in black and white lines,
to give flight to a long dormant eagle,
raise a long set sun,
scorch the soul of the horizon,
make diamonds of the dew.

To paint with worded brush
the infamy of sunrise red
setting fire to daybreak,
the purple edge of waking blue
clinging to the moonlight,
the

Categories: worded, art, imagery, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse

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Yelpers Worded Whisper

PHELPS THE TENSION
THAT SHE STEERS TO SPEAK
NOT REALLY KNOWING WHAT TO SAY
IT BARES MENTIONING
AND THRU FURTHER SIGNALING
IF WHATS SPOKEN IS TO
HAVE IT'S WAY.
WHO SEE'S LIKE LOVERS
THE EXPRESSIONS OF THOUGHTS
THAT ARE WORDED
AND SPOKEN IN DISPLAY
MIGHT THAN SHOULD WE MENTION
TO HAVE ONLOOKERS ATTENTION
TO BRING SUDLEY TO WHAT YOU SHOULD SAY.

Categories: worded, music, myth, words,
Form: Lyric

My Big Worded Aunt

She went into apocalyptic shock.
What is that?
I do not know, but it sounds catamorphic to me.
I smile at my aunt, who knows everything.
Always has, always will.
And that means?

It means a psycholometergist was called in.
Really? It sounds more like a medical condition to me.
Where did you get your degree? Online?
Talking to her is  a treat.
She

Categories: worded, word play, words,
Form: Light Verse

My Worded Night

Can there be another quiet night?
A night never known to be in existence
A night to have blanket over light
A night to have shared broken silence

It hides, hiding and hidden well
Never in the findings to find and be found
And it dwells so well where darkness fell
Too pure in soundings perhaps, to even hear a sound

Is there

Categories: worded, mystery, night, lost, lost,
Form: Imagism