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Badabee bada boom
Cabaala vroom vroom
Up in the sky
I fly on my broom
Valleys and vales
Over dry hay bales
On wispy clouds
My twitchy broom sails
By the moonlight dim
Those sighting Grimm
I search far and wide
They’re my next victim
Dissecting their hearts
Burying other parts
Potions I make
For my dark arts
Green red golden & blue
Tonics in every hue
Sparks fly while I invent
Myriad concoctions anew
Turning mice to owl
& Hounds to fowl
Transformations galore
All of them in my bowl
Powders that enchant
Varied pills for penchant
Chinkaara hula hoo hoo
Incantations I chant
Yes I am a Sorceress
Conjuring spells and curses
Necromancy, black magic and voodoo
Excel in all, with me don’t mess
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Oh today seems to be such a bore
Nothing to complete, no chore
I wish I could be out more
Enjoy the Dull grey clouds by the shore
Or that I could go home & snore
Listening or reading some folklore
Enjoying the day to the core
Dancing and burning the floor
Or shopping at a mall’s store
There’s so much out there to explore
Stuff you can’t simply ignore
At last the clock strikes four
I hit out and about the door
Darn the traffic-jam I swore
Through dusty roads I scour
At last traffic’s better than before
Wind blowing at my face, I so adore
Plush surroundings for eyes, galore
Soon through empty roads I tore
& suddenly around corner there’s a Furor
Oh I they're watching the cricket score
Cricket obsessed nation we are, hardcore
Hope we win is all I implore
After a long drive I feel so sore
At this moment I dint want anymore
Laziness in me began to soar
Just wanna reach my bed’s décor
Sleep and snooze around till yore
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Tongue twister poem is a self created form. In this form every line has a tongue twisting
effect with ample usage of Onomatopoeia...
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Swishy swashy waves washing sea shores..
Splattering spluttering slowly foam scours..
Rumbling rambling whooshing, wave roars..
Cackling clashes cracking rocky cores..
Gushing winds growl, grumbling giddy..
Thumping tumbles every trembling tree..
Slashing splashing rushes rain..
Whizzing whooping plunking on window pane…
Sitting on stairs, staring stars at night..
Melting mellow in murmuring moonlight..
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The rhyme-scheme used here is aabbccdd
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Vers Beaucoup
The Vers Beaucoup, a poem for created by Curt Mongold, which is French for “many
rhymes”. Each stanza (you can have as many stanzas as desired as long as they follow the
rhyming scheme) consists of four lines with a rhyming word scheme of:
a-a-a-
a-b-b-
b-c-c-
c-d-d
Each rhyme can only use a MAXIMUM of three words. The fourth “a” rhyme carried over to
the second line causes enjambment and creates a strong internal rhyming structure.
(Definition of enjambment The continuation of a syntactic unit from one line or couplet of a
poem to the next with no pause.)
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Astrology
The stars, the Mars, destiny afar
The scars of yesterday seem to come my way
All the way. Even the moon, clouds strewn
Like wispy balloon seem to mourn, ominous and forlorn
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The searcher, deciphering future, to nurture
And raconteur. Symbols and signs, falling in lines
Astrological designs. Depicting life, joy and strife
Or anything rife. Past wreak, prospect mystique..
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Fortune untold, fate uncontrolled that planets behold
Young or old, only a seer and his peer
With a crystal sphere or tantras and mantras
Even using yantras, predict events or any ascents
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Sometimes soothsayers play doomsayers and naysayers
Asking us to conduct prayers. To create peace and release
And increase a planet’s interjection or correct a defection
Such complication! Makes astrology seem like mythology
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Summer
Hot sultry
Scorching burning de-hydrating
Breeze rustles the leaves
Sunny
Rain
Fresh
Drizzling Refreshing invigorating
Freshness in the leaves
Monsoon
Autumn
Bereft dull
Crumpling fading descending
Break off, the leaves
Fall
Winter
Harsh cold
Snowing chilling
Blizzard burying leaves
Frost
Spring
Colourful beautiful
Blooming blossoming flowering
Green are all the leaves
Vernal
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Mini-monoverse
The Mini-monoverse is a poetry form originated by Emily Romano. Each Mini-monoverse is
made up of two stanzas of five three-syllable lines. They rhyme scheme is a/a/a/a/a for the
first
stanza and b/b/b/b/b for the second stanza. For a double Mini-monoverse just add two more
stanzas. They rhyme scheme for the third stanza should be c/c/c/c/c and for the fourth
stanza,
d/d/d/d/d. It is desirable that the Mini-monoverse tell a story, but this is not a hard and fast
rule.
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Cold Swimming pool
Lo Behold.!!
Icy cold
Jumped in and rolled
Advanced uncontrolled
Agony untold
Stupid act
Very Bad impact
Inability to react
Matter of fact..
Forgot to retract
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People think I am a freak
Wondering what chaos I shall wreak
Seeing me they want to gag
Just cos I am dressed in rag
Shamelessly begging for alms
Cupping my blistered palms
Destitute, I have no home
Throughout the day I roam
Western, central and harbor line
But when I board people whine
I sit there staring at passing sights
Sunset, sunrise and dim street lights
Mountains, bridges, concrete jungles
Pass by, as a prayer my lip burbles
Alone I look for a place to rest and sleep
Full with crowds and fests, slowly my feet creep
Full of suspicion, characteristic dereliction
Life has been nothing but a malediction
Tirade and anger seething in every heart
Almighty resides in the fancy trinket mart
Going gets tough but seldom do I look askance
Survival is my goal, paltry is my chance
Don’t know where I started
My life seems thwarted
Don’t know where this would end
Striving for a livelihood, I defend
No I am not a propitious reveler
Rather just a footboard traveler
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He threw pebbles at her window
Hiding behind the fence, bent low
She crept & pulled the curtains
To see him peep amidst fountains
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By the moonlight she saw him
His passion & zeal to the brim
Motioning her to come down
Stealthily she reached for her gown
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They met in garden under starlit sky
Gazing at wispy clouds, this night in July
Droplets of rain caressing her face
His fingers outlining them in trace
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Lost in each other ambling towards a pond
They set sail on boat, waxing moon beyond
An hour they spent under moonlight bliss
She came back home reliving her midnight kiss…
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