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Plunge
into
the joyous
waters of life.
Nourish compassion
with graceful fountains of
love, replenished with caring.
Bathe in the light of awareness.
Drench your soul with spirit’s sense of peace.
Shine forever, cleansed by raindrops of hope.
The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
The Etheree consists of ten lines of unmetered and unrhymed verse, the first line having one syllable, each succeeding line adding a syllable, with the total syllable count being fifty-five. This concise form is meant to focus on one idea or subject. You may use punctuation as needed.
Articles (a, an, the) are limited to two. “The” used twice.
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A storm torn boat thrashed on the ocean waves
As gales of wind knocked out their lanterns’ glow.
A frantic captain yelled “all hands on deck!”
Then watched as sails tore free; they’d moved too slow.
Brave as a lion, captain steered their course
Though jagged rocks scraped ‘gainst the hull with force.
The seamen battled through the dark of night
Until the seas grew calm at morning’s light.
They stood in silence, those that still remained
And bowed their heads for mates who’d met their fate.
Time and eternity told tales of mighty seas
That claimed the brave, then crushed their ships with ease.
Entry in the contest: On the Ocean Waves
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Iambic pentameter; no particular rhyme scheme. Three quatrains.
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The rage that screams against the sky
A battle ground of angry hate
Death's anger looms; threat reaches high
The rage that screams against the sky
A voice it struggles to deny
The venom 'fore it spews too late
The rage that screams against the sky
A battle ground of angry hate.
What made bit** think she could deceive
A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt
I'm one she thought that would believe
What made bit** think she could deceive?
Fed up with lies, we're so naive
Her many victims her desserts
What made bit** think she could deceive
A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt.
I want to choke her scrawny neck
And make cruel vengeance mine to give
To make her bleed, knife's wounds inflict
I want to choke her scrawny neck
And twist until I'm held in check
But not 'fore I know she'll ne'er live
I want to choke her scrawny neck
And make cruel vengeance mine to give.
I lay my head on Satan's bed
The price was worth my deadly fate
She's cold and lives with devil's dead
I lay my head on Satan's bed
No tear I shed, no more to dread
It's over now, there's no more wait
I lay my head on Satan's bed
The price was worth my deadly fate.
Destroyer ~ Poet’s contest Name any poem with a strong title" (your poem title has to catch my eye) your most favorite outstanding title...
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orange, red and gold
brush strokes of brisk swirling winds
autumn’s artistry
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest Name: Autumn, Fall Colors (poem must be named "Autumn Colors")
Lucretia
written 9/21/2011
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Upon my sorrow’s pillow tears fall soft,
yet gentle soothing dreams appear aloft
to fill my heart with promises of you,
and banish lonely thoughts so filled with blue.
I gaze up to the starry skies above.
Upon a shooting star I wish for love ~
to fill my heart with promises of you,
and banish lonely thoughts so filled with blue.
I gaze once more; the stars they seem to say:
"Love's wish fulfilled"; my heart knows you will stay!
Protected in your arms at last I know,
our love forever found will bloom and grow.
Sponsor Tirzah Conway
Contest Name: Shooting Stars
Repitier Poem (not listed under "Form"-see notes)
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Budding, new,
waiting to bloom.
Small, quaint, but
frustration looms.
Where are they?
Blushing, I fume!
Thirty-two bra size ~ I’m doomed.
:(
nette onclaud’s contest entered 6/16/2012:
THE CROWN OF MY BODY----A WHITNEY
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upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still
as sunset bids adieu to day
I feel so cold, a deadly chill
upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still
so desolate, bereft of will
with trepidation, feet of clay
upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still
as sunset bids adieu to day.
whose evil spell did weave such pain
that took this heart, and bled my soul
I've lost too much, and can't remain
whose evil spell did weave such pain
my morrow's hopes all died in vain
for death I know the bell doth toll
whose evil spell did weave such pain
that took this heart, and bled my soul.
the sea sings dirges of my fate
my skirts form wings, blown by the wind
the waves collide on rocks that wait
the sea sings dirges of my fate
a voice begs 'no', but it's past late
I brace and leap; soul's suff'ring's end
the sea sings dirges of my fate
my skirts form wings, blown by the wind.
© 11/10/2011 Lucretia Crouse
Triolet is an eight line poem where the first line is repeated for line four and the first two lines are repeated as a refrain for lines seven and eight.
Triolet Rhyme Scheme: A B a A a b A B Written in iambic tetrameter (8-syllable lines)
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Sliding down the banister of life...
make sure the splinters point away.
Let go of what's gone behind.
Face the bumps with courage.
Don't mourn your journey.
Slide with laughter...
it's the ride
of your
life.
Brian Strand’s CONTEST NO 184 any theme/form max 12 lines Do NOT add name, photo, or any data/info to your entry. Poem only please.
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Growing old to some may mean dying;
Relinquishing the attributes of youth.
Once we become seventy or eighty,
What more of life's left; is this true?
I feel young and happy on the inside
No regrets, I've been blessed, each day's new.
Grey hairs and wrinkles may adorn me
Oh, but I still feel life's joys, just like you!
Life may have made me a lot slower, but
Don't give up on me yet; I've more living to do!
Sponsor: Nancy Jones
Contest Name: This is how life feels when you get to be my age...
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In castle dark a priest strides forth within,
his only weapons ~ Bible and a cross.
His mission to destroy this Satan’s sin,
although forever he’d grieve from this loss.
This priest was guilty, his own sins he probes.
He’d formed a tryst with woman ~ at what cost?
His heart beat heavy underneath his robes,
and knew if Satan won God would be lost.
Within a coffin lay his lady fair ~
a countenance of innocence she wore.
‘Til eyes pierced forth with evil’s darkened glare,
and robes of white surrounded Satan’s whore.
So one by one he slowly lit the fires
and cast around himself a holy wall.
Yet still he quivered, fighting off desires
to let fair maiden live ~ God, end this call!
She rose and flew above the frightened Priest.
A look of sadness mixed with haughty hate
from dead black eyes a countenance released.
Her lust for blood grew, priest would meet his fate.
As Priest cast up God’s book to block her way,
in anger she flew forward with contempt.
A battle thus ensued; just one would stay…
through holy wall she broke on third attempt.
A tear ran down his face with silent grief.
Yet still, with strength, he raised his Bible high.
She tempted him just one more time, love’s thief
then flew with rage, this vampire would defy.
His Bible dropped aground and burst to flame.
His fear grabbed hold; temptation turned to war.
As Jesus wept, would evil win this game?
With one last cry for what was lost, he swore.
A power from God’s wrath burst forth to kill
his flower who’d turned into living dead.
Her body fell as petals, lying still…
he bowed and prayed; love’s words remained unsaid.
Contest Sponsor: ~ SKAT ~
Contest Name: Dark Eerie Poetry Tales
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