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Sam Hain Mar 2015
The ballerina's pirouette:
   This is the little triolet.
Within a faëry scene and set
The ballerinas pirouette
To a limpid midnight minuet
   In Thumbelina-esque ballet.
The ballerina's pirouette:
   This is the little triolet.


A triolet's first line echoes throughout
Its second line is also heard again
As if (within a cave) it was a shout
A triolet's first line echoes throughout.
These are the simple rules you must not flout
Only two rhymes, repeated by refrain:
A triolet's first line echoes throughout,
Its second line is also heard again.
Marian Apr 2014
Sunrays are slanting through the trees
While the sweet tiny bluebells sway
In sweet summertime's blowing breeze
Sunrays are slanting through the trees
While the sweet tiny bluebells sway
In the warmth of the tender day
Sunrays are slanting through the trees
While the sweet tiny bluebells sway

*~Marian~
Probably Not One Of My Best
But I Hope You All Enjoy It Anyway!!! :) ~~~~<3
Petal pie May 2014
He made an impression on her
Imprinted like a bed of nails
Every barbed comment made to stir
He made an impression on her
it hurt like a cigarette burn
An initially perfect male
He made an impression on her
Now trapped, he won’t let her exhale.
this is my first  attempt at the triolet form of poetry.not sure whether i should keep this right alignment! Its about someone trapped in emotional abuse x
Maggie Emmett Oct 2014
Since his death, Bluebell woods are black with pain
There is no comfort, nothing can be said
The silent forest shivers in the rain
Since his death, Bluebell woods are black with pain
Everyone asks if he was sick or sane
My dearest darling brother he is dead
Since his death, Bluebell woods are black with pain
There is no comfort, nothing can be said.

© M.L.Emmett
First published in The Mozzie Volume16, Issue 7, September 2008
Poem written in the Triolet form about my brother, Martin
Logan Robertson Nov 2018
What the fork is going on
We argue all knife long
The table settings a froze
What the fork is going on
Can't we at least spoon
A ladle here, a ladle there
What the fork is going on
We argue all knife long

Logan Robertson

11/30/2018
There were many a night it rained and the weather outside was fine.
sparkling gems adorn the night sky
studding the vast backdrop of black
glittering glints which do magnify
sparkling gems adorn the night sky
a dazzling splendor to ever beautify
sequined glories that verily eye smack
sparkling gems adorn the night sky
studding the vast backdrop of black
Chuck Mar 2013
Poetry invents jocular joy
Limpid loquaciousness rejoice
Heuristic verbiage to deploy
Poetry invents jocular joy
Dancing with Shakespeare and Tolstoy
Mellifluous melodic voice
Poetry invents jocular joy
Limpid loquaciousness rejoice
My first Triolet. Thanks Rebecca Askew for showing this form to me and for doing it so well.
sharpcastuser Nov 2011
Dark sky with amber stains
Sinking sun casts shadows over the plain
Fields of wheat redden for each strand of grain
Dark sky with amber stains
Wild horses sleep as their wanderings refrain
Full moon reigns over the terrain
Dark sky with amber stains
Sinking sun casts shadows over the plain

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sharpcastuser Jan 2011
Tides ebb and flow
A circle now complete
What washed ashore will go
Tides ebb and flow
Cast into the sea below
Destined to repeat
Tides ebb and flow
A circle now complete

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Michael P Smith Mar 2013
Fair lady, raiment of nightly white
Rides off upon her titanium steed.
A buffoon kinesic; heart she lacked.
Fair lady, raiment of nightly white,
Weeps not a tear and turns her back
Baring no regrets for wicked deeds.
Fair lady, raiment of nightly white,
Rides off upon her titanium steed.


©Michael Smith


Inspired by E.E. Cummings
Chuck Jan 2013
The world's expanse was enormous
Technology has shrunken the globe
Communicating use to be a performance
The world's expanse was enormous
My iPhone eliminates the smallness
People worldwide can wear the Emperor's Robe
The world's expanse was enormous
Technology had shrunken the globe
This is my first attempt at a triolet. It was an accepted challenge issued by Something......
Emperor's Robe is a reference to the story of swindlers tricking an emperor, meaning we now can be scammed from people on the other side of the world.
jerely Apr 2013
Im so sleepy that I can't take it anymore
Will I regain more strength than before?
Loneliness,stress,depress
Im so sleepy that I can't take it anymore
Broken voices from within
Till I fade wherein
Im so sleepy that I can't take it anymore*
Will I regain more strength than before?
Sydney Victoria Mar 2013
The Dull Dawning Sky Woke The Birds,
As It Metamorphosed In Grace,
The New Day Deserved No New Words,
For She Would've Taken Them With Her,
As Well As Every Waining Breath,
She Brought With Her Spirits For Life,
She **** With Her Spirits Of Death,
To Bring Them Back To The Heavens
I Get The Privilege Of Watching The Sunrise Everyday.. This Triolet Is A Little Off! Sorry Folks:)
Sydney Victoria Feb 2014
It Is When I Think Of Summer,
You Find Your Way Inside My Mind,
It Is When I Think Of Soft Rain,
I Remember Your Sweet Blue Eyes,
It Is When I Think Of The Sun,
It Is When I See The Stars,
It Is When I Hear Birds Singing,
I Remember I Still Love You
I Still Love You.


Happy Valentines Day.
Marian Dec 2013
The snow is falling from the sky
Sweet dogwoods are not yet in bloom
The grey clouds are floating up high
The snow is falling from the sky
"Winter is beautiful" I cry
Watching the snow from my bedroom
The snow is falling from the sky
Sweet dogwoods are not yet in bloom

**~Marian~
This is my first Triolet!!! :) ~~~~<3
Enjoy!!! :) ~~~<3
Sleepy Sigh Apr 2012
Oh, my darling, you are a mountain towering
Over my dim valleys hemmed with rivers.
The grand presence of your beauty overpowering,
Oh, my darling, you are a mountain towering
Over my valleys richly flowering,
And the sunbeams from your shoulders give me shivers.
Oh, my darling, you are a mountain towering
Over my dim valleys hemmed with rivers.

Oh, my dear, what winds might blast me
If not for your outstretched arms?
In this role that nature cast me,
Oh, my dear, what winds might blast me!
Mourning rivers would outlast me
With no haven for my fragile charms.
Oh, my dear, what winds might blast me,
If not for your outstretched arms.

Oh, my love, perhaps now you can see
Why I look up as though you are a peak
So unreachable and distant from tiny me,
Oh, my love, perhaps now you can see
(Though I think you still may not agree)
Without you bracing me, I am so weak.
Oh, my love, perhaps now you can see
Why I look up as though you are a peak.
Chuck Apr 2013
Two hearts beat as one – transcend time and space
Kinship and true love crush old paradigms
A siren seduces with just her face
Two hearts beat as one – transcend time and space
Some souls are captured in a lady’s grace
One can fall in love with a poet’s rhymes
Two hearts beat as one – transcend time and space
Kinship and true love crush old paradigms
Triolet in iambic pentameter, I hope,
13 Jul 2014
The wicker man was right
Like him we all shall burn
Ask the darkness that weaves the night
The wicker man was right
Daylight has brought us spite
The dusky Rubicon shall never discern
The wicker man—was right
Like him, we all shall burn.
Posted on December 14, 2013
sharpcastuser Nov 2011
The moment when we met
All my sins washed away
You forgave all my debts
The moment when we met
To receive your love, I wept
Like rapture on Judgment Day
The moment when we met
All my sins washed away

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I hope you like my triolet.
Sydney Victoria Apr 2013
The Oasis In My Parched Soul,
Is Really Starting To Run Dry,
I Feel No More Inspiration,
And I Can't Help To Wonder Why,
Slowly The Desert Plants Wither,
As Thirsty Birds No Longer Fly,
Only Arid Heat Leaves My Lungs,
Where Have My Beautiful Words Gone?
Oasis Of Inspiration... I Have Been Feeling Ill Due To A Nasty Case Of Writers Block... I Feel Like I Am Slowly Breaking Free:)
I beg you please, just walk away,
though I can't bear to see you go.
Don't throw your life away and stay;
I beg you please, just walk away,
Why build a dream that's lost its way?
And if you plead, I shall say no.
I beg you please, just walk away,
though I can't bear to see you go.
The Triolet Is shorter than the other forms , comprising only 8 lines. Of those 8, the poet only needs to write 5 original lines as the form builds on a rentrement - first-line refrain - and further repetition of the second line. These also initiate the only two rhymes of the poem, with all other lines either repeating or rhyming with the first two.

Originally, lines would be in Iambic Tetrameter - four sets of two beats with a weak-strong rhythm - though in more recent cases and through its English-language revival, this has been mostly left behind so that the poet can choose their own metre.

Here is a closer look at the layout, showing the rhymes and refrains, where like letters are rhyming lines and capitals are refrains.

A
B
a
A
a
b
A
B

My inspiration was the song Walk Away by Matt Monro (1965)  It's on youtube.

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