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Standing close to the edge
At the dawn of their birth
They migrate from afar
Through warmer seasons
Carried by soft winds
Aroma from flowers
Leads to their nests
Perched high atop
Where hatchlings await
New foliage emerges
Nearby young lovers
Search for soul mates
Neap tides ebb and flow
Spring season brings change

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Poem About Spring
When we respect each other, there will be love.
Through mutual affection, we achieve peace .
Peaceful communities lead to harmony .
Tolerance and patience produce harmony.
Beauty and kindness are foundations of love.
With better understanding, we nurture peace.
With open hearts and minds, our thoughts seek love.
In each new connection, there is harmony .
We all share this earth, so why not strive for peace?

For coexistence, spread peace, love, and harmony!

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I'm using the pattern words: Peace, love, and harmony
The sound of death approaching near
Call to the battlefield was clear
To uphold, honor, and obey
No turning back, he chose to stay
For loved ones and those that were dear

Swallowing his pride, wiping tears
No pain did he feel and no fear
A soulful song, for him, they play
The sound of death approaching near

From above, an angel sings cheer
Saint Michael himself doth appear
Victory rings true, how brave were they
There is no night, no more the day
Their cry is all that he can hear
The sound of death approaching near

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feel free to comment - my attempt at a rondeau
A Poem About War
The clock strikes an hour
As pendulum swings to and fro
Measuring beats in each second
Machinery sensing vibrations
The towering clock stands tall
High and mighty above us all
Announcing time to go
The chiming bells doth ring an echo
Sounding an alarm
Stopping the wanderings
Of a mind that senses the gap
Marking one's existence
In the space-time fabric
The duration that elapsed
Returning to the present
Knowledge of the current
Time that is displayed
By two hands splayed
Occupied in a corner
Defining its place
Carving out its own space
For the lone individual self

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In this poem, the triggering subject is the clock. The generated subject is a sense of time. Movement is created by association.
Drenched in the rain that won't cleanse my soul,
Within the heart, restless passions arise.
The storm subsides; what's left is a hole.
Give up everything, for you, is it wise?

  A world that laughs and scoffs at poetry,
  Accusing love's magic as wizardry.
  Written in stars, by Gods, is destiny.
  Purified by our youth and chastity,

  In my own shelter I find belonging.
  A true heart's desire I could not sense.
  Sweet and pure like a song to be singing,
  Feelings I hide are thoughts I have misplaced.

  Once again, lost memories come to life,
  Tormented to be in my grief and strife.

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I'm a student and always improving on my writing! Feel free to leave comments :)  My entry to the Shakespearean Sonnet Poetry Contest.
There are fourteen lines in a Shakespearean sonnet. The first twelve lines are divided into
three quatrains with four lines each. In the three quatrains the poet establishes a theme or
problem and then resolves it in the final two lines, called the couplet. The rhyme scheme of the
quatrains is abab cdcd efef. The couplet has the rhyme scheme gg. This sonnet structure is
commonly called the English sonnet or the Shakespearean sonnet, to distinguish it from the
Italian Petrarchan sonnet form which has two parts: a rhyming octave (abbaabba) and a
rhyming sestet (cdcdcd).
This circle must complete
With each of Earth's orbit
It's a cycle that will repeat

But when global warming
Triggers mass glacial melting
From ozone layer's depleting

Where oil spills can ruin an ocean
Being used as garbage collection
Causing every ecosystem's suffocation

More landfills from over-consumption
Still, we opt for deforestation
Resulting in fresh water reduction

In disrupting her delicate cycle,
Can we understand that excess is not natural?
Wounded, it takes her longer to heal!

Like our mother, she has borne us all
Give her love! Must we watch her fall?
Open your eyes! Let's heed her call!

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A Poem About Earth Day (Free Verse)
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