#englyn poems on Hello Poetry

ArianLlwyn Mar 2021

A concoction of terror and delight
Dispels my dimming light,
As I fail to fight my fright
Subsumed by the smiling night.

Another attempt at english englyn

#englyn #night

ArianLlwyn Feb 2021

Past Pride

Click, tick, click, tock, the old clock's hand is wrought.
Iydll, we are as dammed,
And Time will not seem as grand
When there's no one left to stand.

#englyn #short

ArianLlwyn Feb 2021

Bathing Blackbirds

Great old Black birds bathe beneath blacker storms,
Songs free, flee the clatter,
Raindrops dance till they shatter,
Sad none of this will matter.

#englyn #short

ArianLlwyn Apr 2020

Facade

Deceptive is that shared eye in the mirror.
In truth, it cannot scry,
The loneliness in my sigh,
Nor my wholly hollow lie.

#englyn #lonely #facade

ArianLlwyn Apr 2020

The Wall

A barricade, a blockade, bars my path.
“Perhaps I’m lost,” I sigh,
Trying in vain not to cry.
I yield and watch time slip by.

An attempt at the welsh englyn style (englyn unodl union if you're curious) in English.

#trapped #englyn

Mark Toney Mar 2020

Moms and Daughters-in-Law

2/17/2020 - Poetry form: Englyn - ENGLYN is a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30 syllables in four lines 10,6,7,7. The sixth syllable of line one announces the rhyme, the last syllable of the succeeding three lines rhyme with it. (The final syllable of line one is without rhyme). The content often has an enigmatic quality. - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.

#englyn #mom #daughterinlaw #words #knife #sharp #strife #marriage

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