#form poems on Hello Poetry

Leanne Nov 25

Stars upon which I gaze from here on Earth,
Each one special, formed in space in its "solar birth."
When I look up to find my "special star,"
In one swift scan, I see you shining so bright, yet so far.
It's hard to find you sometimes with other stars shooting by so fast.
If I could just grab you and keep you, my "special star" in a jar so you could last.
Oh, if I could just hold you right here in this jar made of glass...
I can never touch you by hand, as you're a giant ball of gas.
But if I were to keep you sitting high on a mantle,
My "special star" would be like a trophy in a fine case, only for my hands to handle.
My "special star" is a treasure, so
If you take it from me and then let it go,
My heart would shatter like glass,
My heart would disappear like vapor,
If my "special star" is taken from me, then my constellation would not be complete.
My constellation wouldn't home my "special star" that completes the entirety of me.

Leanne 11/15/24 updated 12/3/24

#special #star #completes #gaze #form #space #birth #love

Kian Nov 30

mimic

When the sun sinks low,
and the world dissolves into its own dark,
does the shadow mourn the light,
its purpose stolen by the stars?
Or does it slip away unseen,
folding itself into corners
only the forgotten can reach?

Does it dream of being whole—
not the absence of something
but something itself,
a figure unbound
from the body it mimics?

When dawn stretches its golden fingers,
does the shadow flinch,
or does it rise in quiet obedience,
grateful for another day of following,
of existing only as a reflection
of what it can never become?

And when no one is watching,
does the shadow step ahead
just once,
to feel what it’s like
to be?

What is such a formless thing to do?

#shadow #light #darkness #existence #identity #freedom #form #purpose #stillness #night

MetaVerse Oct 24

Villanesque

I pick my nose
With all my fingers
And all my toes.

I sniff a rose:
The aroma lingers:
I pick my nose.

Calcium grows
My thingamajingers
And all my toes.

A horseshoe throws
A bunch of ringers:
I pick my nose.

The north wind blows
A flock of wingers
And all my toes.

A sewer sews
With several Singers:
I pick my nose
And all my toes.

#villanelle #fixed #form #nose #toes #smell #aroma #anatomy #roses #flowers

MetaVerse Oct 12

Rondeau

The changing seasons are not more changefull
Then my mistresse; neither more vengefull
Is the wooing autumn wind that sedvceth
A singing mood afore it blasteth
With bitter colde, angry and disdainfull.
Her scorne is lyke a scorpion stinge painfull
In my sad heart wich bleedeth for banefull
Her who presently nowe observeth
The changing seasons.
Her cruell scorne capricious entiseth
My heart to dispaire; itt dispaireth
Dailye and dieth from disese carefull.
Her scorne doth make my harte most woefull,
And so my smartyng heart despiseth
The changing seasons.

#love #wyatt #autumn #seasons #inconstancy #change #rondeau #fixed #verse #form

Falling Awake Oct 12

Autopilot

It seems I don't know quite how to respond,
To the pain present, within and beyond,
So, my subconscious defaults to the lead,
With habitual patterns, I proceed…
Reliant on instincts and emotions,
These primal pathways take me through motions,
Now I’m acting rash, values misaligned,
Hurting loved ones in this stressed frame of mind,
All because I’m unable to pacify,
My cortex, drenched in stimuli.

#mental #illness #coping #rhyme #free #form #bipolar #selfinquiry #reflection

MetaVerse Sep 17

Clerihew

Edmund Clerihew Bentley
Invented an eminently
Humorous verse form
Which is also a terse form.

#humor #clerihew #verse #lightverse #poetry #bentley #form #compact #succinctness

MetaVerse Sep 22

the fall

the fall
     ing leaf
is all
the fall;
i call
     my grief
the fall
     ing leaf

#triolet #fall #autumn #leaf #fixed #verse #form #grief #sorrow #sadness

MetaVerse Sep 1

alphabet soup

q                                                      h                                    r

t                                           x
                                                                                                                  p

                                            a

z                                                   y


i love u
        c                                                                                     j
                                       m
w

                       d                                                                        n
                       b

          k

                                  f

                           s                                                            g

#love #alphabet #free #freedom #space #poetry #explosion #form #formlessness

MetaVerse Aug 21

Ballade

We're fishes in the internet
Caught in the catch of net the day.
The smartest smartphones place a bet
That some night soon you'll meet a gray.
A U.F.O. (or, as they say
In England Land, a yoofo) flies
From where sweet baby scarecrows play
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

While sweating drops of acid sweat,
A cyborg prays away the gay.
A covid sneeze that's extra wet
Is heading thine iambic way.
Tuberculariaceae......
Is the password!  You win the prize!!
Ride on a rocket to Mars, crochet,
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

If you should dance a minuet,
Throw in a twerk for Claude Monet.
I fly around a jumbo jet
While crying, "Climate change!  Obey!!"
Unqualified I fly (hooray!)
A plane that fails hardwarewise.
Olympic athletes play croquet
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

Enjoy a ride in Santa's sleigh
Before you make your reindeer pies.
Do shake the darling buds of May,
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

#poetry #ballade #fixed #verse #form #shakespeare #tradition #cyber #tech #technology

MetaVerse Aug 20

A Triolet

A triolet
     's a pirouette
In a ballet
A triolet
(Or should I say
     A triolette?)
A triolet
     's a pirouette.

#poetry #fixed #verse #form #dance #move #ballet #pirouette #pronunciation