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For, Silence she chose, to let time reveal the truth,
Clandestine promises she kept, not to get misconstrued,
When fear in believing people, strangled her to death,
For, silence she chose, to let time reveal the truth,
Blind love and compassion she had bestowed with strewth,
On the one, who gave back false hopes with betrayal, all to feud,
For, Silence she chose, to let time reveal the truth,
Clandestine promises she kept, not to get misconstrued.
The triolet is perfect for this kind of repetition, because the first line of the poem is used 3 times and the second line is used twice. If you do the math on this 8-line poem, you'll realize there are only 3 other lines to write: 2 of those lines rhyme with the first line, the other rhymes with the second line.
Dr Zik Mar 2015
The door is always open
for You!
ZIKET
It is the shorter poetic form of a poem than Haiku (Japanese). It is a popular form of unrhymed international poetry written in English, which have got popularity and evolved in the 21st century. In this type of genre (one of two Ziket and Zinet), a complete poem consists of two poetic lines; Ziket is a short poetic form, having syllables 1 to 8 in first-line and 1 to 5 in the second line but minimum syllables must be 6 in total.

Writer, Translator (English to Urdu, Punjabi), Journalist (Resident Editor), Motivational Speaker (Youtube.com), Educationist and poet (English, Urdu, Punjabi), Dr Zik (Dr Zafar Iqbal Khokhar from Pakistan) has introduced two new genres (as poetic forms; Ziket and Zinet), in the second decade of 21st century and wrote the first "Ziket" in English with the title "Ziket" which is a short divine poem.
ZIKET
I admit your beauty Lord
Alive and matchless
“Ziket” as a new genre has full capability and capacity to express every type of poetic feelings concisely in a few words speaking volumes.
ZINET
It is the shortest poetic form in English literature. It is a popular form of unrhymed international poetry, which have got popularity and evolved in the 21st century. Nowadays, It is being rapidly adopted by modern and busy civilizations as a powerful literary tool to express emotions. "Zinet" consists of a single line having up-to 5 syllables, giving logical ending and effects is known as a complete meaningful poem.
“Haiku” a Japanese short poem is of three lines while couplet written in “Urdu Ghazal” having a full independent theme on its own, can also be considered as a shorter poem than Haiku in this regard.

But the nomenclature of short poems namely “Ziket” and ‘Zinet’ is the breakthrough in this regard.

The best writers of these genres are John Stevens, Richard Riddle, Born and Ernie Hudson
while
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Shin Jul 2020
Love until the catacombs whisper your name.
Your skin turns to ash and memories fade.
Love through the pain of the fire and flame,
as you are stabbed again by its dull blade.
For only then will you see the world's worth.
Then and only then will beauty give birth.

Battered, bruised, abused, and betrayed, you wait.
You ponder, and your patience may wear thin,
but the sun shall rise, and hand you your fate.
Soon my friend, you shall purge your deepest sin.
So, sit by the candlelight, rest your eyes.
I promise you son, true love never dies.
Viji Suresh Jul 2020
The sleepless nights I had then,
I had something to dream about,
Hope waiting at the end of the tunnel,
The life I loved, waiting out there to live.


I had known, it won't last,
It cannot be forever,
Yet, I hoped my hope won't desert,
Now that it did, I stopped to think.


The sleepless nights I have now,
I have nothing to dream about,
Hope forlorn, no light in vicinity,
My life I lead, hollow and ridden of life.
ro Jul 2020
you said you'd wait for me,
because you don't want anyone else,
now that we spoke,
will you still wait?
vega Jul 2020
A renegade dream
All burned up in sins
Fall against reason
Fight against rhyme

I could stay and wait
A little while longer
But it seems that I’m
Running out of time

Yet to spill apart this
Chest, and carve my
Second thoughts onto
Your creased brows

I’d gladly let you do
The same—if only our
Fatal circumstance
Shall ever mildly allow.
Arty Jul 2020
Wait in your eyes
Looking out of window
Few minutes seem like forever

That restless walk
That slight nod of head
The noisy and the sensitive

The nearing footsteps
The wait is over
Door opens and you're in my arms

"My four legged friend
Your treats are here
And yes I love you too!"
When would the time come
When you'd be finally on time
When I won't need to wait
When you would already be there when I came..

I hope you value time as much as I do
Coz we don't know when we'll die, that's true
Please keep and do your promise
Or I might as well forget you even did

Can you really keep and do it?
Or are those just words to assure me?
Are you really ready to commit with it?
Coz if you can't please tell me

I don't know if I should still hope for you
I want to believe you, please I really do
But you've made me wait and sometimes even stood me up
Now I don't really know if there's nothing up..
Ineffable Jul 2020
HE
He is one with a scarred past,
A harbinger of bad things that were to come.
Silent to opinions of strangers.
He who called family was decisions of fate.
Lowered with labels, suppressed feelings.
Titled "Man" by the noose called society.
He suppressed it down, playing it low.
Until, he met her, who comforted his soul.
Gave him hopes and lit his world.
Pulled him up from the clutches of darkness,
Stood by him, Became his anchor.
For every storm they faced,
Every lonely night they made it through with a smile.
Something I was working on for quite some time, fine-tuned by someone close to me so I don't really deserve all the credits for this.
Ken Pepiton Jul 2020
alone.
Stateless space,
the world wide web of stateless space,
mapped to my mind,
my own mind, with its grand library of knowns
guessed about by other minds I may,
if I will, if I am moved to, I can soak up the spill

spilling, spewing from the reservoir
of all men may know, given
a state of rest.

Take a cookie, a reward for leaving, allowing,
letting me pound a peton in the anterior
wall of the canyon-like sulci down into
-- wait
the sulci is a wrinkle, not a canyon carved from
upstream material being squeezed
through a crack in the outer
shell, the cortical planar surface of my brain

I am alone
again, stateless selfless one all in my image
otherwise we,
when we re
sonate, ring my chime, save me by the bell curve

autism,
give me a place on your spectrum of value.
Outism,
give me an in, open a window, or a door,
breakdown a wall,

love me with reason, or leave me alone.

Listen, meaning list as list is meant in states,
stateless
situations de-ify meaning as destinated metadata
left in cookies,
rewarding the meme in you from the mind of
Jim Henson and friends.

The friends from the nursery that is not real.
Not here, but there
on Sesame Street, which I thought was in San Jose.

Yes, I have a picture of the time, a state saved
in a long list of symbols, each a cookie,
with reference to a U R L

universe
re-source {or resourcing}
locator... refer to google, should you lose my way,

some sharper turns are available here where
physics is protognosis,
after
life is meta allathat, now is as now as ever was or
ever shall be.

Neither luck nor physics stand to block this flow through
nada
zilch, stateless space, as good as grace, no guile,
innocent - non- nascent

stateless. Not even a Turing machine in sight and then
what should appear?
as we see, we get
a state where any imaginable machine may be
with us as a - whatever

here we be, re a ranged, or dered, idiot tic tic tic ti esti
whoa.

You and the horse you rode in on.
This is my own state of grace, and you are welcome.
If you know what I mean,
welcome, here, my state of grace, where I bake all the cookies
I could ever wish for,
that was the wish,
circumstances complied with, layer after layer of complexity,
eventually,

we pause, selah. These days coming into an oasis with
cookies waiting to settle you into
default mode, commonly sensed, distant sounds
that would be
noise,
were their source inside your mind or head or heart or wh
at ere what or where, where
noises are all delusional, used to fit allusions to former illusions.

Welcome.
In each new language, tradition is that the first response ought always be:
hello world... space space
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