#prosody - Hello Poetry

Let scarlet feathers go as love does exiled too One hundred leagues One hundred Roman feet One hundred prosody For Augustus' dreams condemns me treacherously and I cannot breathe Each gasp for life is death Each death a new stanza Let scarlet feathers go as love does in exile, too across white cloudy fields beneath the asphalt sea Let scarlet feathers go free

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Apr 27, 2021

Apr 27, 2021 at 7:08 PM UTC

u16102

Ovid's Cure

Let scarlet feathers go as love does exiled too One hundred leagues One hundred Roman feet One hundred prosody For Augustus' dreams condemns me treacherously and I cannot breathe Each gasp for life is death Each death a new stanza Let scarlet feathers go as love does in exile, too across white cloudy fields beneath the asphalt sea Let scarlet feathers go free

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Words were worthless when our whimsical wishes got vanquished by distance, draining dreams of us together. Darling! We didn't dare draw an inch closer. Catastrophe came, crushing us to the core..covid! Covid! Consistent callous company for months on and on flying far in fantasy, fingers flailing and fumbling for a faint trace of reality in which you were absent, folly! The agony and ache in every atom ate away at me as acid on iron. Ah! La! Love again, loses my lavish language, leaving lips ludicrous, lying, loquacious and the tongue tied, terrified to tell the truth..Darling! Dare me to delude you for I am desperate to devour you in this dream; Delusion! Delusion! Bare bitter bold brutality crushing the dream, crashing hard in our core..covid! covid! Dear! despite it all, don't doubt the divine dream, don't doubt that I love..

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Mar 27, 2020

Mar 27, 2020 at 6:54 PM UTC

TinaRSH

Covid!

Words were worthless when our whimsical wishes got vanquished by distance, draining dreams of us together. Darling! We didn't dare draw an inch closer. Catastrophe came, crushing us to the core..covid! Covid! Consistent callous company for months on and on flying far in fantasy, fingers flailing and fumbling for a faint trace of reality in which you were absent, folly! The agony and ache in every atom ate away at me as acid on iron. Ah! La! Love again, loses my lavish language, leaving lips ludicrous, lying, loquacious and the tongue tied, terrified to tell the truth..Darling! Dare me to delude you for I am desperate to devour you in this dream; Delusion! Delusion! Bare bitter bold brutality crushing the dream, crashing hard in our core..covid! covid! Dear! despite it all, don't doubt the divine dream, don't doubt that I love..

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I am Bic Pentameter Bic Pentameter is my name Rhythm is my business Time management is my game Short, Long & Sons employ me To tidy up their verse The satirists are not too bad But Catullus is a curse I have danced with Sappho Brought Shakespeare home for tea Swapped pretty tales with Byron Bounced da Padova on my knee Marlowe picked a fight for nought Auden spiked my drink Wordsworth was insomnolent He never slept a wink Yeats, now there's an anecdote Worthy of the press The critic's choice by all accounts The brightest and the best But listen to me prattling on To my work I must attend Performance, prosody, poesy The rules of scansion do not bend For metre is all important When reciting off by heart The classic works of yesteryear And I shall play my part

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Jan 2, 2019

Jan 2, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC

annh

I am Bic Pentameter

I am Bic Pentameter Bic Pentameter is my name Rhythm is my business Time management is my game Short, Long & Sons employ me To tidy up their verse The satirists are not too bad But Catullus is a curse I have danced with Sappho Brought Shakespeare home for tea Swapped pretty tales with Byron Bounced da Padova on my knee Marlowe picked a fight for nought Auden spiked my drink Wordsworth was insomnolent He never slept a wink Yeats, now there's an anecdote Worthy of the press The critic's choice by all accounts The brightest and the best But listen to me prattling on To my work I must attend Performance, prosody, poesy The rules of scansion do not bend For metre is all important When reciting off by heart The classic works of yesteryear And I shall play my part

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A young man is wanted for ****** A hired hand at his heels, he wanders the earth in search of solace. Oasis found in a tired old town, he waits for the ties to be bound.

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Sep 22, 2018

Sep 22, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC

Brody_Blue

Out This Day

A young man is wanted for ****** A hired hand at his heels, he wanders the earth in search of solace. Oasis found in a tired old town, he waits for the ties to be bound.

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