She Only Had Herself
A Diminishing Verse Poem
Wishes were for Genies to grant
For now, she could only rant
Everything seemed too big for an ant
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Her brain ran out of space
Her problems made her pace
To calm her mind, she needed to ace
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She was fidgety as she sat on the chair
Lost her marbles, wanted to yank out her hair
Then surmised she needed some air
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Going outdoors was overwhelming to start
So instead she would bake a tart
On it, she would design some art
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She invited her best friend over for a chat
Baked the tart after putting on her chef's hat
Her design on it was pulchritudinous to look at
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She put the piquant tart on a plate
Her friend didn't show up, it was getting late
In the end, alone she ate
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The Diminishing Verse Poem is commonly written in tercets (three lines in each stanza)
The last word of each line gradually “diminishes” from one line to the next, usually by removing one or two letters from the beginning of the word.
An example of this would be the transition from “smart” to “mart” to “art”.
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OH. EMM. GEE! This is incredibly awesome! *Wowed* *Wants to try it but will take some time to get over my 'wowed-ness'* Thank you so much for writing and sharing this! 😍
Hi Dharrsheena Not only did I become absorbed by the heartbreak depicted by your unique voice. Once again I learned something! The Diminshing Verse Poem. Pauline 🌸
wow, its so beautiful.
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Wow! This was wonderful. Again something I have never heard of! You are so talented!
WOW..
This is so cool! Especially loved this part: "She was fidgety as she sat on the chair Lost her marbles, wanted to yank out her hair Then surmised she needed some air" Nice work!
beautiful poem..... Really lovely and the last line at the end just left me speechless ..." nice, keep it up, a great piece...
I never seen this type of poem before. That is a talent to write, for it to make sense and come together as one piece. The last three lines tied it all up.
Congratulations on the Creator of the Year Dharrsheena and for being such a Great Supporter for all of us ! 🥰❤️💞💞💞💞💞
Wow! New poem to me. Thank you for that. Well written too. BEST!
Well written. Never heard of such a poem before. Thank you for introducing it to me (us).
This describes both the loneliness and self-isolation of an anxiety-ridden mind perfectly. Bravo!
Wonderful work!
Technical question: This is a diminishing poem because the words get smaller/ shorter each verse. Is there a type of poem that does the opposite? So like it builds the word bigger as it goes like at/ rat/ scrat ?? Lol no idea if scrat is a word... 😅
Pure art pure imagination I love reading till the end. Amazing words
I feel bad for Genies :-)
Smashing words and how I feel sometimes, ty xx
Love Your creativity 💗
You are good at what you do. Keep it up🤗
The format is lovely. The story sad and relatable. Your poetry always speaks to me with its message
Such a cool form applied to great effect- I like the through-line in the poem
I love the pacing and rhythmic feel of this one, as soon as I opened it I remembered what it was all about still had to give it a second read! 🩵
Wow, didn't know about tercets - good read.
Interesting art, thanks for sharing this work of art 🎭👏🏾