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How-tos for all things poetry; learn how to analyze a poem, construct a haiko, differentiate between a metaphor and simile and more.
New Form of Poetry for Me
The breccbairdne is an Irish quatrain form. Here are the basic guidelines: Quatrain (or four-line stanza) form. Five syllables in the first line; six syllables in the other three lines. Each line ends with a two-syllable word. Lines two and four rhyme. All end words consonate. Quick note: Consonance is the act of repeating consonant sounds. by Robert Lee Brewer
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
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I never realized how much you loved me Until you set me free Free to be me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Whispers in the Wildwood
Hush now, gather close, the fire's warm and low, A tale I weave, where shadows twist and secrets grow. I met a stranger on a train, eyes like stormy seas, He spoke of whispers on the wind, and carried mysteries. He spoke of caverns deep and dark, where whispers danced and played, Of hidden chambers, cold and stark, where treasures long were laid. A map he showed, etched on his skin, a spiderweb of lines, He promised fortune, wealth within, if I would follow signs. Intrigue like wildfire burned within, a yearning to explore, But doubt and fear, like serpents twin, slithered around the core. We ventured forth at moonlit hour, into the forest deep, The air grew thick, with unseen power, secrets the shadows keep. Each creaking branch, a whispered threat, each rustling leaf, a sigh, The path ahead, a silhouette, beneath the inky sky. We reached the mouth, a cavern wide, a gaping, hungry maw, The stranger smiled, with secrets I, could never fully draw. "Are you sure you wish to venture in?" his voice, a chilling sound, My heart it pounded, trapped within, a web of fear unbound.
By Sher singh3 years ago in Poets
