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You can probably tell from my posts (if you've ever looked) that I'm partial to meter and rhyme. I do, however, like ALL kinds of poetry, including less popular forms.

Young Love One look from him, her heart was swept away! Unsteady knees and trembling hands betrayed that firm resolve she'd made another day before events that shape a youthful mind could verify young love as mostly blind, a painful truth in wait for her to find. While he a lad both handsome...

Young Love One look from him, her heart was swept away! Unsteady knees and trembling hands betrayed that firm resolve she'd made another day before events that shape a youthful mind could verify young love as mostly blind, a painful truth in wait for her to find. While he a lad both handsome...

Where No Tear Falls Where no tear falls alone A wistful wind is blown When friends must say goodbye. There's nothing to condone And nothing to deny Where no tear falls alone. They part from what's been known With words in short supply When friends must say goodbye. The heart is like a stone...

The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson They are all gone away, The House is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one to-day To speak them good or ill: There is nothing more...

The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson They are all gone away, The House is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one to-day To speak them good or ill: There is nothing more...

The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson They are all gone away, The House is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill. They are all gone away. Nor is there one to-day To speak them good or ill: There is nothing more...

I sincerely want to know how others perceive it. Is a villanelle too "light" a form for the "heaviness" of this subject matter? Battered Woman It was as if no crime occurred On that or any other day To one whose pleas were seldom heard. When they believed his every word In spite of what she...

Recipe Start with a bagful of words from the past. Stir in some similes like a proper chef. Add a little irony for a touch of spice. Wrap in a metaphor bound up in a mask. Set aside to marinate for a day or two. Bake in an oven of rigid scrutiny. Top it with a title or some random name...

Midnight Message In the middle of the night I wake from dreaming of being a well-known actress From a popular show I've always considered overly-saccharined pap. Since the guises we don often reflect salient features of self, I'm now left to wonder if the syrup I spew is too thick. For...

Memories of the Beach Morning air is crisp and clear, a taste of salt in every breath, where waves wash along the shore as if wanting to walk with me. Overhead in contentious flight, gulls and terns are squabbling in shrill squawks and cries, like kids playing in the park. Far away, well...

If you don't like it, that's okay. I just happen to be captivated by the format of the villanelle and feel like sharing it with others. The Wolf An eerie echo, plaintive cry, is heard at night in forest lands, a mournful call, a lonely sigh. A wolf that bids a mate goodbye with only voice...

Tolling Of The Bell (a villanelle) Can you hear the tolling of the bell, whose wistful tones imprint upon the air? A doleful bell with stories yet to tell. A sad refrain that passes o'er the dell in search of where a knight was laid with care. Oh, can you hear the tolling of the bell? It...

Meteor Shower Astroll in the moon's misty white Keep an eye on the sky tonite Where stars perform an ancient rite When they explode in brilliant light To tease the senses and incite Both young and old with fresh delight As they display their awesome sight Against the darkness of the night...

Since Hannah Moved Away The tires on my bike are flat. The sky is grouchy gray. At least it sure feels like that Since Hanna moved away. Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes. December's come to stay. They've taken back the Mays and Junes Since Hanna moved away. Flowers smell like...

My favorite is Sara Teasdale but I also like many others almost as well. Gifts I gave my first love laughter, I gave my second tears, I gave my third love silence Through all the years. My first love gave me singing, My second eyes to see, But oh, it was my third love Who gave my soul to...