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tigertrotter · 2 months
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Pyrrhia: A Haiku Sonnet
Seven Dragon Tribes
Each of them have seven queens
The Land of Pyrrhia.
MudWings of the mud,
SeaWings of the blue waters
Eastern Pyrrhia.
The forest's RainWings,
The mysterious NightWings,
And the SandWings too.
IceWings of the north,
And the mountainous SkyWings,
All from Pyrrhia.
Seven Dragon Tribes
Seven Dragon Queens
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matildazq · 2 months
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Write the Year 2024—Week 29: Orbital
Really just wanted to throw in the towel today; started several different things, and it’s way too late, and this is just a shitty Haiku sonnet. Title: OrbitalWC: 57 Everything falling.I navigate the spiral,blind to what is lost These unkind edgesresist; my fingers hold tight,helpless and stubborn.
Gravity will win.I will be an asterisk:Forgotten. At ease. For now, I give in.Arms folded, I…
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samw3000 · 6 months
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Yuki Akari (Sonnet XXVIII)
Something about you Snowlight reflecting from trees Angels in the fieldsSomething about youLaughing in the winter breezeLanding on my skinYou tickle my noseOut too long, you freeze my toesSomething about youStaying long enoughA glimpse of your uniquenessOn these fingertipsHello Snow - I miss you. So ...Stay longer this time - don't go An ode, to winters, with snow that lingers! Photo by Long…
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leenlue · 6 months
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subtextures · 9 months
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The Mundane Patterns Along the Way
another day ends
the night swallows the last light
a new year begins
the old clock rings out
ten minutes behind the time
the night knows no time
fireworks break the light
across the darkest of skies
rain falls to the sea
the morning is cold
leaves have fallen from the trees
for now the wind waits
ring out bells ring in ring out
ring in bells ring out ring in
(January 1, 2024)
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eefrostpoetry · 1 year
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she carries the sun on her back and keeps all her secrets locked in her mouth
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princedrowning · 1 year
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Your smile, a bright dawn that melts my gloom away,
Its warmth, a comfort that eases my dismay.
Though we're apart, I yearn to see your smile once more,
To chase my sadness, as the morning sun does for sure.
-Ryu Adrian
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ishanispoems · 1 year
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10 Poem Writing Prompts
Have you ever been in love?
Do you believe in love?
What's the meaning of love?
What's the definition of art?
Are you a good person?
What does it mean to be a good person?
Is that ("good guy" of a famous book/movie/etc..) really a good person?
If so, how are they a good person.
What's poetry?
Is poetry art?
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michellegflye · 29 days
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A fun exercise with a poem: For Matsuo
Today I did something kind of fun. I have a book of Matsuo Basho’s haiku on my desk that I often read when I’m experiencing writer’s block. It’s a beautiful book even though now it’s a bit beat up and coffee-stained. But the pages are full of haiku by the master of haiku. Sometimes when I read them, I feel like I can picture him on his travels, taking inspiration from the simplest of things,…
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aoazany · 10 months
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#8 Navigating the Labyrinth: Challenges of Writing Formal Poetry in the 21st Century
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In a world increasingly dominated by the rapid evolution of digital communication and the relentless pursuit of brevity, the challenges faced by poets committed to the intricate structures of formal poetry are both profound and fascinating. As a poet who recently ventured into the realm of formal verse, I found myself grappling with the complexities of adhering to traditional structures while attempting to resonate with a 21st-century audience. In this reflection, I will share my experiences in crafting a contemporary Shakespearean sonnet and the subsequent endeavor of distilling it into the succinct elegance of a Haiku.
The Renaissance Meets the Digital Age
Writing a contemporary Shakespearean sonnet presented many challenges, the foremost being the clash between the Elizabethan language and the modern sensibility. While Shakespeare's iambic pentameter and intricate rhyme schemes offer a timeless beauty, making them relevant to a contemporary audience requires a delicate balance. Striking this balance meant not only finding contemporary themes but also infusing the language with a contemporary rhythm and diction. The challenge was to preserve the form's integrity while avoiding the pitfalls of archaic expression.
In a world saturated with fast-paced information, a 14-line sonnet can feel like a commitment beyond the attention span of a scrolling reader. The challenge, then, became how to create a poem that respects the structured form while capturing the fleeting interest of a digital audience accustomed to instant gratification.
Reducing Complexity: The Haiku Experiment
As an experiment, I attempted to distill the essence of my Shakespearean sonnet into the brevity of a Haiku. The challenge lay in preserving the thematic core while adhering to the strict 5-7-5 syllabic structure of this traditional Japanese form. The Haiku demanded a ruthless reduction of words and ideas, pushing me to distill my emotions into the essence of a fleeting moment.
This reduction emphasized the importance of precision in language. Each word had to carry a weight of meaning, and the structure of the Haiku forced me to make intentional choices about what to include and what to omit. In this process, I discovered the power of implication—the ability of a well-chosen image or phrase to suggest a broader emotional or conceptual landscape.
Formal Poetry in the 21st Century: A Continuing Dialogue
The challenges of writing formal poetry in the 21st century are, at their core, a reflection of the tension between tradition and innovation. While the constraints of formal structures may seem at odds with the fast-paced, ever-changing nature of contemporary life, there is a unique power in the marriage of old and new.
Formal poetry invites us to engage in a dialogue with the past, to honor the rich traditions of poetic expression while pushing the boundaries of what is possible. As poets, we navigate the labyrinth of form and meaning, seeking to create work that resonates across time and culture. In doing so, we contribute to the ongoing evolution of the poetic conversation, bridging the gap between the enduring beauty of structured verse and the ephemeral nature of the digital age.
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tigertrotter · 24 days
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Kestrel and Kestrelflight
A Wings of Fire - Warriors Haiku Sonnet
SkyWing and WindClan,
Kestrel of the SkyWing tribe,
WindClan's Kestrelflight.
General Kestrel,
Loyal to the SkyWing Queen
SkyWing general
WindClan's Kestrelflight
Medicine cat successor
Succeeding Barkface
Dragon and feline
SkyWing General Kestrel,
Meeting Kestrelflight
Of WindClan and SkyWing tribe,
Kestrel and cat Kestrelflight
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matildazq · 7 months
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Write the Year 2024—Week 09: Locale
Not sure how I have never written a Haiku Sonnet before. This was kind of fun. Danger Beagle Walk sights, as usual. Title: LocaleWC: 52 Forest lemons hideLike tourists in local leavesYearning to be found A single crutch leansRakishly against the lightIts tilt ironic Front yard bowling ballA landscaping oddityOr wild night remnant? The Virgin Mary,Her back to the railroad tracksThe…
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samw3000 · 1 year
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Recognize (Sonnet XXVI)
Be gentle Men I am An acquired taste For mature palates, only A delicate Succulent Morsel Waiting For Gentle Men Who know How/When To get rough Restraining Renaming Re/Training Men Who know How to Express affection Give and receive love Who aren't afraid of Respectful confrontations The full range of emotions (well ... if that sounds swell ... you can ring my bell) © 2023 Samantha Williams.…
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subtextures · 9 months
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Cold Winter Day
Outside in the yard,
spring’s green garden grows dormant;
ice holds to the ground.
Petals fall like snow.
As I walk through the garden,
the cold kills the rose.
My son wants something:
I can only be myself.
Winter’s wind is cold.
Ice covers the grass;
Even inside, I am cold.
All my friends have gone.
The low grey clouds hang like shrouds;
the cold grows into the night.
(January 15, 2024)
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mishkakagehishka · 1 year
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To avoid disembowelling myself, i will learn to write poetry
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