The Many Faces of Poetry
Just as we are blessed with many different
styles, writers also have many different styles of poetry to challenge their
creativity. Here is a sampling of a few styles I've undertaken, thus far.
Etheree: Consists of 55
syllables, divided over ten lines. Line 1 begins with one syllable counting up
to line 10 with ten syllables. Also known as Count Up or Count Down.
See "Emotional Roller Coaster".
Tears Shadowed With Fears
Tears
Glisten
Upon cheeks.
Crystal droplets
Shattering in heart,
While fear wrestles my soul
For the pride dwelling within.
My baby, a man, no longer
Pretending, plotting GI Joe wars.
Will my prayers find him so far from home?
Love...One Being
Love...
Eyes mesh
as your touch
inflames quivers
escalating me
to impassioned journey.
Impetuous kisses brand
every nerve with blatant desire.
My core envelopes us as hungry
bodies, souls fuse into one existence.
Emotional Roller Coaster
Love...
Eyes mesh
as your touch
inflames quivers
escalating me
to impassioned journey.
Impetuous kisses brand
every nerve with desire.
My core envelopes us as hungry
bodies, souls fuse into one existence.
Hostility consumes me, effacing
All emotion as chilling numbness
Saturates my core. Your lies and
Deceit violate my trust,
Molding this breathing corpse
Into being not
Recognized, as
Life's mirror
Reflects
Hate...
Cinquain:
Contains 5 lines with a total of 22 syllables, unrhymed.
Line 1: 2 syllables
Line 2: 4 syllables
Line 3: 6 syllables
Line 4: 8 syllables
Line 5: 2 syllables
My Guest?
Spider
Weaves tangled webs
In corners of my space
Intricate artistry beheld
Cobwebs
Quinzaine:
Unrhymed verse of 15 syllables. First line makes a statement and next two
lines ask a question relating to statement.
Line 1: Statement of 7 syllables
Line 2: Beginning of question with 5 syllables
Line 3: End of question with 3 syllables
Sedoka: Consists
of six lines with syllable count.
Line 1: 5 syllables
Line 2: 7 syllables
Line 3: 7 syllables
Line 4: 5 syllables
Line 5: 7 syllables
Line 6: 7 syllables
Glistening Ballet
Winter's frigid winds
Wail a sorrowful tune as
Icy pellets pirouette
'Neath a lucid moon.
Whirling on windowsills
To a standing ovation.