Pi's Form Challenge - Are You Poet Enough?

[SaraIsImportant]

I shall be participating. It has been eons (and on and on) since I've written a proper poem. Work and what-have-you. Anyhow...rolling the dice.

EDIT: And Limerick it is. We shall see how this goes. Swimmingly, I hope.

Lament of a Self-Professed Performance Artist

Presenting myself as a sage,
brought all of my wisdom on stage.
When applause didn't come,
Chomped away at my gum;
My pain you can never assuage.

[nylasaur]

I'll enter biggrin

[nylasaur]

Englyn Cyrch:
laying splayed out in the sand
the water runs through my hands
massaged by tiny fingers
their touch lingers on the land

[Cahaya787]

let me try , if im wrong tell me smile
im newbie at poetry anyway
i dont know what iam writing ( i mean the type of this poetry )

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"They whisper me like this"

We could be your wings
even you no more a life living
this burden will become your pride
coat your heart, take this cursed ride

close your eyes not to sleep
take a silly smile, breath in deep
the longer shadow you keep
the better taste of your dreed

the loneliness avenge this world
the result of void he told
remember the last repent you hold
its getting you now !

i cant just see you dying next to me
leaving these fantastic ideology
will you really go away
or just a moment out of this reality

is it a sound of silence scream
lets put a bargain of your dream
release the lock in faith you seek
shall we give you better peek

to this so called reach
a path away to your deepest sadness of his
swallow this , lies and hatred , loves and revenge
mend with this crucified dream
and hell should be your grim



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please tell me is it good or bad
i just like to express feeling and i tried to write it into poem
but i also want to know how to write it perfectly

[Splediferous Masochism]

ninja ninja ninja

[haiitsjuju]

Great idea; however, I'm too chicken to try it. I literally spent several hours learning how to write Shakespearean and Petrarchan sonnets. Some of these forms' names are scaring me! Good luck to everyone trying!

[Effervescent Dreams]

I would like to give it a go, if that's ok smile

[Effervescent Dreams]

Saddened

Straight from your lips
Serrated, bitter words pour out
Sanity slowly leaves me as all
Sensation is lost


Ewwww it turned out like crap, but it was good practice!

[sweet_tarts106]

I don't know what Category this fits in... but I will give you emotion, but don't judge it too bad... it's one of my firsts.

Seeing you

When I first say you
I didn't know who was who
but I sat next to you
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Thinking thoughts that got me lost
still thinking the very same
and for that, guess who's to blame

And then there's this one

Five and a quarter

Right now I'm this many
but only a quarter
my birthday last week
means I'm getting older

Being only five and a quarter
makes me realize

I AM GETTING OLDER

Waiting for october
like a did before

Wishing I was this many
and longing for the door

I hope I win smile but I'm ok if there's one better, they deserve it. I'm not really 5 and quarter by the way l0lz.

[Tardissauce]

I've never written form poetry, imma give it a go!

[Tristan Thorne]

I love form poetry! Fingers crossed I get a fun one... : D

EDIT: Harhar! *sets to work*

EDIT2: DONE. Also, I don't need any gold, I was just doing this for the challenge. : D

His Design

It isn’t gold he wants, but red and wine,
The sweat of life, the wing that tends to flight.
It stains and leaves a trace of his design.

Too long a prison holds a soul entwined,
And what is good is lost to bitter night –
It isn’t gold he wants, but red and wine.

The heart can beat, but virtues still resign;
Old kindness buried deeply under spite.
It stains and leaves a trace of his design.

A speech can rouse and words can draw the line,
But actions force the righteous from the right.
It isn’t gold he wants, but red and wine.

The deed, the mind and soul, they can’t align,
And in their conflict, sow the seed of blight.
It stains and leaves a trace of his design.

Across the earth, they spread a rusty shrine -
The beating of your hooves, the human light!
It isn’t gold he wants, but red and wine,
It stains and leaves a trace of his design.

[0-DCB]

I'm pretty much just wanting to write a random form poem, and I like this thread.

[0-DCB]

Ok, I wasn't completely honest before. I really want to poetry collection to have 150 poems. xP

[the beautiful gelreesh]

(This limerick must be read with the New Englander accent to rhyme.)
There once was a bored girl on Gaia
Who sustained a burnin' desire
To write tons of stuff
And, most of it fluff,
Ship pairings and set things on fire.