Alankar(Decor) -95
Cruising For The Lost Moon(Terza Rima)
The Terza Rima is-
narrative and/or lyrical poetry.
usually in iambic pentameter or in tetrameter.
stanzaic, with any number of tercets that interlock by rhyme.
The poem is concluded by a single final line that rhymes
with the 2nd line of the preceding tercet.
rhymed in an interlocking rhyme scheme aba bcb cdc ded...
until the conclusion when the end line rhymes
with the 2nd line of the last tercet.
Cruising For The Lost Moon(Terza Rima)
That day dawned on a dark spread sea deadly
The moon was lost, he was bewildered much
Frenzied atonce he cruised advertently
Submarined in twirls of strong currents'clutch
Strived and strived, he could not spot his dear moon
Manic he grew up and down tried too much
That day was dark spread sea without the moon
Thickets of sky were clashing and pouring
Love failed, hopes let down, gone mad he so soon
Yet ashore later Luna came smiling
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Related quotes
Divine Force (terza Rima Sonnet)
Prayer is the answer to a troubled heart,
Challenges meant to be overcome and solved,
Faith in God is the best way to make a start.
Splendour of sunshine around- a ball of gold!
Winds-cool or stormy reach their destination,
Warm sun and wind, engulfing all in their fold.
Water, the elixir makes no distinction,
Energy giver-Fire, also smothers,
Trees do not produce fruits in isolation.
Associations-complex and a bother.
Get caught in the labyrinth, never be freed,
Life’s lessons-through experience can gather.
Getting rid of contempt, prejudice and greed
Accepting Divine Will engenders a new breed.
(The Italian form Diaspora or Terza Rima is a of indefinite length, made up of numbers of three-line stanzas or tercets. The sonnet ends with a couplet linking back to the first stanza. The rhyme scheme is such that line 2 of each stanza rhymes with lines 1 and 3 of the following stanza, creating an interlocking pattern. In the final stanza, both lines rhyme with line 2 of the preceding tercet. The Terza Rima sonnet has the following rhyme scheme, .a.b.a...b.c.b...c.d.c...d.e.d...e.e.)
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Alankar(Decor) -96
Return Of Monsoon (Terzanelle)
The Terzanelle is:
a poem in 19 lines made up of 5 tercets and ends with a quatrain.
metered, iambic pentameter.
rhymed A1BA2 bCB cDC dED eFE fA1FA2 or fFA1A2
The terzanelle body is comprised of tercets
that each refrain the second line of the preceding tercet
for its third line. The first line of each of these tercets
is rhymed with its refrained line.
The first and third lines of the opening tercet are refrained
as the second and fourth lines of the closing quatrain.
Return Of Monsoon (Terzanelle)
Atlast she is back here to me so close
This change of season to rains, the monsoon
Manured my heart doeth bloom from heaven's dose
How nice she heals all those hot throes so soon
And bids bye bye to summer! .. I wonder..
This change of season to rains the monsoon
How fine she calms and cools all to splendor
Thence in merry bounds of spirit joins life
And bids bye bye to summer I wonder
How well she drives drought to no more of strife
Vales and woods and hills and plains all flourish
Thence in merry bounds of spirit joins life
How great pools and brooks and rivers nourish
While flora-fauna grow bonnie a lot
Vales and woods and hills and plains flourish
Such a divine spit she is from God's heart
Atlast she is back here to me so close
While flora-fauna grow bonnie a lot
Manured my heart doeth bloom from heaven's dose
poem by Indira Renganathan
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AlankarDecor) -93
Hope(Tercet) -
Tercet, unrhymed is any poem written
with stanzaic three line units
that are not end rhymed.
Hope
Hope is to hope for the best
Every season awaits its turn
Hoping for the best done
Why not I too hope for my time
Doing my level best Just
Awaiting my turn again
But blue sky is not so always
When they turn dark for rains
Lightnings thunder to flood
Threats hit human life too
Ridiculous are my bones
Aging has such bonehead
Never should hope be but dropped
So do I keep scribbling on
My hope is my poetry
What hope paints the sky with a 'bow
The sun says 'it's me'
Sunny birth ahead again for me
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Alankar(Decor) -69
Their Race Yet Not Over(Kyrielle Poem)
a narrative, it tells a story.
stanzaic, in quatrains.
syllabic, each line is 8 syllables. in iambic tetrameter.
written with a refrain in the 4th line of the quatrain.
rhyme scheme may vary. Quatrain options abaB, cbcB, dbdB
Their race yet not over with that
Else way tortoise as thought to race
To run, to swim in halves, to work-
Agreed the hare willing to race
Starting speeded with hare on land
Plodding slowed with tortoise to race
To help the river came on hand
Swam fast tortoise won first the race
Knowing not to swim the hare lost
Foolish was his challenge to race
Judging oneself the best way last
Is the way best to win the race
poem by Indira Renganathan
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I'm no longer blind (Quatern poetry)
(A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is
similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a
different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second
line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fouth line of stanza four.
A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow
a set rhyme scheme. line 1 line 2 line 3 line 4 line 5 line 6 (line 1) line 7
line 8 line 9 line 10 line 11 (line 1) line 12 line 13 line 14 line 15 line 16
(line 1)
Dear Lord, please have mercy on me,
You're always near my painful soul,
You are my focus and my goal,
In the falling rain I'm your tree.
Help me for I am a sinner.
Dear Lord, please have mercy on me.
'Cause I'm Your humble devotee,
Asking Christ to come for dinner.
Guard Thou with light this pain of mine.
I'm no longer blind I can see.
Dear Lord, please have mercy on me.
Your words through me will always shine.
Save me by Your grace, set me free.
Keep my way, truth and life in Christ.
And so I'll know that Thou exist.
Dear Lord, please have mercy on me.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Greenhouse Gas (Triolet)
The features of the Triolet are:
· 8 lines.
· Two rhymes.
· 5 of the 8 lines are repeated or refrain lines.
· First line repeats at the 4th and 7th lines.
· Second line repeats at the 8th line.
· Rhyme scheme (where an upper-case letter indicates the appearance of an identical line, while a lower-case letter indicates a rhyme with each line designated by the same lower-case or upper-case letter) :
A
B
a - Rhymes with 1st line.
A - Identical to 1st line.
a - Rhymes with 1st line.
b - Rhymes with 2nd line.
A - Identical to 1st line.
B - Identical to 2nd line.
***********************
Our blue marble is imperiled
Due to excessive CO2
Like being over a barrel.
Our blue marble is imperiled.
Greenhouse gas, it's our funeral
the solutions long overdue.
Our blue marble is imperiled
Due to excessive CO2.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Line By Line
Writing line by line
Can i capture the truth in rhyme
You tell me okay its fine
Whats fine my writings or the rhymes
Have you read enough this time
Rhyme line rhyme
Am i wasting my time
Do i even comprehend
The thoughts the static static
Inside my head
I send a piece to a friend
Or are they scared to offend
I need to know if its rubbish
Putting it out there to be published
Rhyme line verse
Do you speak the truth or were you coerced
So im taking you at your word
You have listened you heard
Line by line
Rhyme by rhyme
Can i be convicted of poetry crimes
For writing dribble
About nothing as long as it rhymes
Well thank you my friend
Here is another i am about to send
Read it and read it again
Maybe you can send on to a friend
Okay time to go
I have more pieces of dribble you know
Here Comes The Moon
Everybodys talking up a storm
Act like they dont notice it
But here it is and here it comes . . .
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Impulse always quickens when its full
As it turns my head around me
Yes it does and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Gods gift I see thats moving up there into the night . . .
Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light:
Looks like a little brother to the sun
Or mother to the stars at night
And here it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Breath is always taken when its new
Enhance upon the clouds around it
Yes it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon.
song performed by by George Harrison
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Son Of The Moon
Son of the moon
You are brilliant
You are bright
We wanted so much to apologize because we didn’t know you that Well before
Son of the moon
Yes we are both guilty of that
Son of the moon
We had been more occupied with ourselves
Son of the moon
We think that it was so silly and selfish
Only now we realize that
Son of the moon
You are a friend of the sky
The sky would be lost without you
We would be lost without you also
Son of the moon
We know the real you
Son of the moon
We know this innocent world that it is only in our minds
In reality it is not an innocent world
It is an ugly picture that we all paint
And of course it will always remain in our minds
Son of the moon
Dear Lord you know the son of the moon
You created it also
Lets embrace
The son of the moon
Son of the moon
If we will ever find love we hope it will last forever
Son of the moon
We are the warriors of the earth
We fight for freedom
We fight for love
We fight for peace
We fight for what we believe in
Son of the moon
poem by Aldo Kraas
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I Got A Line On You
Yeah.
Oh yeah, come on.
Now, let me take you babe, down to the river bed
Well, I got to tell you something
That'll go right through your head
I got a line on you babe
[I got a line on you babe]
Yeah, I got a line on you
[I got a line on you babe]
Come on.
Now, put your arms around me, every little bit of your love
Oh, you know what to do, I'll make love to you
You got the right stuff, and I do too
I got a line on you babe
[I got a line on you babe]
Yeah, I got a line on you
[I got a line on you babe]
Yeah!
Got my eye on you babe, on your velvet skin
I wanna put my hands were they've never been
Get real hot in the midnight steam
Soaking in the rain of my favorite dream
Your lips are red, the moon is blue
I only ask you once what you want to do
Gonna touch you babe 'til the night is through
Look out honey, got a line on you
Oh yeah.
Oh, now the winter's almost over,
The summer she's coming on strong.
Oh I could love you, love you, love you, love you all year long
I got a line on you babe
[I got a line on you babe]
Yeah, I got a line on you
[I got a line on you babe]
Ah yeah!
I got a line on you babe
[I got a line on you babe]
Yeah, I got a line on you
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
I got a line on you babe
[I got a line on you babe]
I got a line on you
I got a line on you babe.
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Alankar(Decor) -94
Rhythm(Enclosed Tercet)
An Enclosed Tercet is a 3 line verse
in which L1 and L3 rhyme, 'enclosing' an unrhymed L2,
rhyme scheme axa bxb etc. The lines may be written in any meter.
Rhythm
What rhythms He plies in His dance-
All of good and healing cosmic
That we presume in our good trance
What rhythms does She cohere fully
In trance to yield in profuse
That we consume haunted thoroughly
Perhaps His malady is Her melody
Sorry, should never talk ill of Them
It is Theirs, Their shared secret psalmody
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Alankar(Decor) -108
Sugar Cravings (Compound Word Verse)
The Compound Word Verse is:
stanzaic, written in 5 tercets.
syllabic,8-8-3 syllables per line.
rhymed, rhyme scheme aax bbx ccx ddx eex; x being unrhymed.
each tercet ends with a compound of a stem word in the title.
Sugar Cravings
Look, how a diabetic craves
Despite doctor's caution enslaves
For sugar
Watch firstly how he just slips out
To the kitchen snouted, we doubt
Sugary
Watch more as he goes out for 'walk'-
Daily halt for a sweet shoptalk
High sugared
Then at a wedding, just don't miss
He gobbles the way all with' issssss'
Sugar tongued
Sugar and spice'-his only hymn
Tell me, who can stop and change him
Sugar free
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Moon Is Like You
Moon will my beam cross over?
Moon how too know I am so lonely.
Moon know, why I do sit under you?
Moon You are so bright, I reach up,
into and touch yours is very heavenly.
Moon why do you blink? Moon so pink.
Moon like you, we are to much similar
and have only one way up into moon.
Moon our faces reflect out and within.
Moon they all do, moon when you do.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Moon, Moon, Crazy Moon
moon, moon, crazy moon
natural moon
torn apart and snoozing moon;
lovely moon, romantic moon
poor poor moon
the romance
plucked out of its drab surface;
moon moon going wild
moon moon running away
from the earth -
O moon, why do you run away from the earth?
does earth touch you in the wrong places
and you've got no Body
to which one could lodge
a complaint about sexual harassment? ?
ah, moon moon, temperamental moon
dark moon
glowing moon;
sexy moon
and old-woman hag of a moon;
moon moon with the best views of the earth
moon moon moon
puts me to sleep and wakes me up
in the middle of nights;
and one day we'll sleep in the moon
and produce babies there
and we'll have the first moon-ish boys and girls
and moon-ly families;
but meanwhile
moon moon driving fanatics
and inspiring love and romance and myths
moon moon eerie moon
moon moon that presides over love and horrors
and evil and good
and naked witches dancing in moonlit groves;
pooor moon moon the earth moon
not as interesting and dramatic as other moons;
don't get too friendly and dropp in -
oh, never dropp in, no one invited you
silly mooonn, no no, you're not invited home to earth
moon moon cheese moon eaten by mice;
but still our dear moon darling moon
moon mooon
our very own earth's moon
as we moo moo like cows
moo moo moo mooo
at our own moon moon moon
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Moon's Kiss
It was a cold december night
the full moon was bright
deep under i was lying down
in the bottom i was starring at a clear night sky
in the bottom of the ocean
suddenly a cold chill slipped through by bones
then i saw a thin dark line pushed by the stream
it interferred with moon face reflect on water's surface
fear envade my heart like a scream
i came out from the water
to take out the line from it's face so perfect
then the moon smiled to me
then i woke up from dream
with a single long hair within my lips
i kissed the moon
poem by Kamel Kamel
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Fragment
Moon of leaves,
Moon of the falling leaves,
To you I bring the slippers
of the sun.
That you may dance upon the
floor of sun,
My lady carries sun within her eyes.
Moon of the Unrevealed,
Moon of the gold-encrusted shield,
To you I bring the fragment
of my prayer.
Moon of the crinkled hair,
Tell me, will my lady yield
Eyes and mouth and breasts unsealed?
Will my lady yield?
Moon of the yellow streaked with red,
Moon that the sun would lead to bed,
Moon with the death's head
More than dead,
Why do you frighten the Goddess of Love,
Whose frail white fingers are moving above
The lover's white body lost in his love?
Moon, you are more than dead.
Moon of the ermine loist in the snow,
Moon of the frozen furbelow,
Moon of the nothingness here below,
Moon, you must go.
It is the Sun that tells you so-
Moon, you must go.
And I was dark beneath the moon,
And you were dark beneath the moon,
And we were dark beneath the moon.
Now I am gold beneath the sun,
Now you are gold beneath the sun,
Now we are gold beneath the Sun.
poem by Harry Crosby
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Dark Dark Moon......
Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, don't show me your face...!
Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, no my eyes won't turn...!
Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, please don't talk to me...!
Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, please please don't go away....!
poem by Rowving Smith
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I can't see the moon
the thin fibers that hold me together strain against the tautness
the weight becomes unbearable
and I can't see the moon
following the sting, and clouded by haze of my own making, I seek it
that feeling of discovery, of self worth
and I can't see the moon
wisps of smoke shelter me through the torrents
lost in agony, inconsolable
and I can't see the moon
darkness crowds the dark thoughts
suddenly you are out of reach
and I can't see the moon
life is just an illusion darling
but I'll believe you if you tell me it isn't so
yet I still can't see the moon
I lost my trust, but never should have
I am not the one you feel
and I can't see the moon
I thought I found you, but you weren't there at all
somehow you forget I am next to you. your beauty obscures
and I still can't see the moon
all the anger I have felt slips through my fingertips
live while you can
because I can't see the moon
paradise awaits on the other corner of life, knowing
if you love a lot you'll find strength to sing alone
and perhaps you will see the moon
there are a thousand things I want to say
but I can only think of one.
yet I still can't see the moon.
poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
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Juvenalia I
They are the poems you found leatherbound
in a cedar drawer, decades later
dedicated to their 'only begetter'
the girl (where is she now?) you took to the senior prom
in your fathers' fancy, foreign luxury car.
Inhabited by Circes, Aphrodites, Maeves,
influences you never knew you had
none, mind you, awfully bad
employing every Italian form known
to occidental man, perfectly rhymed and sad.
some quite good and none, I stress, especially bad:
sonnets, odes, epodes, a tearful sestina
one parsed-out in queasy terza-rima
(English being a rhyme-poor tongue)
one boldly comparing love to influenza. (!) (?)
Nor are there French influences wanting-
viralays, rondalays, rondeaux:
there in the walled garden blows the tall rose
of Ronsard, beside the pretty orchard
of yellow pears ahanging.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Last Seconds(Ottava Rima Poem)
A tin cup scraping along iron bars, cup a' tea
Was even sweeter than honey and the honey-comb.
There were gleams in her perfect teeth and her sad esprit.
Her strange smell brought the breeze from her funeral home.
With hollow sad eyes, O Moon, you climb'st the night to see
Mad scientist’ of horror as bleeding piece of gnome.
She felt the dawn of hope and the sunset of despair
Leaves dancing across the grass, their shadow in the air.
On echoed hills, her voice was parched and glazed was her sight,
The sooner lily dies; the louder is its scent.
Tearing, roaring, she felt her painful soul in light,
In sweet coming death, her pitiful lament.
Her soul had terrified wings for her flight in the night.
She was cribb’d, confin'd in tears for this event.
Her legs bestrode the abyss, her rear'd arm held the pain
Her mind should 'scape whipping her memory in vain.
Suddenly she felt a scent of garbage and perfume
Fog was in her eyes and wheezing throat because of fear
She got her head into heavens to dispell her gloom
After getting it into her head, her last frontier,
More than real, o’er her hallucinating doom.
She wanted to be happy but she felt her tear.
She realized her execution is cruel, not kind.
Her second became a hellish paradise of mind.
Ottava Rima
A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in
the following rhyme:
one octive poem. abababcc
two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff
three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii
poem by Marieta Maglas
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