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Green Couplets 01 Lucid Cute Verse

The word ‘couplet' derives from the word ‘couple'— means one pair of anything. A couplet is the shortest and simplest form or type of poetry with a certain idea. It generally consists of single stanza of two lines of rhyming poetry that usually has the same meter. There is no hard and fast rule about length or rhythm.

As the shortest form of poetry couplets are green and attractive those proclaim Poems for Life.

Couplet— I
Orchid flower on the pot
Rainy summer not so hot

Couplet— II
Online romance chat is the key
Late night knows the honey-bee

Couplet— III
Moonbeam dropping dazzling night
Knocking the doors memories right.

Couplet— IV
Filipino cat in the dream
Crossing Ocean alone swims!

Couplet— V
Two leaves and a bud green leaf tea
Exploiting labors can we see?

Ashraful Musaddeq

poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
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Green Couplets 02 Touchy Composition

Between two cotyledons— plant grows with a bud!
With two lines— couplets come into flower with an idea.
Sometimes, two lines may be more powerful than two hundred lines.
Small verses like couplets are really beautiful.

They speak and touch with peace— as Poems for Life.

Couplet— I
Watering rain on the leaves
Orchid plant mutely sleeps

Couplet— II
Under the pillow raining night
Memory coins may or might!

Couplet— III
All green buds grows yellow
Plant or animal must follow!

Couplet— IV
Shooting stars proclaimed that
No one ever will be mate…

Couplet— V
How the moon came into being
The way fishes sleep and sing

Ashraful Musaddeq

poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
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Martin Luther King (Clerihew verse-form)

Martin Luther King was not a king.
He did not have horses, a crown, or anything.
He preached a lot and had a dream
Of everybody eating ice cream.

The following poem is in the Clerihew verse-form, which was invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley, author of Trent’s Last Case, the perfect murder mystery. It consists of two rhymed couplets. The first couplet usually (can also be the second couplet) includes the name of a famous person. The other lines contain a characteristic, real or fictional, of the person.

poem by Ben Gieske
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This Day What Future Will It Bring (Kyrielle Sonnet)

This day what future will it bring.
What songs will we finally sing?
Snow quietly gracing the ground.
There will then come a silent sound.

We will be skating on the pond
And ev'ry one will form a bond.
By crackling fire we'll gather round.
There will then be a silent sound.

No recipe will we follow
Flitting the night with the swallows.
We'll form a ring around, around.
There will then come a silent sound.

This day what future will it bring.
There will then come a silent sound.

- Ben Gieske, March 5,2008

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A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet) . Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza) . Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be: AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.

poem by Ben Gieske
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War at Home

Ever since they took him away,
to fight that God forsaken war.
I daydream in our fields all day.
They took the man that I adore.

Gazing across the windswept grass
and waiting for the time to pass.
The memory of times before,
they took the man that I adore.

I know he’ll walk across that field
with battle wounds yet still unhealed.
My broken heart can take no more,
they took the man that I adore.

Ever since they took him away,
they took the man that I adore.

Author Notes:

Kyrielle Sonnet
A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet) . Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza) . Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme
for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be: AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.

poem by Amera Andersen
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On the Road to Chorrera

Three horsemen galloped the dusty way
While sun and moon were both in the sky;
An old crone crouched in the cactus' shade,
And craved an alms as they rode by.
A friendless hag she seemed to be,
But the queen of a bandit crew was she.

One horseman tossed her a scanty dole,
A scoffing couplet the second trolled;
But the third, from his blue eyes frank and free,
No glance vouchsafed the beldam old;
As toward the sunset and the sea,
No evil fearing, rode the three.

A curse she gave for the pittance small,
A gibe for the couplet 's ribald word;
But that which once had been her heart
At sight of the silent horseman stirred:
And safe through the ambushed band they speed
For the sake of the rider who would not heed!

poem by Arlo Bates
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Room at the Inn

An eerie feeling on the road that night,
I was cold, tired and needed some sleep.
As the dark mist parted I could see the light,
so I cocked the wheel as I turned my Jeep.

“O yes I have room”, replied the inn keep
and from a small box, he handed me keys.
I was slow to decide but I needed sleep.
“Do you want it or not? ” - I replied; “please”.

I stepped in the room, felt weak in my knees,
as the door slammed shut the terror began.
The temperature dropped about ten degrees
I’m locked in a room with that awful man.

Why didn’t that sign say “No Vacancy”,
I thought to myself, as he strangled me.

Author notes

Spenserian sonnet

The Spenserian sonnet has a rhyme pattern of:
abab bcbc cdcd ee
Here, the 'abab' pattern sets up distinct four-line groups, each of which develops a specific idea; however, the overlapping a, b, c, and d rhymes form the first 12 lines into a single unit with a separated final couplet. The three quatrains then develop three distinct but closely related ideas, with a different idea (or commentary) in the couplet.

poem by Amera Andersen
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(W – 2011) Random Musings – 001

These are random thoughts
Not sorted out
These are not words sifted out
From the grinder of contemplation
They are not refined and polished
But they are pristine
They have life in them
And I want to let them live
Since life and its experiences
Are ever reflecting upon themselves
Whatever issues forth from them
I prefer to call as musings.

They are to me rich poetry
The underlying meanings may sometimes
Not be so much visible to others
But deep down the ocean
As I keep floating
(Swimming is too harsh a word here)
Currents of thoughts break upon me
And I find myself part of an
Unfinished poem.
Weather I am a full stanza
A couplet, or just
A one-liner, I am still to find out.

poem by Kannan G
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Don't Tell THe World! (Sonnet)

This Sonnet is in the popular Petrarchan Form

I behold thy love as beautiful thing,
In my wrecked heart, a pleasure garden,
Thy revered love, a blooming Eden.
A daisy tuft seasoned by bright spring,
Surging in moments that defeats waiting,
I behold thy words as a jeweled crown,
On my worn pages of despicable frown.
And thy memory feeds my mind dying,
Daring couple disclose, but don’t you tell,
About memoirs many encased and kept,
Say not thy chronicle, sweet as daisy smell,
Buried, not unseen to thy eyes except
Reveal not, the guarded stash of our love,
Lest a rational world desires to know! ! !

IA NOTE: For those who find the format unfitting to a sonnet!

(Sonnet
only 14 lines long— and has a firmly fixed form. The sonnet works best for expressing strong emotion or intense feeling, firm purpose, or great seriousness. This form works best if you want to focus attention on a single thing—a particular idea, situation, emotion, problem, observation, etc. —the sonnet gets to its point quickly and efficiently, with beauty and charm of form or expression.

The Shakespearean (or English) sonnet and the Petrarchan (or Italian) sonnet are the two most prevalent versions of this form today.
A Shakespearean sonnet or English sonnet is written in one stanza composed of three rhymed quatrains (each making one point in a three-step argument) , followed by a rhyming couplet that summarizes the argument
A Petrarchan sonnet or Italian sonnet is composed of an octet followed by a sestet with a variable rhyme scheme. The octet presents the poem’s theme or problem, while the sestet offers a change or a resolution. In its traditional form, this sonnet never ends in a couplet.
Robert Frost was popular at Petrarchan form of sonnets.
sonnet’s formal requirements (14 lines of iambic pentameter with a specific rhyme scheme) , method (a strong focus on one subject) , and goals (persuasion, surprise, balance) ,
Ref: www.poetry.com/techniques/form of poetic expressions.

Thank You

poem by Seema Aarella
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A Bee Reflects

Buttercup, I am the fluxing
structure that connects.
You and I are the universe,
a dancing couplet specked
in the whirl of timelessness;
the flaming flowering
of our singularity.

Buttercup, I fed the leopard
through the veins of time,
contriving sequences:
the hard poetry of hunger,
the gravity of death,
a single cell to petals
to tragic wings

Buttercup, we are rolling,
though a long darkness
through our lonely selves.
We are the flickering spark
in the will of the endless way,
of the burning down
of beauty.

26 12 11

poem by Jim Hogg
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Alankar(Decor) -87

A Recipe(Uneven Couplet) -
The uneven couplet is paired lines of different length
rhymed or unrhymed, metered or unmetered.

A Recipe

That you would relish I'm sure
This recipe try it with pleasure

Clean the insight in time sufficient
Wash off anger, enmity and hate

Put the mind on the burning heart
Put in the thoughts all to melt

Ladle in between a large of intellect
Stir in hope a heapful amount

Let all blend with a bliss intent
Until valour and courage result

Throw meantime in the flaming heart
Burnt to ashes filth and lust

Fervid heart now isn't violent
Mind is calm and tranquil incessant

Mix in now gently prayers and spirit
Still more gently the gods to let meditate

Season with peace and harmony pleasant
Garnish with joy and cheer concordant

Serve in the bowl of soul consonant
Enjoy with love consistent

Try and taste this recipe carefully
Tell me 'delicious, delicious' finally

poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Heroic Couplet (Iambic Pentameter)

A couplet is a very little thing,
Yet give it the right words and it takes wing.

poem by Philip Doolittle
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Quintuplet

For each quintuplet
a dedicated couplet
as each was bequeathed
a rubied cuplet

poem by Saiom Shriver
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But there's nothing that gives me more thrill than when I'm writing and a couplet works. I find the right rhyme, or it's just perfect. There's nothing that exciting.

quote by Rosanne Cash
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What Do They Know?

They tell me my poetry lacks classicism.
This is for that eternally ambiguous "they."

Tonight in the heat
A green haiku is sprung new
What a kitsch art style

Tercets are difficult in any but Latin
So like Poe I'll turn Eden into Aiden and quatrain into quattrin
You thought only Dante could write in words of pure satin?

Speaking of, quatrains and types of verse-
Let us take a minute to converse
About types in this style, epic or pentameter
And therein know art so that we might greet her.

Yes, that just happened, forgive the meme.
But quatrains end in couplets about love and redemption extreme.

Forget the couplet I can keep going in an effort to glean
And remember this, truth form the dishonestly obscene.

Aye, that eternally ambiguous body of readers wants classicism
Look backwards; enjoy the art and more than that-
Enjoy the view of the dead.
Whitman set the stage,

It's not my fault if there is no place on it for you.

poem by Daniel Northcutt
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Love Will Grow

Linda’s response to this poem:

Nice to know, thanks mate so very much,
You really have the touchy feely touch.

I added the second couplet on 1/31/10/

10/3/03,1/31/10

poem by Gershon Hepner
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Not averse to poetry..

Do you see life
through prose-coloured spectacles?

or has the squid of poetry
inked you into its tentacles?

There’s much more rubbish writ in prose –
though soppy verse
can be much worse;

or tepid epics
with vapid topics;

or stanzas dull
and fanciful;

or limericks
with silly tricks; or

couplets mock-heroic,
like empty crocks echoic;

lines that would be better for
their not being stuffed with metaphor;

unkempt attempts at simile
that register but dimmily;

and ‘moanalogues’ from broken hearts;
sad mishap crap; linguistic farts;
slam-dunk bawls, that mean **** all;

rhymes that over backwards bend
to cap a couplet at their end;

elegies, whose energies
not rapt, but sapped; and seldom apt;

dust-dry stuff that vaunts ‘tradition’;
limp Latinate, like micturition;

or classic odes
with massive loads
of sheer incomprehension..

My final word, in fine old words:
say what you mean… why be absurd?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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I am on diet

I’ll put on diet my fattish ass
So that the doorway I could pass.
I’ll do some exercises to lose weight
As fat asses I just hate.
I would like to look a model of super class
Or may be like a slander lass.
I know it’s too bad to amass fat,
But…while rhyming this couplet
I am looking at an apple pie
And a big saliva appears in my eye.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Sonnet Minus One: A Jest [Acrostic on THIRTEEN LINES]

This is not a sonnet, can’t you tell? It
Has a line less than it should, for, hell, if
I am to be printed in this broadside,
Rules require the lines to number oddly.
This allows me eight lines at the first, but
Even though my rhyming is well-versed, as
Every critic knows the issue’s passed, that
Never will this poem be a classic.

Literati want their sonnets catholic
In the best King’s English Shakespeare hath, and
Not the three-legged race this thirteen-liner
Eggs the couplet-craving crowd unraveled:
So, I scorn to tread the road more traveled.

poem by Richard St. Clair
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Kake-Jisku Ghazal

Nature’s seams of seasons en plein air sur terre
orbit of harmony en plain air sur terre

Primavera, our eyes rise for your coming
long distance traveler en plein air sur terre

dallying with each stroll through the country side
genesis/life’s rebirth en plein air sur terre

Summer you burn away our sins of passion
fire dances hovering en plein air sur terre

vaporizing our dreaming/hazy vision
twisting, rising prayers en plein air sur terre

Autumn shedding all our leaves multicolored
final ashen harvest en plein air sur terre

Mother Earth’s savoring charms ceasing to flow
all the seasons sucked dry en plein air sur terre

sun laying its head on a cold snow pillow
hiding all the seasons en plein air sur terre

Winter/what better time/tell us your secrets
in white we will be clothed en plein air sur terre

petal offerings/revolving festivals
kaki-jiku hanging en plein sur terre

that we be cleansed in your blanket of meanings
purifying rituals en plein air sur terre

- Nov.5,2007

* This is a Ghazal. The following explanation is quoted from poets.org from the Academy of American Poets. “A Ghazal is composed of at least five couplets - - and typically no more than fifteen - - that are structurally, thematically, and emotionally autonomous.. Each line of the poem must be of the same length, though meter in not imposed in English. The first couplet introduces a scheme, made up of a rhyme followed by a refrain. Subsequent couplets pick up the same scheme in the second line only, repeating the refrain and rhyme in the second line with both lines of the first stanza. The final couplet usually includes the poet’s signature, referring to the author in the first or third person, and frequently including the poet’s own name or a derivation of its meaning.”

“Traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions, ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians. The form has roots in seventh-century Arabia, and gained prominence in the thirteenth-and fourteenth-century thanks to such Persian poets as Rumi and Hafiz. In the eighteenth-century, the ghazal was used by poets writing in Urdu, a mix of the medieval languages of Northern India, including Persian. Among these pots, Ghalib is the recognized master.

Pulished on-line by The Ghazal Page, March Issue - 2008
Go To: www.ghazalpage.net/2008/2008_march.html

poem by Ben Gieske
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Seasonal Paradox

Spring slipped away unquantified,
Grasshopper’s summer sung unheard,
autumn, - frost disqualified,
now winter weights with final word.

Although the scope of time and tide
streams wider than before, absurd
seems life as measured – length of ride
distorts perspective, mockingbird
is time whose span’s beatified
by loins and conscience doubly stirred
to worship what should be defied
as jess and jester, bye byword.

This sonnet’s closing couplet each
needs frame for self – who self can’t reach!

poem by Jonathan Robin
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