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gleams impregnable of fortress by heaven yet glimmer through wings of immortality as time and space in its mute undertone smack of golden dusts raving over rays distinction loses grace sucked in sweetness green never ruffles insisting upon precision yet eternity seals on its skin in ages and eons perfection never meander being befuddled on window as red simulates oblong on buoyant path of warmth

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The page looked at me blankly. The words gathered inside my head but refused to come out. 'Sorry mate...

shambling Soul By Eternity

dew falling from leaf tip yet serenades dawn earth never feelS love unrequited till sun wakes to enliven universe redemption is the last rung of truth absolute. heaven may bestows shelters sanity nature redefines evolving laws of justice selection is mere revelation of fact within necessity of vectorial relevance

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dew falling from leaf tip yet serenades dawn earth never feels love unrequited till sun wakes to enliven universe redemption is last rung of truth absolute. heaven may bestows shelters to sanity nature redefines evolving laws of justice selection is mere revelation of fact within necessity of vectorial relevance

! The Secret, Treasured World Of Metaphor

True, I can rhyme – endwords, and inner too; fangle fine assonance, like thought made new; march to a metre –regular in tread or cunningly disjointed – silken, the thread then sharply pulled, to wake the reader’s ear; rhythms, I can dance with a magic, laughing twirl; play like the ringlets of poetic curls; but metaphor – ah, there’s the sadness in my play: that golden box, its gleaming lid all joy,

What's In A Poem?

Each word's a chord, A tone, a colour, Juxtaposing images and sounds In harmonising order, Assonance the flats to mollify the song Alliteration sharps, The plangent plucking of a harp, Half rhyme I use To vary the length and pitch of lines, And introduce a complex contrapuntal strength.

Ode To The Poet's Craft

With words we weave a tapestry, A world of beauty, bright and free. Through rhyme and rhythm, meter too, We bring our dreams to life anew. Alliteration leads the way, Repeating sounds that catch and stay. Assonance, too, can add its spell, With vowels that sing and dance so well.

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gleams impregnable of fortress by heaven yet glimmer through wings of immortality as time and space in its mute undertone smack of golden dusts raving over rays distinction loses grace sucked in sweetness green never ruffles insisting upon precision yet eternity seals on its skin in ages and eons perfection never meander being befuddled on window as red simulates oblong on buoyant path of warmth

! Lyric 5: Staggered Assonance

the singing in the living, listening heart tells love in whispers; and the heart is always listening; for that heart is always bliss; all hearts in all ways, blest by ceaseless love; the blaze of bliss in life is our soul’s singing;

A Glossary Of Poetic Words

I would like to re-submit this exhaustive list of terms associated with poetry and hope that members will make use of the list to understand different kinds of poetry in a better way. ABSTRACT -a word denoting qualities that do not exist except as attributes'- beauty, love, despair etc. ALLEGORY -a narrative in which the subject of a higher spiritual order is described in terms of that of a lower one. There are HISTORICAL and POLITICAL allegories and the allegory of IDEAS. ALLITERATION -the repetition of a speech sound in a sequence

Words Poetic (Dueling Duet)

To be sung to the tune of Cole Porter's 'You're the Top.' (She) For words poetic I'm sympathetic— Bardolatry leaves a woman slack— But Mr. Literatus, your bronchial afflatus Sounds like the heavy wheezing of a hack. You billet-doux me with such Gitchee Gumee, It's hard to tell a blurring from a blot; I'll mince no words pretending—

Windy Day

Tall winds wall in The vibrant soul. Short of breath I seek Shelter in the deciduous wood Close by where branches Tremble in the assonance of shadows, And their leaves resonate With consumptive colours, And sparrows huddle In the lee of willows,

Alliteration

Alliteration and assonance Are what we need to make words dance. Pretty poetic practices percolate the page, As apples happily meet our approval and appreciation. Words have music As surely as the sun Gives light. And all these things Are older than the hills.

A (Revised)

A Alpha Alphabet: First Letter. First vowel too. Fulcrum letter. Apple-blossomed assonance. My opening poem. Number one. Added.

Still Working Fine..

Everything around is in a slow motion, Laziness is now a prominent emotion.. The mood surrounding is seemingly low, Time in my watch too is ticking slow.. The air is dull and the day is boring, Being half asleep, I am almost snoring.. Everyday is the same, there's nothing new, I am cynical of following this routine too..

In Milieu Of Reverie!

Night is never hasty to leave darkness as eyes meander inquest of sweet breeze for warmth to clinch in snow piqued hours as soul needs light of joy to embrace. by love of light don`t you like this world?

Rhythmic Words Unscanned

Since boyhood I have felt melodic tunes That lingered unbeknown within my pulse In rhythmic beats I was not taught to scan; Wavelets of words and phrases reached my feet, With lilting beats and tales to calm the mind, Forever skeptical of fantasy, So counter to my sense of real life, Duties like homework still left incomplete.

A Recitation

My love you are a poem with its own description: The assonance of your whispers, The rhyme in scripted in your voice, The themes that outline your body, The repetition that characterizes the blink of your eyes, The tonation of your laughter, The persona Created in your characteristic smile, The onomatopoeic rush of your feet, The alliteration of your speech, The imagery buried within your face,

A Feast Of Eyes!

Blue of blossom rejoices in midst of green. A feast of eyes to behold blooms of colors beneath sky, Spring is in its scepter to extol assonance of spectra.

Sound

A poem is built with sounds Liberally littered with alliteration Rhyming reason Aspiring assonance Up metaphorical mountains. Each letter plays its part. A cast of cascading chords Making mystical music For the discerning ear.

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