Hush, I feel the rush.
Dazed, my feet is seen where the sunlight meets.
Shapes, non consciously looking for cars my field just a peripheral haze.
Take nothing that is lush but on forward time is such.
Authors: Sometimes poetry doesn't have to be a given. If it was a consonant would it make this poem any less perfect. Let me ask what makes a picture perfect to an artist. What do you think of my four sentences?
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Sunday, May 26, 2013
Ae Freslighe Poetry Style
This style is a bit trick. Is it much of a Stone Poetry? I wonder. If you any guys know about Poetry and will like to share your opinion please do so.
Ae Freslighe Style:
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| God is he who frees my pleads. He seeds me for his own needs. God carries plans with hands for man. Lord will not forsake mistakes. ~ The Ae Freslighe can have more than one stanza. ~ Each stanza is built up out of four lines (a quatrain) ~ Each line has seven syllables. # Line one and three use a triple rhyme (three syllable rhyme) # Line two and four use a double rhyme (two syllables) # You have to end line four with the first syllable word in the first line, or the complete line that you used to begin your poem with. Write with Passion-N-Heart Proud Member of WDC! Alumni in Poetry New Horizon Academy Alumni in Grammar and Punctuation |
Monday, May 6, 2013
Poetry
Autumn Sings
Autumn
comes in colors
that shines in the sun rays
touching our souls and blowing songs
of fall.
comes in colors
that shines in the sun rays
touching our souls and blowing songs
of fall.
Cinquain: 5 lines, syllables = 2/4/6/8/2
By: Writer Tina M. George
By: Writer Tina M. George
Coming Ashore
The swirling and swishing of the river plays in my thought.
First glance is seeing waves ascending my very existence.
Although I’ve seen this same place long ago,
It is as if I am seeing nature for the first time.
Looking in the waves, coming ashore,
Their color of amber and aqua green
Is beautiful, but never too serene.
They are like an imaginary description
Of a well read tale.
The rising of the raging waters
Is an outpouring of emotion for my soul.
Standing on the banks
Never to sure how to tread.
Is my foot firmly on the ground
Or do I hear heaven's sound.
In the end, capturing the very idea
That I'm neither aware nor alone,
There is great comfort in knowing
The Lord sets my tone.
First glance is seeing waves ascending my very existence.
Although I’ve seen this same place long ago,
It is as if I am seeing nature for the first time.
Looking in the waves, coming ashore,
Their color of amber and aqua green
Is beautiful, but never too serene.
They are like an imaginary description
Of a well read tale.
The rising of the raging waters
Is an outpouring of emotion for my soul.
Standing on the banks
Never to sure how to tread.
Is my foot firmly on the ground
Or do I hear heaven's sound.
In the end, capturing the very idea
That I'm neither aware nor alone,
There is great comfort in knowing
The Lord sets my tone.
1-07-2012
Thank you Sum1 (175)
for taking the time to revise this poem.Now, I can come back to it and feel I'm back standing at the river.
Authors Note: This contains seperate items wrote inspired and wrote in the year of 2012.
Faith
Lord
Savior
shine your grace,
and show the road
so that we may fly
in your blankets of wings
as birds soaring above earth
golden gates pushing to heaven,
and all angels are awaiting us,
singing to rejoice your name Almighty.
Savior
shine your grace,
and show the road
so that we may fly
in your blankets of wings
as birds soaring above earth
golden gates pushing to heaven,
and all angels are awaiting us,
singing to rejoice your name Almighty.
PDG Poetry Workshop
By:Tina Marie George
Poetry Form: Etheree syllables- 1,2,3,5,6,7,8,9,10
By:Tina Marie George
Poetry Form: Etheree syllables- 1,2,3,5,6,7,8,9,10
River
Water
opens the path
to a mouth of whispers
with gushing lively souls screaming,
earth child.
opens the path
to a mouth of whispers
with gushing lively souls screaming,
earth child.
Cinquain: 5 lines, syllables= 2/4/6/8/2
Wrote For "PDG Poetry Workshop"
by: Tina Marie George
Wrote For "PDG Poetry Workshop"
by: Tina Marie George
Singing Free Style
Free
it sings
while leaves move
thoughts in shadows
it tells a story of cries that ponders.
I carry this burden deep within me
that nothing sings
yet showing me
the truthful
me.
it sings
while leaves move
thoughts in shadows
it tells a story of cries that ponders.
I carry this burden deep within me
that nothing sings
yet showing me
the truthful
me.
Tetracty Poem
1,2,3,4,10,10,4,3,2,1
By: Tina Marie George
1,2,3,4,10,10,4,3,2,1
By: Tina Marie George
Lady Of Cry
Pour the rain
gracious Alimighty.
Give mercy
so I live
for who I can be today,
and not of the past.
Show me love
and forgive my sins
that I've done
in this world.
Feel my heart burden in tears
which kisses away lust.
gracious Alimighty.
Give mercy
so I live
for who I can be today,
and not of the past.
Show me love
and forgive my sins
that I've done
in this world.
Feel my heart burden in tears
which kisses away lust.
Form: Shadorma syllable 3/5/3/3/7/5.
By: Writer Tina M. George
By: Writer Tina M. George
Fall Sings
Autumn
comes in colors
that shines in the sun rays
touching our souls and blowing songs
of fall.
comes in colors
that shines in the sun rays
touching our souls and blowing songs
of fall.
Cinquain: 5 lines, syllables = 2/4/6/8/2
By: Writer Tina M. George
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Quatrain Poem "He loves me kind"
He hears my pain tenderly.
Pushing all my thoughts accordingly
I see him fight with care and determination.
He loves me with work and dedication.
Something missing in me but not leaving me.
His presence is gracious to my everything I see.
Why I pretend to live jaded
when he gives me nothing to faded.
Mine nor his love should not worry.
My love calls in acting of kindness.
Open these roads and play past dark path from dreary
Kinder means are to be done from this nonsense.
Let me tell you so you know
I love you more.
My presence and soul be told is yours to show,
Even it means I'm a bore.
He hears my pain tenderly.
Pushing all my thoughts accordingly
I see him fight with care and determination.
He loves me with work and dedication.
Something missing in me but not leaving me.
His presence is gracious to my everything I see.
Why I pretend to live jaded
when he gives me nothing to faded.
Mine nor his love should not worry.
My love calls in acting of kindness.
Open these roads and play past dark path from dreary
Kinder means are to be done from this nonsense.
Let me tell you so you know
I love you more.
My presence and soul be told is yours to show,
Even it means I'm a bore.
AUTUMN SUNSET
sluggish sunset taste
sweeten buds pushing the blows
in the mouth of autumn season.
sweeten buds pushing the blows
in the mouth of autumn season.
Form: Stone Poetry
Friday, October 5, 2012
What do you think of "The Raven"?
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is, and nothing more,"
Presently my heart grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" -- here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what threat is, and this mystery explore
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered not a feather then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never-nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from the memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted
On this home by Horror haunted tell me truly, I implore
Is there is there balm in Gilead? tell me tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!' said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked upstarting
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted nevermore.
Refrain is a musical note;
highlighting where I see refrain-
"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
The (ore) sound
Main Refrain-
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Example of Consonannce and at once Alltileration
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream to dream before;
dared/dream alltileration
Internal ryhme here; no mortal ever dared to dream to dream before.
Example of assonance- "For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being."
Nothing further then he uttered not a feather then he fluttered (vowel u) also internal ryhme.
Example of Internal Rhyme and Assonance-
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Favorite lines,
forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door.
Thank you, let me know what your opinions are.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is, and nothing more,"
Presently my heart grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" -- here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what threat is, and this mystery explore
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered not a feather then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never-nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from the memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted
On this home by Horror haunted tell me truly, I implore
Is there is there balm in Gilead? tell me tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!' said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked upstarting
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted nevermore.
Refrain is a musical note;
highlighting where I see refrain-
"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
The (ore) sound
Main Refrain-
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Example of Consonannce and at once Alltileration
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream to dream before;
dared/dream alltileration
Internal ryhme here; no mortal ever dared to dream to dream before.
Example of assonance- "For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being."
Nothing further then he uttered not a feather then he fluttered (vowel u) also internal ryhme.
Example of Internal Rhyme and Assonance-
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Favorite lines,
forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door.
Thank you, let me know what your opinions are.
Monday, June 18, 2012
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Wednesday, January 5, 2011
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