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 |
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Ae Freslighe Poetry Style
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)



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
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