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Love Poems About Diminishing Ascending Englyn
by Constance La France |
Categories:
crush,
I met him when so young, a crush, a love
on silky words I hung
they just slid smooth off his tongue
now, a memory among
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February 17, 2020
Poetry/Englyn Quatrain/A Crush, A Love
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1226-288-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
ENGLYN is a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30 syllables in four lines
10,6,7,7. The sixth syllable of line one annouces the rhyme, the last
syllable of succeeding three lines rhyme with it.(The final syllable of
line one is without rhyme). The content often has an enigmatic quality.
Written for F F I Blog Series 75- Englyn
Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
by Talena Alienmermaid |
Categories:
love, romance,
Shielded, his logic affects distrust - chill resolve
Mine scatters like dust, dissolves
His lust for my mind absolves
Allows this love to evolve.
by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories:
celebrity, death, music, remember,
Jimi's groovy guitar leaps
Psychedelic anthem beats
Certainly a broader reach
Than what banal mainstreams seek
Janis sang in passion rough
Too much for the upper crust
Voice of insistence and rush
Love songs with a gritty touch
Jim's strange Doors opened destined
Music of scant time's lessons
Fallen stars burn in legend
Breathless at twenty-seven
5/24/20
by Nadine Fababier |
Categories:
death, loss, lost love, teen
I can still hear the song of the spring breeze...
About a love went wrong
When two hearts hid for so long...
Now I hear the requiem's gong
by Swairik Das |
Categories:
life, love, nostalgia, passion
Endear my soul
I pled for quest
Your fortune lo and behold
I pored for adore abreast
Lacked in notion by the unspoken magna cum laude
I searched for hope, peacefully at rest.
Love thirst for lust
I longed for my desire
Your fortune lo and behold
I last for a threshold to admire
Belie by the vile magna cum laude
I held down so that my mien aspire.
Unholy my pilgrim
I tossed for my solitaire
Your fortune lo and behold
I graced for a mighty meriting layer
Avowed by the chromatic symbiosis magna cum laude
I breathed to my valentine, preached for an eonian prayer.
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
love
Some worship beauty inside stone temples
pleasing words of tribute said
wishing peace in days ahead,
Devoted faith brings a loving comfort
taught in ways of divine grace
but there is another place.
and so my head rests upon your shoulder
perhaps whispering your name
as we watch kindling flame.
candle lit thoughts ignite passion's desire
fiery kisses I adore,
and I want to love you more.
by Mohan Chutani |
Categories:
summer,
A dawn makes a promise new
love songs, sing the chirping birds
soft aurora opens morn door
wet soft grass blades stick on shoe.
Fine lazy day, why undo?
dewed blooms whisper tender words
my heart wants to listen more
enjoying these moments few.
Drunk on nature, I get high
gentle, fresh breeze, feels so good
worries get all cast away
time seems to be on slow run.
Going out today, far cry
party barbecue, I would
friends are invited too, hey!
day so begun, is well done.
9.6.2020
Written 4 stanzas. Similarity of end words of respective lines of first and second stanza and then third and fourth stanza attempted.
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
lost love, love,
re-post inspired by Constance latest form contest
Her love was like a rose,with no perfume.
Dressed in very fine clothes
passion she could not propose,
brought the romance to a close.
Note on form:ENGLYN a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30 syllables in four lines 10,6,7,7.
The sixth syllable of line one annouces the rhyme,the last syllable of succeeding three lines rhyme with it
(The final syllable of line one is without rhyme).The content often has an
enigmatic quality.
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
lost love,
Her love was like a rose,with no perfume.
Dressed in very fine clothes
passion she could not propose,
brought the romance to a close.
Note on form:ENGLYN a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30 syllables in four lines 10,6,7,7.The sixth syllable of line one annouces the rhyme,the last syllable of succeeding three lines rhyme with it.(The final syllable of line one is without rhyme).The content often has an enigmatic quality.
by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories:
love, passion
Love set by candlelight, adorns us both
Our hands held, gripping tight
As we stand right here this night
Morning, we’ll welcome sunlight
by Katherine Stella |
Categories:
daughter, dedication, children, happiness, imagination, inspirational, introspection, love, philosophy, thank you, uplifting, visionary
when it comes to my child being blessed I
thank God for quite awhile
on bend knees and cold tiles
for her warm and soft smile
Tribute To Jenny
Mama Loves Ya Peanut
Also entry for
Brian Strands
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
lost love,
Her love was like a rose,with no perfume.
Dressed in very fine clothes
passion she could not propose,
brought the romance to a close.
Note on form:ENGLYN a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30 syllables in four lines 10,6,7,7.The
sixth syllable of line one annouces the rhyme,the last syllable of succeeding three lines
rhyme with it.(The final syllable of line one is without rhyme).The content often has an
enigmatic quality.
by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories:
life, love,
Hold my hand in yours so tight
As we stand right here this night
Morning, we’ll welcome sunlight
Englyn Milwr Celtic, three line stanza, seven syllables in each line, rhyming
scheme aaa.
by Bernard F. Asuncion |
Categories:
love,
It is nice to go to sleep
With a peace of mind to keep
And dream of love sweet and deep
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
poetry,
Her love was like a rose,with no perfume.
Dressed in very fine clothes
passion she could not propose,
brought the romance to a close.
Note on form:ENGLYN a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30 syllables in four lines 10,6,7,7.The
sixth syllable of line one annouces the rhyme,the last syllable of succeeding three linesrhyme with it.(The final syllable of line one is without rhyme).The content often has an enigmatic quality.
by Alkas Poetry |
Categories:
allegory, allusion, analogy, feelings, heart, metaphor,
Rarely I unfold my heart
being vain is state of art
locked for love can be tart
by Mary Taylor |
Categories:
words,
Some words can hold great power,
depending on the intent
They can fill you with sorrow
They can cause you great regret
Words can lift your soul up high
And fill your heart with such love
Fairytales told at bed time
At times words don't say enough
Some words can be magical
And can help you manifest
Words can be quite logical
Faith in words can bring success
by Bernard F. Asuncion |
Categories:
love,
I don't want to fall asleep
All I want is just to keep
The love in my heart so deep.
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
poetry,
Her love was like a rose,with no perfume.
Dressed in very fine clothes
passion she could not propose,
brought the romance to a close.
by Krish Radhakrishna |
Categories:
devotion, love, me, memory, rain, weather,
Walking in the rain with you,
Splashing water with our shoes,
Bodies close under brolly,
When love smiled on you and me!
Your hair was wet and face too,
Lipstick stayed bright pink and true,
I slipped my arm round your waist,
Weather won me my first date!
Down the line many years hence,
When the rain comes pouring in,
think of a pretty face wet,
Pink lipstick, hair weather swept!
Written 28/05/2020
Sponsor Beth Evans
Englyn poetry contest
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
poetry,
Her love was like a rose,with no perfume.
Dressed in very fine clothes
passion she could not propose,
brought the romance to a close.
Note on form:ENGLYN a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30 syllables in four lines 10,6,7,7.The
sixth syllable of line one annouces the rhyme,the last syllable of succeeding three lines
rhyme with it.(The final syllable of line one is without rhyme).The content often has an
enigmatic quality.
by Pratap Roy |
Categories:
birthday,
Celebration of birthday
makes me feel one more year gone from the rest
Time now left .... use best way.
Now, understood meaning of
time and tide wait for none; yes, no time to
waste, to do best to love.
~x~x~
by Bernard F. Asuncion |
Categories:
love,
Our great love will never fall,
At the final curtain call,
We can say we did it all.
by Bernard F. Asuncion |
Categories:
love,
There is one thing that will stay,
Now, forever and a day:
It’s the great love come what may.
by Bernard F. Asuncion |
Categories:
love,
Just smile after the rainfall,
Let the joy be in your soul,
And be filled with love for all.