#blank verse

[willknightauthor]

A BREATH IN THE DARK

[verona-honey]

murder me, and in my place, leave the husk of human, the ever-lovely doll that you projected onto me all along

[gargiyadav]

All the times I have said no to you are all the times I have said yes to myself.

With all the screaming and crying comes a perfect silent glory of self-realisation. 

That makes you realise your identity as a god’s child. So, then why should I kneel and pray to you for forgiveness when I can look in the mirror and see god’s plan written all over my face in big bold letters?

[lebuc]

flame

* moth to flame  your destiny wafts, drawn by an elemental warmth ...no escaping it.

neither dust, mist nor derelection serves as a denier

& that wick - eternally bright

burns - though i'd just as soon say  it bubbles out of you  

& i'm entranced very time, flame, ...damn these singed wings.

* 5/23 -  lebuc - flame

[britneyshakespeare]

His virtue was the brainstorm of a dreamer!

He died a fool. And may his fall pull down

his friend and all his century! We shall see

how they get on without me. For one evening,

the world belongs to me still. [...]

King Philip II of Spain, Don Carlos by Friedrich Schiller, Act V scene ii. Translation by Robert David MacDonald.

[dragonflies-draw-flame]

Monstrous

Said he with those fair flaming lashes low: "Oh, ravish me, you, take my iv'ry skin And make it yours—your fingers down my back Into the willing depths; curl and bend and Splay and shake me: oh, devastate me, please!" The surge and swell and rage: dark creature, storm And flash—sweet monster, who with welcome force Beheld his prey—his equal—his desired.

Oh! To surrender to the one you love— If "love" be beastly, sharp and deep and strong: Collapsing spent into his wicked arms, All taken: decimated loveliness. With waxing smile, peers up with hungry eyes— And then does he cry out: "Again, again!"

—

More Kylux poetry? Yes. I have a problem.

Also posted on AO3 here.

[redpensandplaywriting]

The latest in Grammar Talk is out! In it, I wax poetic (literally) about my very favourite type of metre—because I am exactly the sort of nerd to have a favourite type of metre—iambic pentameter.

Come explore with me how the rhythms of iambic pentameter work, and why this particular poetic technique is so well-used (and well-beloved by writers such as Shakespeare and his crowd).

[env0writes]

Dead End Dirt Lot Diaries 7.19.2023 “Overgrown Ruinous Mind”

I’d have sacked Rome Visited with the Visigoths and trampled the Senate I’d have torn down my home and body Plucked each hair from my face And like dandelion tufts blown Made a wish on each strand That lands stranded in the overgrown ruins Only found on travels down at my feet Gullible, is the word often used for trusting-believing Following the mob that lit mixed signal-fires Making ash to send into the night sky as stars I’d have burned Rome a thousand times to make stars Just as I’d destroy my body a thousand days to make myself It’s just a body-mine A small shrine made for me Rearranged stone by stone Growing like a grove, Trees after the Roman fire, thrive in rich soil Sipping on the dripping wealth, and goodness knows what else I am the god that answered prayers It’s only fair, is That I am the one to build my temple Rub my temples The manuscript only went so far Ripped up, but left a scar As far as I’ll roam, I’ll heal, I’ll tear down Each aqueduct reroute, tear duct or frown Even as I crumble As ashes from cigarette butts grumble Empty stomached promises ruined Lean-to ionic column breaks faster, my friend We’ll find structure in the ashes Mistyped keyboard mashes Without a worry, why hurry Broken pillars, capillaries burst blood and vision getting blurry Wish upon a star to conquer the conqueror What was her– Name, left unrecorded It seems history couldn’t be afforded Will my wishes be granted? When the scattered dandelion seeds are planted Spilt soiled and looking like starlight wishes Piecemeal be back together with more than several stitches It’s too late for Rome, but not for me Rebuild enough and my limbs will shade as strong as any tree

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[sleepyhollowgirlsworld]

My dearest whatever,

I cannot fathom why you would lie so; "one day, one day," you convince me to stay, with promises of love you cannot keep. "I ache for you, I long for you," or so you say. You say that I am yours but never that you're mine, so why must we go round and round and round and round until the end of time--or at least until we tear each other apart, or you tear out my heart. I'd tear it out myself and serve it to you warm and fresh and bloody with my love. I'd do anything you asked me to, for you, my sweet, the one I bleed to love.

unfortunately, yours

[afoolishpoet]

Will you?

Will you be there for me when I need it?

In those moments when I have gotten quiet & am drowning in my own emotions?

Will you see me?

Will you see me when I'm sitting there all alone, being just a spectator while everyone is laughing with ecstasy?

When I'm pretending that everything is fine, as I scroll mindlessly through my phone?

Will you notice when I feel like crying?

When I am overwhelmed and feeling useless?

Will you listen to all my nonsense words & still understand them?

When I feel the need to say something but I'm not quite sure what?

Will you recognise all my nervous habits?

The way I play with my hair & jut my lips out in a feeble attempt to look unbothered?

Will you notice when I feel cold?

When I am in need of someone to just be there by my side?

Will you be there when I'm not making any sense, yet I continue talking?

When I'm myself not sure what I mean to say?

Sometimes, I think you will.

I may not be sure of everything you have hidden under your mask but

I think you will.

Just be there for me, you will.

—d.t.

[carxzrito]

Soulmates

Hace no mucho escuché la frase "Las almas gemelas están echas para encontrarse, no para estar juntas" y me he estado rehusando a la posibilidad de que aquello sea cierto, sigo aferrado a la idea de que algún día volverás, o qué somos las personas correctas, y ese fue el momento equivocado, que el destino nos ayudara a reencontrarnos en el momento correcto. Sin embargo, ya no se si eso sea posible, mis esperanzas van cayendo lentamente. Te extraño cada día mas, extraño tu escencia, tu sonrisa y risa, la luna reflejada en tus ojos, los cuales guardan galaxias enteras, galaxias las cuáles me salvaron del abismo. Pero solo me pregunto , ¿Somos almas gemelas o solo somos un amor mas grande de lo que podemos soportar como para continuar?

[verona-honey]

Untitled, The Third

I think being okay, for me, anyway, means being content with not being loved romantically. I cannot replace self love with that inflicted by another. I am learning this and one day I hope she does as well.

[leonkupidyn]

When fiction shapes the way I see the world,

The reality becomes unsatisfying, and I crave something more.

Now that fiction shaped my worldview,

When I see a jumpy catto,

I get super angry, as it flies into the air,

with dissatisfaction, I look at him go,

upset that I hear not a single sound of "S P O I N G g g o o"

"Standards for cats" a blank verse by Leon Kupidyn, April 19, 2024

[lebuc]

embodiment of a dream

* apprenticeship preceeds any notion of skill or its flaunting as an impresario,

a knowing master of the game gaining influence & accolades by the pound or bushel, whichever's apt.

how long, how many years, how many lifetimes must it necessarily take

to attain, to boldly go* forth & claim the stake rightly owned by your 10,000 (...hours)

plus the fortitude to so do for so long in the strong belief that

one day, you'll live to see, to be...

the living embodiment of a dream:

your reality for all the world to see. how long indeed? * 6/23 - lebuc - embodiment of a dream

* we all know from whence this is...

[britneyshakespeare]

For Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by th' hand, And with his arms outstretch'd as he would fly, Grasps in the comer. The welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. Let not virtue seek Renumeration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigor of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating Time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust, that is a little gilt, More laud than gilt o'erdusted. The present eye praises the present object.

Ulysses, III.iii.165–180, Troilus and Cressida by Shakespeare

[nickchristian86]

NaPoWriMo Day 2 "Remembering Jade"

We officially have a streak. It’s day 2 of NaPo and this is my response to today’s prompt: writing a platonic love poem. The idea of writing about an object really spoke to me. The only question is what. My classroom is lined with Funko pops and the majority of which tell an interest of mine. I could do something about football, even though I really don’t want to talk about football (… which…