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Oh, if Heav’n our Earthly deeds did move,
I’d have your heart in satin stitched,
And placed still in Pandora’s box;
So through de..
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Old-English verse.
Required Conditions: Broken line, two stressed syllables per every half line, alliteration.
Alternative Conditions: Epithets, App..
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It is my personal opinion that sublimity,
Also known as “the erratic”,
Is understated underappreciated and should be
Found more often..
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Last night,
As I lay under my bed on the cold, shivering tile,
I remembered to watch under the door
(for there was quite an abundance of floresce..
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My Muse has abused me;
How rude of her! How crude!
I cannot believe she has once more left
Me feeling used, as if I were her puppet �
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Oh those eyes…
They hurt me so.
Swallow me up in their glares and so,
The stares rip… rip apart my bleeding heart.
It’s too ea..
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Oh, it’s interesting, the way we dream;
Our last subconscious hurrah, before
The seemingly endless night ensues.
Ah, but the dreams make o..
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Decided to try something out... this poem is constructed completely of quotes (in some way or another). The words are not mine. The construction, howe..
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One day... I shall in fact read this aloud to my lover. But for now, shyness has gotten the best of me.
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If ever I try to put words to your name,
I am hindered by a truth that should be ever clear:
That your soul in itself is the one perfect poem,
That..
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