Ten-poem challenge~1. roundel [mine]
2. rondeau [mine]
3. rondine [mine]
4. rondel [mine]
5. rondeau redoublé
6. roundelay [mine]
7. rondelet
8. romantic stanza [mine]
9. rhyme royal
10. rubai
I’m taking the forms from my favorite site, Guide to Verse Forms.
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Rondeau of Life and DeathWill you have life from death restored or suffer from your gained reward? You've raised dead men from iron tombs and seen from eyes like empty rooms, your eyes that you've destroyed by sword.Rondeau of Life and Death
You've called yourself Fate, hell's high lord, survived while death's deep river roared. As blind you reach for living blooms, will you have life?
You've killed while men pled and implored, brought life to corpses long abhorred by men who live while Fate he looms. You've brought them to their certain dooms. With blinded eyes and rules ignored, will you have
by ~Ovenbirdling
Romantic Stanza on OvenbirdOvenbird up in the sky as she's soaring, flapping her wings as she rises so high. Far away from the world that she's exploring, Ovenbird up in the sky.Romantic Stanza on Ovenbird
Under her all the world plays understanding, waiting while sunset lights heaven ablaze. Shadows with darkness are slowly expanding. Under her all the world plays.
Forgotten memories burn like the fire raging in skies that to darkness will turn. Darkness remembers, and while she flies higher, forgotten memories burn.
Ovenbird knows she is gone from the confines, absent from sunset and absent from
by ~Ovenbirdling
Rondine for Bell RingingTo ring a bell I'll volunteer on Thursday with the good campaign of crimson kettles, and I'll gain donations given in good cheer.Rondine for Bell Ringing
Salvation Army once a year has people outside, snow or rain, to ring a bell.
The holidays are drawing near. I ask you please to be humane and donate somehow--don't complain, for someone has to stand out here to ring a bell.
by ~Ovenbirdling
Roundelay for a Bug's LifeOn the windshield bugs will splatter, never knowing why they're dying. High-speed cars mean flat is flatter. Moving them will take some prying. Life's not fair, but does it matter? All we do is keep on trying.Roundelay for a Bug's Life
High-speed cars mean flat is flatter. Moving them will take some prying. Legs and thorax, wings that tatter-- all they want is to keep flying. Life's not fair, but does it matter? All we do is keep on trying.
Legs and thorax, wings that tatter-- all they want is to keep flying. Fly away, but please don't batter on the light bulb, or r
by ~Ovenbirdling
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witness.Seventy four shades of black Splattered seemingly with care. And behind them, our prayers Pierced the silent air. Standing witness, we with eyes sewn shut Will swear to breathe for another day Without choice or reluctance Because today is too late. We are rainbows, only half as pretty As the stars raped by night Defiled and exiled, we will trace With tears the day we fly. And they with burning power are Fueled by desperation and hate Like we are. Who are we to judge The judges of our fate? And walk as we may, will we ever escape With our saniwitness.
by ~x-Nymphora
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You have wonderful poetry. I must find time to look through all of them.
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