The flagrant fire seared her psyche,
Waiting was no longer a choice,
The serpentine road was spiky,
The flagrant fire seared her psyche.
She rode the jagged waves, quaky,
Harnessing the power of her voice,
The flagrant fire seared her psyche,
Waiting was no longer a choice.
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The flagrant fire seared her psyche
She mourned the arbitrary lines
Wishful thinking was a bane
She stood up, took a stand
Brunt of barbs she bore
Others followed
Fellowmen
In tune
Roared!
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I have tried to use a triolet (an eight line poem that uses the rhyme scheme ABaAabAB) and a nonet (a nine line poem, that starts with nine syllables in the first line and ends with one syllable in the last line). Please let me know if the combination works.
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Wow. Lovely poem and style
Thank you so much, Natasha. <3 <3 <3
Wow ! Ideas conveyed in two different styles
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I think this one can be said as one of your best poems💚💚💚
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Wow I loved it. It flowed so beautifully – just too good.
Thanks so much, Nitika. <3 <3 <3
Wow. 💚
Thank you, Patricia. <3 <3 <3
Fantastic! It’s written so meaningfully in the framework of two different poetic forms. Triolet is one of my favourite forms too 🙂
Thank you so much, Vandana. <3 <3 <3This is the first time I have written a triolet, wonder if i have done it correctly.
Brilliant styles!
Thank you so much, Anuradha. <3 <3 <3
Wow.
Thank you, ma’am <3 <3 <3
Awesome expression in two styles with a nice flow
Thank you so much, ma’am. <3 <3 <3
Marvellous my God! Unique verse. 💚💚💚
Thank you, dear Sonali for your kind words. 💚💚💚