- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- It varies. I can't promise much consistency due to my chaotic life.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Horror, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Superpowers, Drama. Also, romance is required with me because I will get bored without it.
Somber Etheree
I'd been flexible with the moods of most of my poetry challenges. This time around, I'm going to ask that you write me something gloomy. Being a melancholic person myself, I'm very interested in seeing what sort of beautiful words you can weave me.
The style is called an etheree. It's ten lines long and it has a specific pattern for the syllables: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. The best part about this style is how you can manipulate it in a few different ways. For example, if you wanted to, you could write an etheree in reverse; 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. As well, you can have more than one verse in your poem. You could have two; that's called a double etheree. You could do three; a triple etheree. So on and so forth. I hope that this isn't too confusing. Click to the following source for further information: LINK
And, on the subject of rhymes: no they are not required. Have fun with this crazy challenge. :P
Anonymous Solitude
She's
inclined
to want more
to ease her mind
than do you or I.
She disappears to find
anonymous solitude.
We look for it, but we are blind.
Left behind, we become mere figments
of her illusions; . . . . we call her unkind.
She's
inclined
to want more
to ease her mind
than do you or I.
She disappears to find
anonymous solitude.
We look for it, but we are blind.
Left behind, we become mere figments
of her illusions; . . . . we call her unkind.
Blurred Vision
Blurred is the Poet's vision when grieving -
Penning release, striking out against
the pain raging inside, casting
out the love that once stemmed from
passion's ink in the night.
Driving poetry
like a prized slave
until limp,
red eyed,
cold.
Sleep
and dream
of lifeless
limits in ink.
Poethood of guilt,
a sentence to be served,
'til the blinded and enraged
can make peace with the opal eye
of passion's night, and create poems
to heal the heart of the grieving Bard.
Blurred is the Poet's vision when grieving -
Penning release, striking out against
the pain raging inside, casting
out the love that once stemmed from
passion's ink in the night.
Driving poetry
like a prized slave
until limp,
red eyed,
cold.
Sleep
and dream
of lifeless
limits in ink.
Poethood of guilt,
a sentence to be served,
'til the blinded and enraged
can make peace with the opal eye
of passion's night, and create poems
to heal the heart of the grieving Bard.