Hey folks!I’m back with my next poem, titled “Memories”.Been a long time since I wrote a poem with rhyming quatrains.Also, this time, I also set a syllable limit of 5-6-5-5 for each line.Enjoy!
Moments came and went,
But the memories stayed;
Marks perforcely borne
Till I never may…
Marks to be cherished,
Echoes I mayn’t forget;
Or marks that bolster
Harrow and regret.
Marks of true friendship,
Echoes I mayn’t forget,
Or marks of hatred,
That feed me regret.
Marks of sweet success,
Echoes I mayn’t forget,
Or marks of faults dire
That I may regret.
Aeons came and went,
But the memories stayed;
Memories that haunt
My soul,everyday.
-The Forgers of Fantasy
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The Forgers of Fantasy 
“marks of faults dire” … I love that.
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Thank you.
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Memories have a habit of haunting like this: nicely penned!
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Thank you 🙂 My next poem’s about that 😉
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Marked memories, I like that idea and you communicated it well. Some are definitely marked for avoiding.
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Thank you very much!Yes,some are definitely marks to be avoided. 🙂
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