My first set of emmetts:I recall memories of old,Recall remembrances randomMemories forced into martyrdom*Of harrow, now unfoldOld echoes bygone now loom.I recall memories of old,Recall deeds that perforce regret,Memories I'll always dread,Of emotions stone cold,Old sins I'd like to forget.I recall memories of old,Recall bittersweet moments,Memories long forgottenOf joy and sorrow untold,Old and older, as …
Month: July 2022
Narrow Minded
A poem:I write once more With the freedom I yearned When bound by the shackles Of narrow mindedness, Insular no more, I inculcate ideas new, Improvising on the old, Conjuring thoughts anew. I write once more With the creativity I craved When imprisoned within mind Of conservation grave. My poetic spirit rejuvenated, Welds verses with …
Gemstones
My next set of lanturnes(been a while):PearlsSacred,Radiant,Flawless,divineStone.Jade,Deep green,Satiny,InvaluableRock.Quartz,Sturdy,TrustworthyTimekeeper's tool,Jewel.Bright,Perfect,BrilliantPriceless wonders,Gems. -The Forgers of FantasyLanturne: 1.It is a 5-line poem. 2.The syllable limit is 1-2-3-4-1.This has been penned for the #TankaTuesday prompt, where poets were asked to pen lanturnes without any words ending in "ing". You can access the prompt at https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/07/12/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-280-specificform-lanturne-or-lanterne/For more such poems,refer The …
The Wanderer
My next sonnet:The sky is a' moonless and dark tonight,I find the night a' blissful and quiet...So serene, the gloom that swallows all light,I'm haunted not by sorrow or regret...Meandering alone, p'raps doomed to roamIn dismal streets, that offer no solaceTo a boy deprived of the warmth of home,Wandering aimlessly from place to place.My mind …
Dunk
I'm back y'all! It's been a while...but finally, I've managed to pen something..my next quadrille's out!The sound of basketballCrashing into the hoop,When dunked with ferocityIs like no other...To celebrate, or notIs secondary. To hearThat thunderous crashIs every basketballer's dream.The sound of ball bargingThrough hoop, is musicI'd hearken all day. -The Forgers of FantasyThis has been …
Freeverse Beckons
My next freeverse poem:I can't find the right words, Freeverse beckons... Beckons with open arms, I cannot resist no more, Having struggled for long, Trying to weld verses with what I have, Tools of brilliance faded, A forger who once molded magic Now a failure, a feckless fool...My workshop forged fantasies, Masterpieces worthy of applause, …
The Forgers of Fantasy 