Hey all! I'm back with my next cadralor of 4 haikus and one reverse katuata(the fifth stanza). Enjoy!Forges bellowing;Furiously toiling,Flames playfully dance.Anvils clamoringFor blow of red-hot hammer,Smithy obliges.The sledge's strike augmentsThe welders' dulcet warble,Soothing harking ears.Molten metal seethes,Turbulent liquid cascadesInto monstrous mold.Hammering away at words,I mold magical verses,Chanting in delight. -The Forgers of FantasyP.S: This …
Author: Veera
A seventeen year old writer, hooper, amateur poet, biology enthusiast and a diehard cricket fan
Above, or Below?
Hey all! I'm back with my first couple of katuatas. Enjoy!Atop tallest peak,Admiring not skies above,Absorbed in beauty below.What humility!Furious firestorms withinHonor humble flames without.P.S: This has been penned for the What Do You See prompt, #WDYS , where poets were asked to write what they saw in the photo in question(given above). You can …
The Crystal Ball’s Cipher
The Crystal Ball- a painting from John William Waterhouse. Hey all! I'm back with my next ekphrastic poem. Enjoy!She observes,transfixed;Mind wailing with wonderment,At a crystal ball. Untold propheciesWhisper worlds to eager eyesFathoming futures.Mysteries clouded,Esoteric enigmasHidden to her eyes..She summons stanzasMeaningless without knowledgeOf unknown within.Hence she stares,transfixed,Hungering to decipherCrystal ball's ciphers. -The Forgers of FantasyP.S: This …
Imagination,or Rhyme?
Hey all! I'm back with my first piece of prose. Enjoy!When I started out writing poetry, I preferred not to pour my thoughts on paper,but rather,I used to think only of the rhyme. From bewitching blooms releasing hypnotizing aromas, to macabre murders and terrible tortures; I wrote only according to what a rhyme scheme demanded,not …
Seasons’ Delights
Hey all! I'm back with my next cadralor.Enjoy!Beguiled by fragrance;Bewitched by blooming flowers,Charmed by sprightly spring.Savoring ice cream;Bathing in scorching sunlight,Running home suntanned.Pressed against warm bed,Harking lovely melodiesSung by pouring rain.Watching snow showerEnjoying icy weather,Delights of winter.Pandemic concludes,I relish seasons' wonders,Unhindered by plague. -The Forgers of FantasyFor more such poems,refer The Forgers of Fantasy
Passion,or Pastime?
Hey all!I'm back with my next couple of American sentences.Enjoy!Should I consider poetry a passion,or a pastime?Tough choice.Even after painstakingly penning poems, its difficult to choose. -The Forgers of Fantasy.For more such poems, refer The Forgers of Fantasy
Dissatisfied,or Satisfied?
Hey all! I'm back with my next American sentence. Enjoy!"The poems I'm dissatisfied with seem satisfactory to others." -The Forgers of FantasyFor more such poems, refer The Forgers of Fantasy
Counting Syllables,Checking Rhyme,or Both?
Hey all! I'm back with my next American Sentence.Enjoy!David posted an American sentence in The Skeptic's Kaddish,"Sometimes, I'm not inclined to verse,but find myself counting syllables."Here is an American sentence I wrote in response:I find myself both counting syllables and checking rhyme.Better yet? -The Forgers of Fantasy,David(The Skeptic's Kaddish)For more such poems, refer The Forgers …
A Dose of Nonsense
Hey all! I'm back with my first poem of complete nonsense, which consists of twenty lines loaded with nonsense,the rhyme scheme being similar to that of four limericks( a-a-b-b-a-c-c-d-d-c-e-e-f-f-e-g-g-h-h-g). Enjoy!A dull declecious druggieAsked a polliavon for purified blubbie;Got shapsnack whiter than pearls,Howled," You pair of baboons' bearls; I don't wanna end up tubby!Chopsnashoc! I'll wackspit …
Predators are Predators..
A poem:A dragon sniggered,Eyeing two squabbling rabbits,Perched atop a rock.The furballs stood still,Trembling, flooded with fear;The beast remained calm.Uttered one,boldly,"O dragon,ye can breathe fire;Feast on feared lions.Yet driven by greed,Ye murder more innocentsThan you can e'er eat.No measure of meatCan satiate thy hungerVitalised by greed.Though granted power,Ye roam, a baleful blackheart,Relishing our angst."The dragon blinked …
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