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Write of poem of any length and style using an anaphora. An anaphora is the repetition of a word or expression several times within a clause, stanza, or poem. The repetition of the phrase can be at the beginning of each line, setting the tone as a meditation or a mantra, or utilized more subtlety within the piece. As usual, feel free to post your finished work in the main forum for feedback.
This is the result of love
This is the result of opportunity
This is the result of chances taken
This is my life
This is the result of joy
This is the result of pain
This is the result of triumph
This is my life
This is the result of patience
This is the result of wisdom gained
This is the result of knowledge applied
This is my life
This is the result of rare carelessness
This is the result of wrong place wrong time
This is the result of mortality...
... And there goes my life.
Love Hurts More
I've lost through love
And lost through hate
Now I know the score
Love hurts more
I thought they were the same
The strings that pull the heart with pain
...thought they were the same
I've hated with passion
And loved with passion
And what the hell was it for?
To realise that love hurts more
Love hurts more
True love hurts more
It's deeper, darker, madder, sadder
It cuts you up inside
Till it skins your soul alive
and leaves you crying "Please don't die"
True love
True love hurts much more
Its only human
To crave happiness
How elusive is this silent deserter?
Now that we give relentless pursuit
Giving chase in ring-bearing pairs of two
But never stopping, even if our partner
Stumbles or falters...
I can say this as a father
Its only human
To crave happiness
For yourself and your daughter
Even though turbulence seems triumphant
The vast majority of the time
Its only human
To battle back in attempt to recapture
The smile you wore years back
When you were enraptured by wanderlust
And saw no crushing black
Swallowing rainbows
It's only human
To crave happiness
Damn, I want to laugh again
Without having to forced the desired
Sound from my gut. This is my permanent rut
I am lost in the thickets of despair
Wandering in broken pursuit
For that damned elusive happiness.
No partner to speak of
That would understand and console
This hurt. The aching mind
That this life of chase grinds
Daily, to a nub unworthy of thought.
Oddly, by the most basic of desires
Was this painful burden wrought.
It's only human
To crave happiness
So why then am I the man sent
Without trail or council
To the burning stake for refusal
To repent? I will not apologize
I vow only to resent. Fuck you
And this clown court, which sentences innocents.
Its only human
To crave happiness!
If you write it…Make it worth reading
If you record it…Make it worth seeing
If you live it…Make it worth dreaming
If you say it…Make it worth hearing
If it scares you…I hope it’s worth fearing
If you love it…I hope it’s worth loving
If you’re looking…be looking for something
Real
We sip juice from juniper berries
I am nine years old and
This playground is the birthplace
Of our eternal love
Lips sticky and sweet
We share our first kiss
By the seesaw
My heart beats rapidly
Pounding through my chest
Into the sand below
We sip juice from juniper berries
It's gotten a bit stronger now
As me and my she celebrate
(A day late) my 21st birthday.
Smiles as we drink more steadily
But she paced herself ahead of me
And stepped off the steepest heaven
She had ascended to thus far
I attempted to aid - but there's a wicked refrain
Coupled with the sentiments of my given help
And she fell victim to her own haphazard ways
But I am victimized as well...
by visions of the grizzly scene
I sip juice from Juniper berries
Blood flows in abundance
Tainting the fruit as time did
My youth. It's been ages
Since your departure. Although I remain
Here to enjoy the sweetness
I am incapable of tasting
Honeyed pleasure. In your absence.
Indulging in the juniper berry's juices
Only by habit. Old ones diehard
Particularly in the aftermath
Of sweeping change
And fleeting rain. Pouring down
On your grave...
Bathed in tears hey listen to,me.
A cost I stole near hell just to
Get to heaven....bathed in tears.
Now every time I envision you dancing
You're dancing for him
In the disco of my downfall
I am stranded on the outside
Watching closely through the glass window
As you move rhythmically, all the while forgetting about me
He matches your rhythm splendidly
And you fell for it - endlessly
Why'd I catch you? Goodness me! I don't know.
But now every time I envision you dancing
You're dancing for him
And I can't erase it
So I hurt daily
While you move past your mistakes
I'm here in yesteryear, reeling
Still feeling I've been betrayed
But it was never betrayal you say
On the dawn of the disco of your downfall
"You were on the outside
I had no inhibitions to hide,
I had let go of my pride,
I was just a long for the ride, "
You say. You say. You say. I say,
You walked away. Into the disco
And you danced for him.
So now every time I envision you dancing
You're dancing for him!
What am I to do?
Hang up my dancing shoes?
Just because my mistress was cruel
Enough to scuff them up in anger,
Putting all we ever had in danger,
Reeling the dancing fools in like an angler
Keen at knowing no one's watching her cheat the system
But all the while her truest catch did his dead fish flop, right in front of her.
You could have thrown me back, you murderer!
You are succubus, a curse to which I have no guarding charm
Like Beowulf of old, the false champion has took my arm.
And I'm bleeding out. You don't care, disregard shows you never did.
Mead was drunk and clothes removed. A sudden farewell was bid
And I'm left outside with my bewilderment, heart heavy as sin
Sitting here envisioning you dancing for him.
I guess I lied a little
I guess I hid some things
I tried to cover up
It wasn't ever easy
to turn my back on you
You know they never knew
I lied a beat or two
but I never thought my plan fooled you
I spent my days like quarters
In and out of hands
I found out then that no one understands
And spent my nights in darkness
Struggling to be free, got lost
on my mental killing spree
I wasted time without you
I hated you for that
We always said we'd make it right
The Queen, the Castle, the White Knight
Did you... find it easy to let go?
My thoughts were always with you
I hated you for that
'Cause to hate you with a passion
means to love you long ago
Words are never easy
They’re solely for the wise
From now on I can only trust your eyes
I hate you with a passion
I hate you with this heart
'Cause to hate you with a passion
means to love you long ago
babe I hate you so damn much
it only goes to show
the love I have for you just won't let go
When she holds you tight at night
do you realize?
That between her moans
Lay my cries
Can you hear me cry?
When you're swimming in her ocean
When I'm falling from the sky
Can you hear me cry?
I hate you with a passion
I hate you with pure fury
For all the times I laughed and cried
For every day spent by your side
For the electric chair when you zapped my pride
For my gas chamber heart when you watched it die
I hate you with pure fury
I hate you with a passion
And I hate you with pure love
And every day without you
I thank the lord above
I'm not even asking for feedback
Because I won't get any,
Let one of these so called legends drop
Guarantee they'll get plenty.
My style is parallel to theirs
These squares just play into their hype
They aren't actually writing their ass off
And hitting the open mics
Hoping tonight will be their night...
I'm not even asking for feedback
Because I won't get any
I'm the one ripened for fixing
You're the false heir sitting
On a throne made of bones
I see you lounging nonchalantly upon
Skeltons piled neatly
In a regal fashion. And these idiots love it
Your words they covet like fiends for needles
Pipe-Dreams have all but timidly tickled
The readers. The believers
Of your fanciful charade.
Someone call the Real Writer Brigade
That's why I'm not even asking for feedback
Because I won't get any,
And to be real, I don't need it. I'm not asking
For appeasement, grievances, fairy dust
Or Pixie sticks. I'm just an artist trying to live
Perfecting his craft to fend for his kid
With the only gift the stingy God did give
But oh well its whatever. I tell you...
I'm not even asking for feedback Because I won't get any.
Let one of these so called legends drop
Guarantee they'll get plenty.
My style is parallel to theirs
These squares just play into their hype
They aren't actually writing their ass off
And hitting the open mics
Hoping tonight will be their night...
Ok, just so truth isn't the only dude posting shit in here... lol - This shit actually took a while to tame. For each stanza, syllable count goes 11, 10, 8, 4, 10, 8, 4 and rhyming structure goes A, B, C, D, B, E, D (2nd and 5th rhyme, 4th and 7th rhyme).
CONSISTENCY:
Furious, my father called me 'Son' one day,
And on child's shoulder laid cheated hand;
Frowned and grimaced, flummoxed, faltered-
Begrudgingly,
My father muttered me the Law of Man:
Word is bond, a man must prove his
Consistency.
A chef, stewing over morning's argument,
Carefully brings pot up to the boil.
She stirs, and watches as the sauce
Thickens quickly.
Simple things compound, let fire toil;
With life and food, maintain the right
Consistency.
A scientist stays the course of his study,
Eyes fixed steady on his destination;
He knows changing heart will challenge
Validity.
His data is ruled by regulation,
For there is no meaning without
Consistency.
Every tick of the clock an expiration;
The final breath of a newborn moment.
Each sunset, another day dies.
And finally,
Time dissolves all things, the Great Erodent:
Nothing lasts, there's no such thing as
Consistency.
@Truth Iscariot @Emilyinthepool @Soul_Purpose @Boba fatt
Great job trying this out. I'm happy to see, too, that this resulted in some extra pieces being posted to the main forum.
You guys are dope. Thanks.
New challenge should be up sometime tonight.
Born to live
Born to cry
Born to walk
Born to fall
Born to run
Born to jump
Born to eat
Born to sleep
Born to drink
Born to bleed
Born to speak
Born to scream
Born to attend
Born to participate
Born to demonstrate
Born to liberate
Born to fight
Born to win
Born to struggle
Born to sin
Born to create
Born to hide
Why was I born if I was born to die?
dagel you need to post more in here (and sign into haiku)
I will when freedom (and mind) allows it.
Sounds good.
Welcome @Mantra . Thanks for setting it up : )