Defining Death

Death is..........

the silent song of peace,
an amazing word,
merging different worlds.
The ultimate stroke of a painter's brush,
splashing canvas with the final touch.
The lost part of a puzzle ,
when found completes life.
A wish,
even if not wished,
granted.
A soulful embrace,
relieving all the pains.

Engulf me in thy arms,
I'll absorb all your warmth.

Your Quietness: Triversen

Your quietness,

holding many voices,

echoing through mind.

Your quietness,

words sealed within,

pouring melancholy.

Your quietness,

seeping in the mud,

drops of tears.

Your quietness,

deep in heart,

a pearl of the pacific.

Your quietness,

pondering about life,

beyond the boundaries.

Your quietness,

the winter snow,

falling on me softly.

Triversen : An entire poem consisting of 6 stanza and there is no particular rhyme scheme with it .The concept is to have a sentence with three phrases with each phrase a line. 

God’s Blessings : Harrisham Rhyme

God’s blessings pouring on terra,

Dripping through shadows,

Glowing forever, not ephemera,

Gossamer rays deific halos,

Resin soft glimmer, a protective vera,

Nip in the air blowing tone so mellow.

Harrisham Rhyme : created by a female poet named Harrisham Minhas, from India. It has is a six-line rhyming stanza. The last alphabet (letter) of the first word of each line is the first alphabet (letter) of the first word of next line. There is no restriction on the starting alphabet (letter)of the first line.Rhyme scheme : ababab.

The Bee Hive : Rannaicheacht Ghairid

The bee hive,

a miracle of strive,

unsurpassed hardwork sublimed,

excellent paradigm live.

Buzzing bees,

dance, hum, ruffle with ease,

gather pollen, drink sap,

fly high, wings flap in breeze.

Amber juice,

the sweet  fruit of produce,

distilled, luscious , pure,

flavour of demure exudes.

The bees thrive,

in adverse conditions survive,

their abode -  the protector,

honey collector, the bee hive.

A Poem for my daughter!

Rannaicheacht Ghairid (ron-a'yach cha'r-rid): Irish poetry form having quatrain stanzas with uneven lines. The first line has three syllables, the other three have seven. The stanza rhymes a a b a, with a cross-rhyme between three and four and the opening word or phrase or line is also included at the end (to end where it began)

A x a

x x x x x x a

x x x x x x b

x x b x x x A

My Spirit : Rhupunt

 

I bid adieu,

to azure blue,

I’ll remain true,

attached to you,

like a leafstalk.

Flying lone,

from this zone,

wading alone,

into unknown,

my spirit walks.

Rhupunt :  Welch form having three, four or more lines, of four syllables with a rhyming scheme a. a. a. B. / c. c. c. B. and so on. Last lines of each stanza rhyme…

A Prayer: Vers Beaucoup

I pray that petals lay your way,

and rays dazzle in shades of hazel,

angel of happiness to bless,

refresh your life with no strife.

The dream you have shines with gleam and its stream,

without any seams, flows, grows,

glows with northern lights just right,

and bright, to higher successful peaks you rise and rise.

May this prayer through the air, over valley’s layer,

to you adhere, reside and hide,

in you confide, make you strong, to travel along,

this long road with love of god.

The Vers Beaucoup, rhyming word scheme of:

a-a-a-

a-b-b-

b-c-c-

c-d-d

Each rhyme can only use a maximum of three words.

The Divine Creation of God: Ovillejo

The divine creation of god,

you are grace of lord,

enchanting one and all.

Playing different roles,

of sister, daughter, wife, mother,

caring for us and others,

imparting strength further.

Precious of all the humans,

you the divine woman.

You are grace of god playing different roles, caring for us and others.

The "ovillejo," an old Spanish verse form that means "tight little bundle." ". The last line is a "redondilla," a "little round" that collects all three of the short lines. The rhyme scheme (aa bb cc cddc) is established, but the meter is at the poet's discretion.