My husband, sometimes, draws erotica,
He has for years. I'm sure you know the kind,
A tiger man and husky man, perhaps,
Or handsome fox and manly-smug raccoon,
Or fatherly but dangerous wolf, in all
The situations that might give excuse
For them...
Blank verse essay, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
blank verse 9 lines
we would congregate at the back of the
school building when all our classes where
finished and the adults weren't watching and
then we would design a pentagram on
the floor as a precaution and proceed
to conjure
Poetry, blank verse
I do not fear a season without hope:
Catastrophe upon catastrophe,
When love is every day a little bit
Made more a crime. When cruelty becomes
The only virtue men know how to praise.
When all but easy speeches are forbid
To comfort cruel men. I...
Autobiographical, Poetry, blank verse
How often have I dreamed of such a place?
How often have I seen those emerald fields,
And in that dream, forgotten that I dreamed,
That I would wake, had woken, and my life
Dissolved into a peaceful deja vu
That cannot be remembered? I can...
Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
Do not call me an angel, when I'm gone.
Mourn me, revere me--or not, as you choose--
But as the human person that I was.
An angel is a pure celestial thing
Too absolute and too ethereal
For earthly things like woe or weariness,
For home and...
Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
This started as a question, in my head.
Why can I not write love a happy end?
Why, when I try, must I write mourning, loss,
Bereavement and the need for elegy?
I write unto my husband, whom I love,
And it becomes a prayer for his soul.
I write...
Autobiographical, Gay, Poetry, blank verse
You must learn how to live and not to hope
For hope will be a luxury ere long.
For hope can be both manacle and chain.
For hope can keep you too spellbound to run
Until the waters rise too high, and boil.
You would not be the first. In ages...
Iambic pentameter, LGBTQ, Poetry, blank verse
#41 of poetry
cw: religion, hostility to a category of religions in particular
i think i'm getting the hang of confessional essays in blank verse. i like the way it forces me to be concise.
Gay, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
So ends the tale of Shane the Champion.
Of his blood-brother, Varr the Last-to-Flee.
Of Klau the Berserker, called the Blacksword.
Of the Old Man, who some hold was a god.
Of the lost Witchfolk, and their young Lady
Who solely of her people is not...
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
Somewhere it was autumn. On the shore
Wind-kissed and smelling of soft salt there stood
But three alone. The sighing pines atop
The dunes were the last trees to wear their leaves.
Somewhere it was evening. Heavy clouds
Were crimson painted...
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse