Here’s something to get you all excited! For today’s #poetrywednesday, let’s pen a DIAMANTE poem.
Share your creation with #poetrywednesday and comment down the title of your piece when done.
brightening, rousing, warming,
Eastern welcome. Western farewell,
blushing, calming, dimming,
- Jezebel Myschka
A diamante poem is made up of 7 lines using a set structure:
Line 1: Beginning subject Line 2: Two describing words about line 1 Line 3: Three doing words about line 1 Line 4: A short phrase about line 1, a short phrase about line 7 Line 5: Three doing words about line 7 Line 6: Two describing words about line 7 Line 7: End subject
That night Under the street light I met you When you sat under that tree A dim light on your face That light was kissing my cheeks Those grasses were subsiding beneath my heels. But your eyes were radiant at that night They wanted to engulf me And I wanted to bury myself inside those eyes I wanted to bloom as a pretty flower when you would water me through your tears Those petals of the floret would tell you about love, when it would burgeon rapidly My eyes said everything but lips were silent In my heart they just made a deep eyelet.
They made a dandelion out of her by burdening her with the weight of a thousand wishes. They thought that the weight would make her bow. But it didn't. Despite the fact that her dandelion shoulders sag, she still stands tall.
They don't like the plain whites and light yellows that constitute her. Plain whites and light yellows are the colours of resilience and it scares them. And so, they try to mask her dandelion spirit by calling her a flower. They try to cover up her dandelion spirit by asking her to put on a mask of societal acceptance that'll make her look like a sun yellow marigold, ready to be put in a glass vase. But she doesn't belong there and she never will. She can never be confined within a vase, for she is friends with the wind and the wind will always carry her away. She carries freedom in her veins and the endless meadow in her heart. She's a dandelion, remember? She's wild.