I let my hair loose Crawling over my shoulders. Seeing the wind blow amazingly I rushed to my terrace To witness breeze kissing those tall trees. Wind and leaves were making out in the dark The wind embraced the branches of the tree With it's cold hands. I noticed that the zephyr Was just like you. It kissed the leaf Without tearing it apart.. Soft, slow and mellow. This tender blows reminded me of Your seducing graze upon my body. The leaves move in the direction Opposite to the wind Unlike me who is hypnotized And follows you everywhere Without even noticing if You go into a tenebrous forest. I know, I'll find my light in you Despite the killing darkness.
Blitz poems are naturally tripping and fun to read quickly,and out loud.So,the challenge is to see if you can write a Blitz poem, and take your readers on a trip.
It is a poetry form created by Robert keim. This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow.
**** RULES ****
A Blitz poem is maximum 50 lines long. Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliché. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins with the same first word as line 1. The first 48 lines should be short, but at least two words. Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48, then the last word of line 47.
The title is also restricted. Title should be of 3 words.the first word of line 3 is first word of the title.and first word of line 47 is the last word of the title.
There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe.
Verse for your reference :
BUCKET of POETRY
Kick the can Kick the bucket Bucket of chum Bucket of worms Worms in dirt Worms in my brain Brains in my head Brains in my book Book of lies Book of secrets Secrets in the chambers of the human heart Secrets in the diary of my teenage sister Sister of mercy Sister in a habit Habit of swearing Habit of smoking Smoking gun Smoking outside Outside of the box Outside of what is normal Normal people Normal days Days and nights Days upon days Days of storms Days of no power Power to the people Power over people People who need people People on the streets Streets of Philadelphia Street sweeping Sweeping under the rug Sweeping her off her feet Feet grinding your face Feet sweating in old shoes Shoes for the homeless Shoes for rich women Women who want Women who need Need a change of scenery Need to stop Stop needing Stop reading Reading poetry Reading poetry Poetry takes Poetry gives Gives… Takes…