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  • fluffychilli 2h

    The word sonnet is derived from the Italian word “sonetto,” which means a “little song” or small lyric. In poetry, a sonnet has 14 lines, and is written in iambic pentameter. Each line has 10 syllables. It has a specific rhyme scheme, and a volta, or a specific turn.

    Italian or Petrarchan sonnet was introduced by 14th century Italian poet Francesco Petrarch.
    The rhyme scheme of a Petrarchan sonnet features the first eight lines, called an octet, which rhymes as abba–abba–cdc–dcd. The remaining six lines are called a sestet

    I apologise if my volta is not strong enough. But it was a tough challenge for me to try.

    Anyway I dedicate my poem to the lives lost in the recent bombing in Sri Lanka and the shooting in Churchland, New Zealand.
    Being human is to share faith and to share hope. This unnecessary bled shed only makes us less human. It festers the hate of seggregation and turn us into monsters.
    The sacred waters of blood and tears are spilt enough. Take a moment now, in whatever faith you believe in and pray for the lost souls and say to yourself that you are human and that you are going to spread hope and not fear. Remind yourself and others what it is to be human.
    Dear admin, if you feel my post is too sensitive or touches racy topics I would not be mad if you deleted this post.

    I thank you Mirakee family for reading and I hope I brought a realisation to all to remember to be the loving and kind humans that you always are. Stay safe and peace to all.

    #ceesthinkthu #mirakee #writersnetwork #tod_wt #pod #peace #sonnet @carolyns_challenge_account

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    Fear spread by mankind

    Ambulance singing tunes of life or death,
    Arriving at man's horrid massacre,
    Harmonising with wails in atmosphere,
    As the agonising take one last breath;
    Naseous by rotting blood so foul in strength,
    A brother cries upon his dead sister,
    His frightened eyes darting for his mother,
    Asking why his life ruined by this stealth;
    So many angry and grieving their loss,
    Yet screaming in pain for an ear to hear,
    Disheartened their faith and hope they now toss;
    All wishing this nightmare would disappear,
    Believing none shows mercy as they're dross,
    Successfully planting in their hearts fear.
    ©fluffychilli

  • fluffychilli 1d

    We loom our own destiny and tell our story through history.
    #fabric #mirakee #writerstolli #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #tod_wt #pod #wod

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    Tapestry of life

    Line by line arranged neatly are the threads,
    Into the heddle's eyes of fate since birth;
    Designing an empty canvas of warp threads,
    Awaiting to be loomed to its full girth.

    Each step forward weaves in the weft threads,
    Some high and mighty and some low with misery;
    An intricate pattern forms through the difficult stages,
    Delicately merging a shapened motif of destiny.

    When the reed binds in the last weave,
    Moirai snips the fabric off into the afterlife;
    But now presented is the greatest story ever told,
    Loomed is the beautiful tapestry of life.
    ©fluffychilli

  • fluffychilli 1d

    There is more to a bad person that what meets the eye. Not everyone is born bad and it take us all to bring out the goodness they hide within.
    #beyond #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #tod_wt #writerstolli #pod
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    The Pond of Truth

    Beyond the mist of deception,
    Lies the unsightly pond of truth,
    Filled by sludge of jealousy,
    Pungent by fumes of detest.

    But deep under lies a purity,
    Beaming with life and hope,
    An untethered part of its soul,
    Awaiting to be liberated.
    ©fluffychilli

  • fluffychilli 2d

    Sir William Shakespere was my hero. Ever since in the classroom when my teacher read to me "Life's A Brief Candle" my world changed and that is the bloom of my love for poetry. I always found that he used symbols and shadows to portray a deeper meaning which resembles a thousand words. This challenge couldn't have come sooner as soon it is my hero's birthday if he were still alive. Thank you @writerstolli and I hope I wrote as best as I can to follow Sir William Shakespere's style of writing.

    #style_wt #mirakee #writerstolli #dark #challenge #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #pod #tod_wt

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    Dark Path

    The years fade away into yesterday's light,
    Strutting with shackles of past, present and future,
    On a pathway of unsatisfaction paved by broken bricks,
    Deeper and deeper into the abyss of unknown darkness;
    No plea for a key could ever be heard,
    Even when walls are climbed or crumbled,
    The sweet taste of spring disappears as winter stays,
    Shortened are the shadows who once taught and loved;
    Crumpled are the scrolls in one hand's grip,
    Signed with honour but destines no new path,
    And the yellow rose in the other now withers,
    Soon to be nothing but dust in an open palm.
    ©fluffychilli

  • fluffychilli 2d

    An ode to mother Earth.

    Oh our beautiful mother,
    Nothing compares to your magnificient sphere,
    A tapestry of green of blue there and here,
    An elegant sight so breath taking and so dear,
    Providing home to a variety of nature,
    That only you can bear and proudly nurture.

    Oh our stunning Juliet,
    Each day you gracefully pirouette,
    Granting a dazzling day and night duet,
    As you glissade slowly around the sun's lunette,
    Presenting an ochestra of seasons on set,
    A remarkable finnesse you gift our darling rossette.

    Oh our beloved beauty,
    We are all forever greatful to thee,
    For keeping us safe in your gentle santuary,
    Your undying devotion undefined by any dictionary,
    None can compete with your spledor and nobility,
    Thank you for loving all unconditionally.
    ©fluffychilli

  • fluffychilli 3d

    I tried to be punny *wink wink ��. Please comment if I deserve a spot in the hall of fame or deserve to hide in the shell of shame ��

    #limerick_wt #writerstolli #mirakee #pod #readwriteunite #writersnetwork @writerstolli

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    Jungle Election

    And so the jungle held their general election,
    The animals sigh again at their unhappy option,
    A cheetah who is deceitful,
    The other a sly weasel,
    No better than the last leader who was lion.
    ©fluffychilli

  • fluffychilli 3d

    Today is the death anniversary of my father. I wrote this at 16 after his death. It has been 7 years and the pain still remains.

    #father #death #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #tod_wt #pod

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    I Miss You

    I wait for you,
    But never returned home;
    I close my eyes and you're there,
    I opened them and you're gone;
    I hear your voice,
    But I don't see you;
    I cry and cry,
    But you never came;
    I scream that I love you,
    You never replied;
    I want you back in my life,
    I miss you already;
    Enough playing games !
    Come back already !
    I want to to hug you tightly,
    Like you use to do to me;
    I want to hear your annoying self,
    Like you always did;
    I want to tell you I love you,
    I miss you.
    ©fluffychilli

  • fluffychilli 4d

    Oh what a tangled web we weave

    Oh what a tangled web we weave,
    Where the rich depends on the poor;
    Only to slyly thieve and deceive.

    Oh what a tangled web we weave,
    Where weapons are not for safety;
    Placing society in fear and qui vive.

    Oh what a tangled web we weave,
    Where Earth is sucked dry for our pleasure;
    Humans happy while nature we bereave.

    Oh what a tangled web we weave,
    Where the future isn't what we perceive;
    And the next generation will aggrieve.
    ©fluffychilli

  • fluffychilli 4d

    Happy Easter everyone. Hope you have a lovely day. Keep the magic and mystery alive okay !��
    #believe #mirakee #easter #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #pod

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    Easter Alice Twist

    You would never believe me if I told you that I saw a chocolate rabbit with a basket and a watch.

    Checking the time anxiously with eyes of dark liquorice and sweating a glaze of butterscotch.

    It panicked when it saw me and hopped into a burrow under a nearby tree.

    "Wait !" I screamed but the rabbit had already disappeared like a scared little bunny.

    I followed the rabbit into the burrow and down I fell into a never ending hole.

    Falling and falling with weird face clocks and chocolate eggs spinning out of control.

    My mind was spiralling in circles until I heard a loud voice calling me to "wake up !".

    My eyes opened with a shock and my mother was there telling me "It's time to pack up."

    I told her excitedly about everything but she stopped me and said "It was nothing but a dream dear".

    I solemnly frowned before noticing the rabbit handed me an egg from the bush before it disappear.

    "Mommy ! Mommy! The rabbit was just here ! Its real and I didnt just dream it !"

    She rolled her eyes as I showed her the egg and said "But it's true and I can prove it."
    ©fluffychilli

  • fluffychilli 5d

    I tried an alphopp for the first time. Feedback is deeply appreciated .��

    #alphopp #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #tod_wt #writerstolli

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    B
    Bodacious,
    Be courages,
    Brave your heart ,
    Believe you'll make it,
    Brace yourself and do it.
    ©fluffychilli