This is a gothic poem. I hope you wouldn't take it in the negative way. I will tag more and more people in this post, cuz I really want to know about their opinions. Please, do take some time out of your valuable time, and give a read to this poem. __________________________________________ The poem tells a story about an innocent boy suffering in this wicked world. Finally when his pain got pretty deep, and he couldn't bear it, then he did a ritual to call the demon from hell to help him. And then, what happened, is you will read in the poem. __________________________________________ Please share this post more and more and do tell me your opinions about this one. And sorry for the long post.
This quotation, is about a simple boy, who fell in love and was devastated by the heartbreak. So, to forget the memories, he scratched the days of future, in hoping to move on. And, to again, still remember the feelings, he carved his own arm by blade. This never ending pain, made him do this, and then it became a habit to find peace.
I have always imagined the flow of this connective tissue like a river flowing, meandering through sometimes straight and sometimes serpentine path. Just like a river deposits fertile soil along its bank when the flow is steady, blood transfers all those essential nutrients to each and every cell of our body. Also just like a river takes away all the rubbish thrown into it, our blood does the same taking away discarded matter thrown out by the cells.. This crimson stream gushes through the thick arteries and thin veins and finally falling into the ocean called : HEART ❤
LANTURNE : A poem style originated in Japan which uses 5 lines forming a shape of a lantern having 1:2:3:4:1 syllables in respective lines.
First try at writing a rondeau. It is a poem of 15 lines. It is arranged in three stanzas of five lines(quintet), four lines(quatrain) and six lines(sestet) respectively.The first few words or phrase from the first line are repeated twice in the poem as a refrain.
Rhyme scheme is aabba, aabA, aabbaA (Here A is the refrain)
I have tried to keep the syllable count within 8-10.
I hope you like the story.
Rondeau: In a village afar a young boy Wondering to live life with joy Dreams so big, reifying eyes glow Ready to go despite the snow. One fine day he brings a small hoy This daring lad ain't another coy Far mature than his age this boy His path was onerous he did know Afar from village his own avenue Near the castle he would convoy Guarding the city, soldier in employ Bleeds to death fighting his foe Got stabbed in back, hands reached a hoe Young man slayed, served as a decoy Afar from village saved them from ploy.
_________________________________________________ I've always been with and observed nature. In her way I've always seen her giving me love. At time when I wanted peace she soothed me with her calming whispers. Such solace I found in her arms...such serenity I found into the deep ocean of her heart. Love to NATURE....❤️❤️