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Premium Member Strongly Worded
Escaped into form without concern for stanzas or rhyme but the result seems lacking, Lyrette. ---------- A Lyrette is a heptastich of lines containing 2/3/4/5/4/3/2 syllables, ending in strong words...

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Categories: worded, poems,
Form: Other
Premium Member mary jane re-worded
an hour farther time art even and... hollowed be the game the kinks that come can be undone from... any nerves gone uneven so for us these days are daily bred for sieving... trash from gained stuff and get to this our time-station to... deliver an even-all main stan sand ...

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Categories: worded, absence, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member To Paint With Worded Brush
My words – but feeble brushes attempt to recapture the essence of a masterpiece in black and white lines, to give flight to a long dormant eagle, raise a long set sun, scorch the soul of the horizon, make diamonds of the dew. To paint with worded brush the infamy of sunrise red setting fire to daybreak, the purple edge of waking blue clinging to the moonlight, the...

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Categories: worded, art, imagery, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
Yelpers Worded Whisper
PHELPS THE TENSION THAT SHE STEERS TO SPEAK NOT REALLY KNOWING WHAT TO SAY IT BARES MENTIONING AND THRU FURTHER SIGNALING IF WHATS SPOKEN IS TO HAVE IT'S WAY. WHO SEE'S LIKE LOVERS THE EXPRESSIONS OF THOUGHTS THAT ARE WORDED AND SPOKEN IN DISPLAY MIGHT THAN SHOULD WE MENTION TO HAVE ONLOOKERS ATTENTION TO BRING SUDLEY TO WHAT YOU SHOULD SAY....

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Categories: worded, music, myth, words,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member My Big Worded Aunt
She went into apocalyptic shock. What is that? I do not know, but it sounds catamorphic to me. I smile at my aunt, who knows everything. Always has, always will. And that means? It means a psycholometergist was called in. Really? It sounds more like a medical condition to me. Where did you get your degree? Online? Talking to her is a treat. She...

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Categories: worded, word play, words,
Form: Light Verse



My Worded Night
Can there be another quiet night? A night never known to be in existence A night to have blanket over light A night to have shared broken silence It hides, hiding and hidden well Never in the findings to find and be found And it dwells so well where darkness fell Too pure in soundings perhaps, to even hear a sound Is there...

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Categories: worded, mystery, night, lost, lost,
Form: Imagism

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