it’s the yearning that hits me the worst
when all I think about is you
what you’re doing, where you are –
are you thinking of me?
and in the silence
that follows, should
i believe
what i
see?
Tag: nonet
World Poetry Day: Morning Dew
When you gaze at me like that, I melt
like snow upon the mountain top
hurtling down through crags and rocks
yearning to be with you,
yet can never be
your only one
my fate like
morning
dew
This Day Two Years Ago [Nonet]
on this day two years ago, he died,
driven home from the hospital
for it was cheaper to die
at home, not surrounded
by his children for
they were too far
from home, now
on their
own.
Storm [nonet]
there’s a storm brewing deep inside her
rumbling like thunder in the dark,
seeking release lest it rips
right through her, tearing her
troubled soul apart,
till nothing’s left
but broken
bits of
heart
Dream Sellers
In Her Eyes (A Nonet)
For the first time in a long, long time
she felt beautiful in her eyes
her lips red from his kisses
arms warm from his embrace
long after he left
the bed still warm
but only
where he
lay
To Weave
You just inherited a dilapidated, crumbling-down grand mansion in the countryside. Assuming money is no issue, what do you do with it?
Fix it, paint it, then call it my home
this is the place I’ll call my own
in the countryside where the
mornings, bliss; dreams bestowed
by sweet Seshat’s kiss,
to write, to read,
so many
tales to
weave.
Still Alone
“Home is where people understand you,”
you said that once so long ago
when no one wished to believe
you, when you had nowhere
to go. And though those
days are gone, you’re
still alone,
still not
home.
This Rose
This rose, it grows outside my window
greeting the sun before I wake.
Tiny buds that open so
sweetly with each passing
hour of the day,
surrendering –
giving in
to the
din
Thief (A Nonet)
Falling in shadow, the moon’s aglow,
awash in red, and then it bled
long streaks of silver, having
pilfered its ghostly sheen,
reflecting its gleam
till the dark claimed
its light, thief
in the
night.
A nonet is a nine line poem. The first line containing nine syllables, the next line has eight syllables, the next line has seven syllables. That continues until the last line (the ninth line) which has one syllable. Nonets can be written about any subject. Rhyming is optional.
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