Blooming as bright as sun, While gleaming as gold Standing firm all day, Facing the sunlight bold. With my bud blooming to yellow petals, Deepening to orange light at the base Seeds of hope in the middle, Of my soul.
When am young, I always follow the ray of sun. Among the fields of us, He became my true friend. Playing, swaying, dancing, Behind his shine all day. As, I always love to be a heliotropic.
When I grew old, I became mature knowing my purpose, Standing again still facing the Easterly. Grasping the power of early dawn, With greatest opportunity for my growth. Reflecting with gratitude and a strong bond.
Nourishing my seeds the utmost, Dissilienting them daily, For plethora of nectar to be formed. Blessings the insects a life long. Souvenir for the fellowship of people.
Acme I rise, Daily with a new hope, Strengthening myself enough, To be adore by others. Passionating them to be like me, Blooming above the ground, Facing the brightest side, Mammocking the darkness.
She is alike the distinct definitions of poetry Tearing and melting Stygian sky in tender tree Illustrating shower of sapphire shadows in sky Touches humid reflections in sanguines shades to fly , and Carve the rippling hairs in blossoming strips of cherry blossoms , whereby Hides myriad melancholy in leaves of autumn to wither at times Embellishing silky imageries in corners of magically redolent rhymes She , finally capitalise the arrows of admire in alluring charm as bouquet of clime .
Hysterical huddles of sixteen showers of crimson carpets Attain angelic attire , adore the adjectives , gifted by sunsets , she is~ Personification of paintings , imbibed by ethereal miracles and drawn by Da Vinci । Proclaim the marvellous crown as maiden , as Sofia and sometimes she gazed as Cinderella see Young seagull , indeed she is , who picks nectars of pure petrichor to drain the tranquil cliff and sea
Brings the bundles of euphoria reciting free fall of the inevitable and vast vocabulary Inks the intense mizzles of mellifluous moonlight by the basket of dreams drowned in diary Rain as craftwoman of all pastels , the rainbow is made with , on rooftop of lovely lullabies ,and Twinkles too betwixt tremendous and trembling soul of twilight , dancing as stars healing exquisite breeze Hunt the treasures , embroidered in streets of Switzerland and prolific poesy of Amsterdam Dressed with serene seashore with detailed calligraphic costume , enhancing verses of her glam Assign fragments of winter as plethora of pearls breathing excitedly in long drives , made by snow Yesterday , she was poetry for fifteen logophile handling refreshing hails of petals , she is spring-girl .
Native - fairy of lanes , addressed in aurora and residence in waves of wallflowers Engraved with kalamkari of charismatic crayons , who is chimerical for twenty four hours Heart of hurricanes stealing brumous pathways of June , transforming in delicate chaos of December Assimilates alacrity of attic indeed brilliance and flowing with heartbeats of glamourous zephyr .
Many monologues are kissing the volatile womb of sky Tearing temporarily established blanket in pieces of distaster Unfolded bubbles are contaminated with emergence of eloquent banks And subtle respirations are breathing Deaths with joy , sketching air to dry
Acrostic flames are decorated , un- Knowingly in front of acute streets Innocent home of many muted voice Is vapourised betwixt wan concretes Expensive accesories ends the rustling , chirpings and cries behind tale of trumpets Ethereal embroideries of universal talisman Is consecutively withering having no end Together
Dark syrups , dauntless minings and Strenghtened linings above the abode Are dressing the facades of existence Leaking the harmony making infinite erodes Martyr of white - wall paradise still is lost Maybe the saved memories will evident To compose the poetries on reigns that Exhausted in flood , avoiding the signals Of wave .
And the 'Week of verses' ends here. Everyone has done a great job this week. We are proud of you all.
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Today, write a Nonet followed by two couplets with the rhyme scheme aa/bb.
In today's topic, you will be answering a question. 'What can poetry do?'
A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.
line 1 - 9 syllables line 2 - 8 syllables line 3 - 7 syllables line 4 - 6 syllables line 5 - 5 syllables line 6 - 4 syllables line 7 - 3 syllables line 8 - 2 syllables line 9 - 1 syllables