Miraquill
Dandelions buoy up and dance
Buntings coo love songs in romance
Red haired trees laugh in merry
Hares jump to reach the cherry
Serpents coil in pure pleasure
Horses race with no measure
While I was lost in my love's trance
You, my Romeo, took my stance.
©bohemian_ballerina
#octellec
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bohemian_ballerina
53w
Read MoreThis is an octelle(8/8/7/7/7/7/8/8) and rhyme scheme: aabbccaa
#love #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill
#povlostc #octellec #writersbay @writersbay43 30 14
_mathematics
58w
Read MoreSeven- Spots
Four and periodically five
quoted as the week that comes live
Beginning with the letter
escorting it to end, ever
constituted seven bits
when together, form misfits
Four and periodically five
quoted as the week that comes live.
newborn period noticed cessation within its traits proclaiming diverse facts in accordance to the verve palpitating in locations and niches of one world of several portions.
content follows up with the letter number
//19//
concocting uncountable terms of meanings that differed from each other but don't worry it carries an originality
placed in series of seven bits
Sunday serene
Monday mortals
Tuesday traditions
Wednesday wanders
Thursday thoughts
Friday failures
Saturday sundown
Striding within schedule turned to the involved clock ticking from definite hours to unending shifts. Mellow myths acquiring portions of the gut and psyche swirling the spirit from head to toe as if a windmill in the deserted land where the supply of oxygen is sufficient but water scarcity coming to the power.
But I quarrelled up till I quell it in my graph calendar listing sequence wise what one describes and other refers to.
So, here I am pronouncing the folklore, a mythology of the
days forming months up till 12 in a whole year.
the city we never withstood effortlessly day-to-day basis now is just seven spots the interpretation of lone creeds I inquire for you in the elevated highways with bundles of files at the back seat resting while reverb remixes of choruses tuning in the stereo of the car.
Walking down the Sunday serenes though sleepless and rising early to bed seems misfit to the Monday mornings.
Pleading stars of luck by putting up all I have as per Tuesday traditions. Wandering among hazy lights twinkling perfectly splendid on Wednesday emptying half bottle of water solacing tears suffocating organs with adiposity of wounds. Which thoughts overcome with the passing velocity to avoid the ruthlessness of boss in the office blood shaming the broken metaphors, I never thought of mending cause if they got the aid, I won't survive the left Thursday comes before Friday comprising of failures I paste on the clipboard of green background to realize the stain of love imprinted when you locked me within you safeguarding from the part that became my Saturday routine after the reality crash through the window where rain too cried for the maximum after decades and taking away the commotion of other elements of the realm.
Settling itself to the Sunday serenes as before. But this time in the grasslands situated countryside to acquire an inch of stability up till we meet again in the city we never were tempted with before.
#cg_city_chall #picturec
#wod #journal #tale #octellec #mellowc
@writersbay ��7- spots
Four and periodically five
quoted as the week that comes live
Beginning with the letter
escorting it to end, ever
constituted seven bits
when together, form misfits
Four and periodically five
quoted as the week that comes live.
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smile_its_sunnah
58w
Read MoreIdentify her identity as she hides between her veil of a fairytale. Children hear the story of love meant for two, but the question is what happened after the vows were mentioned to you? My prince charming, falling in love and making an alliance is the easy part, it is the comprimises after that are presented for question. How are they now? Are they still deeply in love? Did Cinderella manage to live the life of royalty? Did her family members rectify their mistakes? Did Cinderella ever speak to her friends again?
A fairytale represents the idealistic perspective to life, believing it is simply useless.
DON'T WISH FOR A FAIRYTALE TO HAPPEN, INSTEAD MAKE IT YOUR REALITY!��
By smile_its_sunnah
Sunday, 23 May 2021
#tale #octellec #pod #wod #mirakee #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork
Pic credited to its rightful ownerA bibbidi bobbidi boo,
thy heart awaits prince charming too,
Bibbidi bobbidi boo,
clock silences imatience...rude,
Bibbidi bobbidi boo,
dancing as it strikes two,
Bibbidi bobbidi boo,
identify the missing shoe.
©smile_its_sunnah23 9 6
- writersbay Good one. But is this an octelle poem?
- smile_its_sunnah @carons_hermes Thank you so much
- smile_its_sunnah @theinkdomain jazakallah dearo, sincerely appreciate it
- smile_its_sunnah @theinkdomain jazakallah dearo, sincerely appreciate it
- smile_its_sunnah @writersbay thank you, yes I realised now that the last two lines need to be the same as the first 2, will aim to improve it next time
Raft river,rhyming reveries
Paddling mellow,peeping poetries
Now heartaches don't frighten me
Bees know how to remould glee?
Zeal stitches with love and care
Lotus silk embroider fare
Paddling mellow peeping poetries
Raft river rhyming reveries
©dream_dragon18 8 5
- writersbay Lovely.
- bubbly_bluebells Thank you @writersbay
- miss_silentlyweird Alluring ☄️
- preetkanwal Awesome
- bubbly_bluebells Thank you mam @preetkanwal
candid_over_coffee
58w
Read MoreRoses are red, violets blue;
Isn't so a slit and bruised skin's hue?
Love's a drug, healing deep wounds.
But what if it morphs into abuse?
As the very foundation of trust
It was built on, crumbles to dust.
Roses are red, violets blue;
So is a slit and bruised skin's hue.
©candid_over_coffee
#octellec
@writersbay started off with the syllable count in mind, but turns out I couldn't really follow that for long *facepalm*. Anyways, gave it a try..
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@whompingwillow
Yeah probably. No relationship is perfect, pain is a part and parcel of life, and love; everybody hurts sometimes, but then, two people evolve together, through tough times.
But, what if the pain begins to outdo any good that exists or ever existed, or the very foundation on which a relationship was formed begins to crumble? The very thing that kept the bond alive, exists no more?
The lines separating one from the other are very vague tbh.
Deciding when to hold on and when to let go is one of the toughest things in life. - toobakhan @dusky_dawn @my_cup_of_poetry @anamcara124 @bouncy
- lunatic_shree Noice
- candid_over_coffee @lunatic_shree thank you! :)
miss_silentlyweird
58w
Read Moreｖｏｃａｂｓ:
ᴀꜱᴘᴇʀɪᴛʏ: harshness of manner/ something hard to endure
ʙʟᴇᴀᴋ: offering little or no hope/unpleasantly cold and damp
ᴘɪQᴜᴇ: a sudden outburst of anger/cause to feel resentment or indignation
ᴄʀᴇᴀᴋ: a squeaking sound/make a high-pitched, screeching noise
#octellec #journal
#wod #pod #mirakee
@mirakee @writersbayAsperity of shitty week,
Waking up in a monday bleak,
Tuesday feels a sudden pique,
Wednesday; An outburst creak,
Thursday wipe my emotion,
Does Friday stop my motion?
Sunday and Saturday in wake,
Welcome me in asperity shitty week,
—©miss_silentlyweird42 20 13
- miss_silentlyweird @quarazen Thank you so much
- dishang8614 Beautiful indeed!❤❤❤
- tnr1046 One weak in and one weak out....
- miss_silentlyweird @dishang8614 Thank you bunches
- miss_silentlyweird @tnr1046 Indeed can relate hahaha
sproutedseeds
58w
OCTELLE poem
Knock knock ! Who's there? Open the lock
I can hear the sound of the clock
I am unable to talk
Nor I am able to walk
My mind is totally blocked
Like the ship tied in the dock.
Knock knock! Who's there? Open the lock
I can hear the sound of the clock.
©sproutedseeds
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- sproutedseeds @crogers180 thank you for the appreciation ❤️
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@revathychandrasekhar glad you liked it.
Thank you so much ❤️❤️ - love_whispererr Wowsome ❤️
- preetkanwal Amazing ❤️
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@love_whispererr@preetkanwal
Thank you so much ❤️❤️
sproutedseeds
58w
Read More#octellec#writersbay#writersnetwork#mirakee
@writersbay@writersnetwork@mirakee
This is my first attempt on OCTELLE poem.
Hope it is correctOCTELLE poem
I want to write and read out loud
My mind is shrouded like a cloud
My body has become numb
Heart beating loud like a drum
Pour out my supressed feelings
In words that are appealing
I want to write and read out loud
My mind is shrouded like a cloud.
©sproutedseeds
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@ak_anjali_daydreamzz
Appreciation from you means a lot to me.
Thank you so much ❤️ -
sproutedseeds
@rahul_govindan yeah me too heard about it in this prompt only.
Thank you for your kind words of appreciation ❤️ - sproutedseeds @crogers180 thank you friend for your support and appreciation ❤️
- writersbay Amazing.
- sproutedseeds @writersbay thank you so much. It was my first try on the challenge word and your appreciation means a lot.♥️♥️
a_gentilischi
58w
Read MoreJust a short piece
@writersbay thank you for the prompt. It's always great to learn something new!
2021.05.22
Written rights : ©a_gentilischi
PC:Pinterest
@mirakee @writersnetwork
#mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay
#octellec #nostalgiac #personification
#rain #symbols #memory #thoughts.
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- daunting_phoenix Damn...this is so beautiful
- writersbay Stunning.
- twinklemetwisted Very well written!!
alecmb
58w
The Great Wall
By: Alecmb
Grounded, sturdy, is our brother
Our reliable protector
Crafter of stories of old
And of horrors left untold
Our nation's dear warrior
We see past your exterior
Grounded, sturdy, is our brother
Our reliable protector
©alecmb13 1 2
artemiswrites
58w
Read MorePlease reach out for professional help, or talk to your friends and family if you ever feel mentally tired and exhausted. Help can be found all around��
There are many helplines and online counselling sites that you can approach.
Stay safe, take care
#octellec
#writersbay
@writersbay I loved today's challenge! I've tried to include all the rules of Octelle poetry.
#mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee #mirakee @writersnetwork #podWhen the world around you seems blue,
dry and cracked, overgrown with rue
when blue touches you with ice
cold hands and when joy cuts ties,
Remember, help can be found
Angels are there all around,
When the world around you seems blue,
dry and cracked, overgrown with rue.
©artemiswrites31 9 10
- artemiswrites @dream_dragon Thank you so much
- artemiswrites @olabelll Thank you so much
- artemiswrites @writersbay Thank you so much
- daffodilpearlzz Angels are there all around ~ that is so tranquilizing to hear woww ❤️
- artemiswrites @daffodilpearlzz Thank you so much
COCOONED SOUL
I want you as the sun wants moon,
Just ended becoming cartoon.
Today is different though,
As I moved tactfully and slow.
In a state of depression,
A kind of oppression.
I want you as the sun wants moon,
Just ended becoming cartoon.
©divyamukharjee26 3 7
Cycle of Joy
Neither broken dampen spirits,
Nor bent knees could break the resolve,
Melancholy has come back,
Jubilant clouds won't rain now,
Patience I cultivated,
From paper thin to a canvas,
Neither broken dampen spirits,
Nor bent knees could break the resolve..
©paradoxicalpenman11 2 2
Love
Seen you out of blue
My heart pounded a little slow
You came like a dream
Becoming reality on my screen
You said how are you
I said i like you, it came out of blue
Seen you out of blue
My heart pounded a little slow.
©monsteralive13 1
writersbay
58w
Read MoreToday, let's write an Octelle. A new challenge for the weekend.
The Octelle, created by Emily Romano, is a poem consisting of eight lines using personification and symbolism in a telling manner. The syllable count structure for this verse is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two lines are identical.
To make it a little easier, maybe we can skip syllable count for now.
Dead End
Dilly- dally, shilly- shally,
Sorrow loiters in the alley;
Poverty’s hung out to dry
While the hungry children cry;
Cost of ghetto life is dear -
More than bread is needed here.
Dilly- dally, shilly-shally,
Sorrow loiters in the alley.
Copyright © 2008 Emily Romano
Source: Shadow poetry
Tag and share with #octellec
If anyone needs help with syllables or rhyming, we'll be glad to help.
Enjoy writing..
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- daffodilpearlzz Hello !!!
- shadowofthoughts_ Interesting!
- clichepenname That’s a cool format.
- safflower How are you bay♥️
- sproutedseeds Done
Thank you so much for the kind read Bidya!
Glad you liked it