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Poem Details | by Talena alienmermaid |
Categories: love, romance,

An Elgyn

Shielded, his logic affects distrust - chill resolve
Mine scatters like dust, dissolves
His lust for my mind absolves
Allows this love to evolve.


Poem Details | by Nadine Fababier |
Categories: death, loss, lost love, teen

The Irony Within A Song (Englyn Form)

I can still hear the song of the spring breeze...
About a love went wrong
When two hearts hid for so long...
Now I hear the requiem's gong

Poem Details | by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories: love

Divinity (Englyn Penfyr)

Some worship beauty inside stone temples
pleasing words of tribute said
wishing peace in days ahead,

Devoted faith brings a loving comfort
taught in ways of divine grace
but there is another place.

and so my head rests upon your shoulder
perhaps whispering your name
as we watch kindling flame.

candle lit thoughts ignite passion's desire
fiery kisses I adore,
and I want to love you more.

Poem Details | by Swairik Das |
Categories: life, love, nostalgia, passion

My Valentine Soup

Endear my soul
I pled for quest
Your fortune lo and behold
I pored for adore abreast
Lacked in notion by the unspoken magna cum laude
I searched for hope, peacefully at rest. 

Love thirst for lust
I longed for my desire
Your fortune lo and behold 
I last for a threshold to admire
Belie by the vile magna cum laude
I held down so that my mien aspire. 

Unholy my pilgrim
I tossed for my solitaire
Your fortune lo and behold
I graced for a mighty meriting layer
Avowed by the chromatic symbiosis magna cum laude
I breathed to my valentine, preached for an eonian prayer.  


Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: lost love, love,

ENGLYN the form

re-post inspired by Constance latest form contest

Her love was like a rose,with no perfume.
Dressed in very fine clothes
passion she could not propose,
brought the romance to a close.


Note on form:ENGLYN a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30 syllables in four lines 10,6,7,7.
The sixth syllable of line one annouces the rhyme,the last syllable of succeeding three lines rhyme with it 
(The final syllable of  line one is without rhyme).The content often has an 
enigmatic quality.

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: daughter, dedication, children, happiness, imagination, inspirational, introspection, love, philosophy, thank you, uplifting, visionary

My Blessed Child {Englyn}

when it comes to my child being blessed I

thank God for quite awhile

on bend knees and cold tiles

for her warm and soft smile








Tribute To Jenny
Mama Loves Ya Peanut

Also entry for
Brian Strands

Poem Details | by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories: love, passion

Together (Englyn)

Love set by candlelight, adorns us both
Our hands held, gripping tight
As we stand right here this night
Morning, we’ll welcome sunlight

Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: lost love,

a englyn-HALF HEARTED

Her love was like a rose,with no perfume.
Dressed in very fine clothes
passion she could not propose,
brought the romance to a close.


Note on form:ENGLYN a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30 syllables in four lines 10,6,7,7.The 
sixth syllable of line one annouces the rhyme,the last syllable of succeeding three lines 
rhyme with it.(The final syllable of  line one is without rhyme).The content often has an 
enigmatic quality.

Poem Details | by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories: life, love,

Together (Englyn Milwr)

Hold my hand in yours so tight
As we stand right here this night
Morning, we’ll welcome sunlight



Englyn Milwr Celtic, three line stanza, seven syllables in each line, rhyming 
scheme aaa.

Poem Details | by Lovie Divine |
Categories: hurt,

I'm Still Love

I won't forget who I am,
though who I am may be forgotten,
children gone,
no more home,
I'm still love.

Will always endeavor to remain,
no matter all that's been taken,
Though on my own,
I'm not alone,
I'm still love.

I may fail the first time or the second,
though I fall all sorrow soon be forgotten,
I'm yet alive,
I have survived,
I'm still love.

I may have perished in your minds,
But your forgetting me is now my comforting
You've closed your chapter,
My tears, for your laughter,
I'm still love.