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Love Poems About Diminishing Ascending Englyn or Diminishing Ascending Englyn Love Poems
by Constance La France |
Categories: crush,

A Crush, A Love

I met him when so young, a crush, a love on silky words I hung they just slid smooth off his tongue now, a memory among ___________________________ February 17, 2020 Poetry/Englyn Quatrain/A Crush, A Love Copyright Protected, ID 20-1226-288-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France ENGLYN is 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. Written for F F I Blog Series 75- Englyn Brian Strand Honorable Mention


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.

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

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.

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.  

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.

by Brian Strand |
Categories: lost love,

A VERY OLD RHYME FORM

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.

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

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.

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

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.

by Brian Strand |
Categories: poetry,

AN ENGLYN RHYME


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 linesrhyme with it.(The final syllable of  line one is without rhyme).The content often has an enigmatic quality.

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.


by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: celebrity, death, music, remember,

Legends of Twenty-Seven

Jimi's groovy guitar leaps
Psychedelic anthem beats
Certainly a broader reach
Than what banal mainstreams seek

Janis sang in passion rough
Too much for the upper crust
Voice of insistence and rush
Love songs with a gritty touch

Jim's strange Doors opened destined
Music of scant time's lessons
Fallen stars burn in legend
Breathless at twenty-seven

5/24/20

For 'Genuine Englyns' contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans

1st Place






by Mohan Chutani |
Categories: summer,

Lazy Summer day

A dawn makes a promise new
love songs, sing the chirping birds
soft aurora opens morn door
wet soft grass blades stick on shoe.

Fine lazy day,  why undo?
dewed blooms whisper tender words
my heart wants to listen more
enjoying these moments few.

Drunk on nature, I get high
gentle, fresh breeze, feels so good
worries get all cast away
time seems to be on slow run.

Going out today, far cry
party barbecue, I would
friends are invited too, hey!
day so begun, is well done.


9.6.2020
Written 4 stanzas. Similarity of end words of respective lines of first and second stanza and then third and fourth stanza attempted.

by Brian Strand |
Categories: poetry,

englyn the Welsh quatrain form

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.

by Krish Radhakrishna |
Categories: devotion, love, me, memory, rain, weather,

Remember that downpour

Walking in the rain with you,
Splashing water with our shoes,
Bodies close under brolly,
When love smiled on you and me!

Your hair was wet and face too,
Lipstick stayed bright pink and true,
I slipped my arm round your waist,
Weather won me my first date!

Down the line many years hence,
When the rain comes pouring in,
think of a pretty face wet,
Pink lipstick, hair weather swept!


Written 28/05/2020
Sponsor Beth Evans
Englyn poetry contest

by Brian Strand |
Categories: poetry, word play,

10 6 7 7 an englyn quatriain

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.



by PRATAP ROY |
Categories: birthday,

Birthday :: Englyn byr cwca

Celebration of birthday makes me feel one more year gone from the rest Time now left .... use best way. Now, understood meaning of time and tide wait for none; yes, no time to waste, to do best to love. ~x~x~

by Mary Taylor |
Categories: words,

Words

Some words can hold great power,
depending on the intent
They can fill you with sorrow
They can cause you great regret

Words can lift your soul up high
And fill your heart with such love
Fairytales told at bed time
At times words don't say enough

Some words can be magical
And can help you manifest
Words can be quite logical
Faith in words can bring success