Form: Free Verse

A gathering of grey at the end of the day
And I listen to the jasmine sipping the rain
As I drink a chilled white wine
I watch the summer rain drizzle from the tiles
Refreshing the climbers on the trellis
Their leaves thirsty from a hot day
Softly falling drips and drops
As I bid my garden goodnight

In the morning the rain has gone
The light of the sun shining on vibrant green
Making dark shadows a cool space for sparrows
Their black eyes watching with caution
The dish fill in time for breakfast
From the deck table I see the flurry of brown feathers
Chitter-chat and flutter over the seeds and nuts
And the stillness of the raven on the shed roof
Content to chew over the bacon
A lovely sight on a summer’s day


Eleven Books

Eleven Books
Form: Book Spine Poem

Solomon’s cat
a mythical beast
dark inside
clichés and verse
in a book of form
writing a dirty story
in a journalist’s handbook
for a year and a day
love’s serenade on a violin
echoes among the trees
of an English garden


Y Dduwdod Cymreig

Y Dduwdod Cymreig
Form: Abecedarian

Arianrhod our lady of the moon
Bran the Blessed mighty ruler
Cerridwyn goddess of inspiration
Dylan father of the seas
Evnissyen bad-tempered brother of Bran
Five divine names of the Welsh pantheon
Gwion Bach gracious guide of spirit
Hail to thee as you wander among us
Inspire our path through mortality
Joyous in our living
Kindred souls in the realms of immortality
Llew Llaw Gyffes and Blodeuwedd
Mabon the god of lovers
Nurturing through nature
Offa the African king
Pryderi son of Pwyll
Quietly stolen from his mother
Rhiannon queen of death
Securing all hell broke out
Taliesin god of magic, storyteller, and bard
Ultimately these are the names
Valleys echo in song as
Welsh mountains reveal their power
Yes, this is the
Zenith of the motherland


BBC News Cut-Up

BBC News Cut-Up
Form: Cut-Up Poetry

blocked from buying
bad for Britain
decades of working
EU is a better place
best for people
and future of opportunity
post-Brexit goals bring
our darkest days


High Tide

High Tide
Form: Free Verse

she is the ocean
undulating emotions
to her shore
of my body
and in her rippling waves
she takes me to the ends of eternity
be I sand or shingle
her caress dances over my skin
and in my breathlessness
she lifts me higher
and higher
until I crash on some vague
distant horizon
and there I lie
clinging to the swirling shadow
as the salt of my tears
flow into her depths
fulfilling her need
until the demands
of the next high tide
and her desirous waves
break over me again


Prescient (WOTDC)

Inspired by and written for the Word of the Day Challenge – with thanks to Cyranny

Definition: Prescient – adj. having or showing knowledge of events before they take place

Form: Etheree

that see
beyond views
arcane visions
portent of could be
third-eye divination
in prophecies of fortune
psychic eyes don’t always see light
for our fortune may not be blessed
with Fate’s luck bringing a darker ride


Story Behind a Picture

Story Behind a Picture
Form: Free Verse

There is a photograph of two ladies
with high-button boots
walking along the beach where the sea
sooths over the pebbles; their scarves unfurled
like the flags outside the old library
and the wind was blowing in an easterly direction;
towards the prom. The younger one, the one
with flowing blonde hair,
looks over at the older,
as if listening to what she is about to say.
And I smile, remembering the story
and I can imagine I am there, present.
How they suddenly hoisted their skirts
above the foaming waters, dashing
back towards the prom
scattering resting gulls to the heavens
above the glistening sea.
My Edwardian ladies with their delicate
lace parasols and straw boater hats
on the exact same beach
where Nana and I spend the summers
dressed in 70’s casual
beach wear –
- what would the ladies so think
and I look at Nana, pictured with
flowing blonde hair as she tells me how
so decadently she’d loosen the buttons
and her dress would fall
unceremoniously in a heap
while her mother tutted and fussed
before finishing whatever it was
she happened to be saying
as Nana ran into the sea
for a dip


Broken Record

Broken Record
Form: Free Verse

I thought I could make my body home
yet a broken record played within my mind
endlessly chanting the same thinking
I don’t belong in her
you don’t belong in here
until I could hear nothing else
but the repetition of identity
until I understood
wherever I roam
this body is not my home
and the inner voice had to speak aloud


Those Nights

Those Nights
Form: Free Verse

when the nights are haunted
with repetitive dreams
the radio-active nightmares
of one night
the one night
trust in love died
crucified in sacrifice
to your selfish want
defiling my body
on those nights
shaking with fear
alone in the dark
I remember you
for what you are
you didn’t destroy me
as you wanted
and in that knowledge
I celebrate my victory to live free


Diamonds and Wine

Diamonds and Wine
Form: Free Verse

How I love to taste the wine of wild desire
wet and warm upon your ruby lips
and the diamonds of lust that sparkle
passion’s fire within your eyes
as you melt into my arms
your flesh embracing mine
and your hair glowing in the candlelight
as you kiss me
Not for us the cold loveless kisses
of virginal purity
nor the want for saintly bliss
as white as the spotless dove
for ours is the love that hungers freely
and laughs at the world of denial
for your body is mine
and my flesh is yours
as you set my soul in flames
So kiss me now
while your lips are warm and fragrant
and taste like wine
clasp my heart and hold me close
as the shining stars go pale
for ours is the pleasure
of living in love


Whispering Sky

Whispering Sky
Form: Free Verse

I find my pleasure in the moonlight
while my feet dangle
trailing in the flowing waters
not for me the baking heat
of the noon sun dazzling the day
here in the lunar lit trees
whose leaves sparkle with silver reflections
I feel the mystery of power
as energy flows between
earth and sky
and I watch the stream’s waters
rushing in foam
around the rocks
blue in the moonlight
and I listen to the sky as he whispers
his blessings
adorning my spirit with
the treasures of nature
and I feel them within me
and enchanting
the beauty of my soul


Treasure Chest

Treasure Chest
Form: Free Verse

I kept our letters from long ago
in a chest under my bed
my treasure of hidden messages
in the stories of every day
and I smile when I think of the coded ways
we used to say “I love you”
our love that can never die
for you and your love changed my life
the only love I will ever want is you
so I cherish our letters
recalling the days I will remember always
as if I only saw you yesterday
in the echoes of promised love we made
forever and a day


List Poem Notes

A List or Catalogue poem is a poem that is written that lists things of the poet’s choosing such as names, places, events, images, etc. It is a flexible and often fun poem to work on. There are no rules as to meter, rhyme, or poem length.


A Glimpse of Beltane by JezzieG

As the breeze cools a summer’s day, as woolly clouds mingle in the sky
As the trees glisten in the evening sun, as the birds gather in song
As the scent of charcoal curls through the air, as the night beckons us in
As cups chatter with champagne flutes, as cake tastes better with tea
As memories are made in stories told, as conversations pass by the fire
As the May queen dances, as bells ring out a wedding day

Asinine (YDWP)

Inspired by and written for Your Daily Word Prompt – my thanks to Sheryl

Definition: Asinine – adj. extremely stupid or foolish

Form: Etheree

words echo
across the room
like foolish laughter
I’m chasing a comeback
without thinking in reason
instant retorts that miss the point
as they tremble with sarcasm’s wit
perhaps I should keep my sarky mouth shut


Waiting (Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge)

Inspired by and written for Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – thank you GC and Sue

Form: Rhopalic Verse

the queueline lengthening
the waiting
it isn’t terrible
in sunshine
but raining
it isn’t wonderful
this waiting
for buses
the queueline lengthening
while bankers, redundant
are searching employment
can senses readjust
when closing another
that isn’t sensible
the queueline lengthening
shelves empty disabled supermarkets
no supply
high demand
and prices continue
in raising
a crisis


Family Resemblance

Family Resemblance
Form: Free Verse

Sorting through
boxes of long forgotten letters,
and sepia photos, a flapper girl
with her cards offering to dance
a beautiful girl I never knew
yet it stopped me in my tracks
with a chill in my spine
her delicate features so youthful
I thought I remembered them
a slender figure dressed in lace
but I don’t remember that
her black bob framing her eyes
and I bet those eyes are grey
a boyish grin
yes, I recognise that
but were her lips a glossy red?
Eileen, 1926
my Nana
a beautiful girl
but I thought I saw my dad
and I thought I saw me


Said It Out Loud

Said It Out Loud
Form: Free Verse

before I understood
I was nothing much
and never anything worth thinking about
just a rhythm out of beat
playing the wrong tune
in a world of misunderstanding
that I would never fit in
I said it out loud
and will keep saying it
for in that saying
I became enough for you –
enough to make ridicule
enough to degrade
enough to leave
I’m happy you left


7:00 a.m.

7:00 a.m.
Form: Free Verse

The pulse races
when passions are liquid hot
not even your kiss can staunch the flow of lust
and the delicate pearls of sweat form on your brow
I know your hunger is melting too
I feel it bubbling on your lips as we kiss
you start to whisper a breeze on my ear
all I can say
“just kiss me, baby, just kiss me”
my body burning like molten rock
and coolness of your hands on my hips
your mouth sizzling down my bare chest
anticipation raging for the drag of your nail
over the fly off my jeans
my jeans
my jeans?
“you left them before you fell, babe
before you fell
you fell”
too late I am lost to your lips taking me in
into the depths of sweet penetration
what the hell is that noise
piercing my brain without mercy
another plastic box shatters against the wall
damn you alarm
can you not let me dream?


Descort Notes

The main rule of the Descort poem is that each line needs to be different from every other line in the poem. Therefore the poem has varying line lengths, and meters, no rhyme, and no refrains.


Turn of Season by JezzieG

No more daffodils sway in the lane
The spring has lost the dancing breeze
Replaced by April’s tears of rain
Frogs are courting by the slippery logs
Never asking more than a brief encounter
And as April turns to May
Dog bark in the green grass fields
Amid the budding dandelions
And yellow buttercups
And the summer begins to blossom

Espinela Notes

Created by Vincente Espinel, a Spanish poet, the Espinela consists of two stanzas, four end rhymes over 10 lines. The first stanza is a quatrain and the second stanza is a sestet. Each line is tetrameter or 8-syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows:

abba accddc


Nights of Romancing by JezzieG

How I wish we could go dancing
Like we did in those olden days
Moving rhythm as music plays
In those nights of our romancing

Warm nights of summer entrancing
Enchanting love for you and me
Walking beside the starlit sea
Stroll back home; a bottle of wine
On those nights that were so divine
As we kissed setting our love free

Elegy Notes

A song of sorrow or mourning, the Elegy is often for or about someone who has died. However, poets being poets and just that bit contrary on such matters, have also written elegies for the end of something such as a love affair, a holiday, or even a year. Form, meter, and structure are not important, content is what matters.


Silence of Twilight by JezzieG

In that cold silence of twilight
when the ashes of love faded
but never burned out
the moon rose in mourning
to ease my crying heart
as my eyes wept into the night
into the aloneness my life would be
yet as the sun rose in his golden wonder
I felt a warm embrace
reminding me I am not alone
for you will always be with me

Treetop (WWP)

Inspired by and written for Weekend Writing Prompt – my thanks to Sammi

Form: Free Verse

where are you
I can’t see from the ground
with you hiding in the skies
but I will climb up
and join you for the view
while swaying in wind
making you leaves shake with a bustle-rustle
and it seems like you are talking to me
about the panorama of woods and fields
or perhaps you’re saying
it’s time to go down now

Word Count: 63


Hands of a Sculptor

Hands of a Sculptor
Form: Golden Shovel

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read ~ Percy Shelley

In old stories I have heard tell
Of marvels in stone that
Speak of history and its
Mystery in the hands of a sculptor
The myths we know so well
Stories from the deep seas and those
From far off lands of strange passions
That in legends we have all read



Form: Glosa

This tyrant may deserve a harsher end
as payment for his crimes, but
in this moment, the assassin
will love him none the less – Byron

Visitations brought by Karma
Are our destiny, our fate
Rewards for our deeds lavished
In the certainty it is what we have earned
It is not death that we have deserved
For we all must meet that demise
What comes after is the recompense
Too late to seek grace when dying, then
The time is up and what has been done is done
And how many will say
This tyrant may deserve a harsher end
Human judgement is mortal
And human punishments die with the judged
For the punished will face their crimes
With the joy of spirit denied by their living
And that is for destiny to decide
When the assassin, Fate, brings the souls
To be judged and found wanting
In death no penance can be made
And the tyrant has nothing to offer
as payment for his crimes, but
he will try screaming from his knees
empty promises as in life
passions and lust dispersed in offerings
but no sacrifice is left to be made
like all other bills it must be paid
not with money, power, or treasures
the eyes of destiny have no room for that
as they look away it is access denied
and Fate seals the deal
in this moment, the assassin
The end of the tyrant is nigh
for nothing will remain of his soul
a soul sold for riches and command
as he stood against sweet destiny’s truth
and he prays her blade will be swift
as Fate looks him up and down
one last time her eyes are cold
her heart drizzled by ice
yet in this moment of his spiritual death she
will love him none the less


Just Wondering

Just Wondering
Form: Free verse

the good days with fun to be had
playing out until the amber flicker lit the street
and it was yours or mine for tea
there were bad days too
when we held each other’s tears
as secret pain was shared
all those days we said we’d never forget
but times have changed
memories faded yet still I hope
you are okay
then realise you are no longer the boy I knew
as like me you are completing
the sixth decade
we are both old now
you’re not the boy in red shorts
and I don’t have pigtails in my hair
and I don’t know the man you are now
did you marry?
have you got kids?
did you achieve your dream
and become a vet?
or perhaps you worked for Esso
like the other lads


Contrapuntal Poems Notes

Influenced by the music world, the Contrapuntal poem is composed of two or more poems intertwined to make one single composition. This is most often done by offering a line of poem A followed by a line from poem B and so on


Two Quatrains of Autumn’s Contrapuntal by JezzieG

Two Quatrains

Bright red reflections
Golden highlights fluttering
Soon will come the gathering
Where squirrels scurry for acorns

Echo the rustlings on the cool breeze
Whispers of leaves awaiting destiny’s flight
As the trees surrender to autumnal call
Making ready for the winter’s rest

Autumn’s Contrapuntal

Bright red reflections
Echo the rustlings on the cool breeze
Golden highlights fluttering
Whispers of leaves awaiting destiny’s flight
Soon will come the gathering
As the trees surrender to autumnal call
Where squirrels scurry for acorns
Making ready for the winter’s rest

Bricks and Mortar

Bricks and Mortar
Form: Blank Verse

My heart so easily pleased – so they say
Too easily impressed by nothing much
When looking on but looking gets nowhere
Because my eyes were caught at the first glance
Long before my thoughts could utter some sense
My heart was taking over and in command
Too easily won, easily broken
With my mind was screaming I told you so
Each time I’m left with a brick of mistrust
Left amid the fresh mortar of my tears
Now the wall is built high my heart is safe


After the Marriage

After the Marriage
Form: Free Verse

her arms dusted with flour
shuddered with the passing years
as her fists pounded
and twisted the daily batch of dough
rolls to serve with dinner
and a loaf take shape
the kettle whistles
a cup of tea with the dough set to rise
she remembers the old days
the early days of happy ever after
just after she married her prince
when the days of domestic chores
became a memory
and they lived happily ever after
that was the traditional prediction
that didn’t see revolution
the evacuation to the small cottage
and she’s here back in the kitchen
making bread
and her price works in a factory
making the money to buy flour
and this is the real happy ever after


Cento Notes

The Cento is a poem comprised of lines and phrases from other previously written poems. This can be the poet’s own work, a specific poet, or a combination of many poets.


Romancing with the Romantics by JezzieG

Beloved, speak to me again of love
tell me again
where fountains mingle with streams
and the winds of heaven mix
with sweet emotion
again tell me your philosophy
with images of kissings of the moon and sea
as with your divine words
you again kiss me

Beloved, dress me as your doll
cosset and dangle me in modern love
let your soldiers play with the hearts of my queens
hold me without reason or justification
in the sweet agony of your love
as it melts beneath the beaver hats

Beloved, let me walk in your beauty
be the day to my night
one more time lead me to dance
to the music of your gaudy light
where a single ray of sun
softly caresses the beauty of your face
as in your eloquence you tell me
of the days we spent chasing desire
and as you smile
set my heart to glow
for our love found in innocence

Resources for the cento

Percy Bysshe Shelley – Love’s Philosophy
John Keats – Modern Love
Lord Byron – She Walks in Beauty


Form: Free Verse

Life is a wonderful thing
the passage of time
allowing us to evolve
absorb events
accepting what happens
with a little patience and understanding
it all takes a bit of time
and an open mind


Human Voices

Human Voices
Form: Free Verse

They wait behind that closed door
concealing those prowling shadows
that whisper in human voices
softly whisper my craven name
with words that curse and crawl
upon the soul
gleaming eyes shimmering dishonesty
clamouring at the door
shambling sinews festering and furtive
twisting and churning
they are familiar yet unfamiliar
sensual mortality draped in immorality
softly whispering the echoes of fear


Cascade Poem Notes

Created by Udit Bhatia the idea of the Cascade poem is to take each line from the first stanza and make those the final lines of each of the following stanzas. There are no rules of rhyme or meter


Love not War by JezzieG

Your fingers grazing my skin
As senses explode like mines
Where I’m unarmed as you destroy me

Desire simmers deep within
Anticipation in lust defines
Your fingers grazing my skin

Exploding moments of passion set free
With kisses that linger a bit too long
As senses explode like mines

Mind and body united in wanting
Surrender into the fire of lust
Where I’m unarmed as you destroy me

Nights of Romancing

Nights of Romancing
Form: Espinela

How I wish we could go dancing
Like we did in those olden days
Moving rhythm as music plays
In those nights of our romancing
Warm nights of summer entrancing
Enchanting love for you and me
Walking beside the starlit sea
Stroll back home; a bottle of wine
On those nights that were so divine
As we kissed setting our love free


Pregunta Notes

A Spanish form, the Pregunta poses a question and offers a response.

It is usually written as a collaborative poem.

The first stanza presents the question(s) and the second stanza gives an answer whilst keeping the form and structure of the first stanza

Quick note: The first stanza sets the structure for the second half of the poem. Not only does it decide the subject through the question (or questions) it asks, but it also decides the structure and form of the poem.


More Than Stars by JezzieG

She asked if she mattered
in a world where opinions count
more than the stars?
Does she shine light in the darkness
and will I remember her name
would my living be the same
if I lived without her?

I said I am flattered
in her world, my opinions count
she is my star
and the only light in my darkness
my lips will always call her name
living is just not the same
in this world without her

Croci Spirit

Croci Spirit
Form: Free Verse

Sat by the pond
in the early morning sun
they caught my eye
in glimpses of white, purple, and yellow
from the bottom of the garden
a sign that winter’s time
must soon make way
for spring’s sunshine and showers
and warmth fills my soul
on this cold winter morning


Palindrome Notes

The Palindrome uses in the same words in the second half of the poem as in the first but in reverse order. The middle word of the poem acts as a bridge or turning point between the two halves.


Innocent by Jezzie G

Days gone by
recalling of times
and boys and girls
of talking in love
love in talking of
girls and boys and
times of recalling
bygone days

Silence of Twilight

Silence of Twilight
Form: Elegy

In that cold silence of twilight
when the ashes of love faded
but never burned out
the moon rose in mourning
to ease my crying heart
as my eyes wept into the night
into the aloneness my life would be
yet as the sun rose in his golden wonder
I felt a warm embrace
reminding me I am not alone
for you will always be with me


Throw In the Towel (JustJoJan)

Inspired by and written for JustJoJan – thank you, Linda

Following yesterday’s shopping adventure for food for the dog and cat and talking to Willow

Original draft approved by the lovely Willow – so a few edits and rewrites later, thank you, Willow

Form: List Poem

Boxes of dog food
Boxes of cat food
Frozen fish fillets
Chicken thighs
And after all that
I’m skint – and can’t afford a towel



Windflowers JW Waterhouse

Form: Ekphrasis

Alone, I stood alone in our garden
my eyes staring listlessly into the night
lifeless in the darkness
except for the constant yearning
of my lost heart
and my sorrowful mind thinking
of her
images of her consuming my thoughts
instantly and completely
and I want to cry
cry the tears to regain my empty soul
perhaps if I close my eyes I will see
see her light
for our love was born here in the garden
breathing the dew of passion’s serenity
with her beauty like the blossoming flowers
enchanting my senses and being
that first kiss as gentle as the summer breeze
entwined with the scent of silken hair
and her skin like the morning sun
inviting my eyes to meet her iris blue gaze
with a whispering kiss sealing my eternity
in the nature of her beauty
here in our garden
was reality but a dream?


More Than Stars

More Than Stars
Form: Pregunta

She asked if she mattered
in a world where opinions count
more than the stars?
Does she shine light in the darkness
and will I remember her name
would my living be same
if I lived without her?
I said I am flattered
in her world, my opinions count
she is my star
and the only light in my darkness
my lips will always call her name
living is just not the same
in this world without her


Whispering Nothing

Whispering Nothing
Form: Free Verse

Holding you in my arms
we both knew where it would end,
we both knew we had no choice,
we tried everything to avoid it,
but it was calling the shots
and we had to say goodbye.
Holding you closer,
hoping that would make a difference,
hoping goodbye would never come,
stroking your cheek and whispering,
whispering nothing.
Wishing time would stop,
wishing you would take me with you,
one of us had to stay behind;
somehow, I must try to live
without you


Paradelle Notes

Originally introduced by Billy Collins as a demanding French form he later admitted he created as a joke. However, he wasn’t joking about the demanding rules of the Paradelle

It is a poem of four stanzas.

Each stanza consists of six lines

For stanzas 1-3 the first and second lines should be the same, the third and fourth lines should be the same with the fifth and sixth lines composed of all the words from the first and third lines, and only the words of the first and third lines.

The fourth stanza is composed of all the words of the fifth and sixth lines of the first three stanzas and only those words.


Paradelle for Susan by Billy Collins

I remember the quick, nervous bird of your love.
I remember the quick, nervous bird of your love.
Always perched on the thinnest, highest branch.
Always perched on the thinnest, highest branch.
Thinnest love, remember the quick branch.
Always nervous, I perched on your highest bird the.

It is time for me to cross the mountain.
It is time for me to cross the mountain.
And find another shore to darken with my pain.
And find another shore to darken with my pain.
Another pain for me to darken the mountain.
And find the time, cross my shore, to with it is to.

The weather warm, the handwriting familiar.
The weather warm, the handwriting familiar.
Your letter flies from my hand into the waters below.
Your letter flies from my hand into the waters below.
The familiar waters below my warm hand.
Into handwriting your weather flies you letter the from the.

I always cross the highest letter, the thinnest bird.
Below the waters of my warm familiar pain,
Another hand to remember your handwriting.
The weather perched for me on the shore.
Quick, your nervous branch flew from love.
Darken the mountain, time and find was my into it was with to to


Form: Echo Verse

Shadows play in candlelight. Light
The focus when love fades out. Out
Of the loop where senses descend. Send
Feelings to rest begin again. Gain
Nothing but truth defined. Find
the will to be something, anything