
I keep no secrets
My life is an open book
Nothing you’ll uncover
Not a thing you will discover
In cranny and nook
There’s not a hidden thing
That a “ah ha” will bring
Very transparent am I
And I never ever lie
Choka

I keep no secrets
My life is an open book
Nothing you’ll uncover
Not a thing you will discover
In cranny and nook
There’s not a hidden thing
That a “ah ha” will bring
Very transparent am I
And I never ever lie
Choka

I hold
Today in my hand
What shall I do with it?
Use it for good before its gone?
It’s my choice
I can choose to just waste it
And throw it all away
Or expend it
For good
Butterfly Cinquain

What should I write about?
Something I seek or see?
Something that deserves a shout?
What should I write about?
Things that I believe or doubt?
Something I hope or dream will be?
What should I write about?
Something I seek or see?
Triolet

Did
You ever
Wonder how
Poets find sleep?
Or what they might think
In those dark night watches?
As they contemplate slumber?
Are their mind’s in calm repose?
How do they enter into somnolence?
Poets count syllables instead of sheep!
Etheree

Believer be aware
Always put on your armor
Wear it daily
The lion sleeps
But he will arise again
So be on guard
Your great adversary
Is as a roaring lion
Wanting to devour
The lion slumbers
But he will again awake
So be wise
Be spirtually ready
Don’t be caught off guard
Always be vigilant
For the devil
Is as a prowling lion
Seeking to devour
Stand against him
Wearing the Armor of God
He will flee.
Word Lunes
(Based on 1 Peter 5:8-9 and Ephesians 6:10-18)

Do unto others
As you’d wish them
To do unto you in all things
Practice everyday and you’ll be
A winner
Cinquain

Day by day the same
Routine is like clockwork
Until suddenly came
A fresh wind blowing blessings
Ordinary was no more
Tanka

The words
You speak
Charm me
But then
Your loud
Actions
Erase
Them all
Syllabic Verse
“Actions speak louder than words” —Author Unknown
Sources say that this expression dates back as far as 1628. It was first used in its current form in the USA by Abraham Lincoln in 1856.

The leaves susurrate beneath my feet
As I pause to cogitate
My mind says I should be festinating
I suspire
And continue to ruminate
A reverie in the wood
Mix and Match Poetry
If you love learning new words and using then try this Poetry. It was a fun experience for me 😊
• (MIX AND MATCH: is a poem mingling fancy vocabulary with distinctly un-fancy words. Any form, rhyme or un-rhymed)
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