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  • 06/07/2017
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Ravings of a Rabid Werewolf - Poetry by Wolf - 2. A Rose

A friend of mine posted a picture on Facebook of the first flower on his rose bush. I have no idea what category of poem, if any, this would fall into or if I butchered this attempt. Regardless, here goes since I can't learn if I don't try.

The stunning red

The fragrant smell

A gift of life

The heart does swell

 

Its splendor is short lived

And will soon fade away

The beauty of a rose

Always brightens my day

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JeffreyL

This is beautiful in its simplicity. Well done! And don't sell yourself short. The only way to become proficient in any skill is to practice. A four line poem is called a quatrain. There are different rhyming patterns: AABB, ABAB, ABBA, AAAA. Yours, I believe, is written ABCB. Lines two and four rhyme. Lines one and three don't rhyme with each other or with two and four. I've also seen it written XAXA.  Often quatrains are put together to make longer poems. Keep up the good work! Jeff

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21 hours ago, Lux Apollo said:

:)

 

Brief beauty.

Thank you Lux

17 hours ago, JeffreyL said:

This is beautiful in its simplicity. Well done! And don't sell yourself short. The only way to become proficient in any skill is to practice. A four line poem is called a quatrain. There are different rhyming patterns: AABB, ABAB, ABBA, AAAA. Yours, I believe, is written ABCB. Lines two and four rhyme. Lines one and three don't rhyme with each other or with two and four. I've also seen it written XAXA.  Often quatrains are put together to make longer poems. Keep up the good work! Jeff

Thank you Jeffey

15 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

love it wolfie.. my mum grew roses and this brought me some special memories with her out there amoung them.. thanks for that xoxo

Thank you tim :)

9 hours ago, mollyhousemouse said:

Oh I liked it! I liked it a lot!

I don't know about forms but it was well done!

Thanks for being brave enough to try!

Thanks Molly

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