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2007 Form Challenges
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IRISH POETRY FORMSIt is important to remember that Irish poetry is cyclic and the last line should end with the first syllable word or the complete line.
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Ae Freslighe: (ay fresh lee)Each stanza is a quatrain of seven syllables. Lines one and three rhyme with a triple (three syllable) rhyme and two and four use a double (two syllable) rhyme. As was stated earlier. the poem should end with the first syllable word or the complete line that it began with.
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Ae Freslighe Challenge Replies
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Lorainne DafneyMy heart is yours today be gentle when you touch its strings for delicate teardrops flee when past voices rise and sing |
Ryter RoethicleI feel you move against me in the coolness of the night. knowing it’s as it should be everything is alright. Kiss confirms we are now one a simple touch, winking eye nights forever have begun smile confirms it’s you and I. ----- Kisses Prove Love is not like a hailstone quickly melting on your lips, it melts against mine also. Mine from yours are loathe to go. ----- Xamples Ragged kid with snotty nose clutching life in old black bag ignore what we presuppose feeling life has been a drag. Teenage kid with challenges feeling life’s more certain now learning to handle changes brushes hair away from brow. Now father with snotty kid buying his son a new black bag remembering all he did his son’ll never be in rags. |
Nicola WynterLeaves of poppies fleeting dance In fields of fairies do ask How winds blow petaled chance Into sure arms without mask. ----- Spirals Spiral as the ferns rebirth Unfolding in shady nooks Near sentinel trees unearth The gurgles of toady brooks. One looks as cycles return Regarding each Naiad stream On earth as is on Saturn Storms stir up leaves, Naiad's dream. Venture forth bracken on grounds Not your own but, apteral Like cicadas wings we found Lying about in spirals. back to list |
Trewir WintlekIn the darkness we feel touched By feelings we feel within A feeling we have left untouched The feeling that makes us sin? Off into feel war of hate Feeling the pains of mistakes Feelings, to lose feeling great Come feel this hate, come partake Stop! Stop! Just for this moment Feel it! Now can we stop it? Did we feel the tense ailment? Did we hit something in fits? Horrified, we feel a rage Uncontrolled actions Did we stop to change the stage? Feeling hates saturation? What are we feeling right now? Uncomfortable, stressed out? Still soaking in hateful sow? Feeling so complex we shout Let’s unravel and delete The feelings of detestation It’s not to late to defeat This action of destruction Ready to attack this hate That keeps you far inside sin Is this really your given fate? Will love make you give in? back to list |
Casbairdne (koss búyer-dne):
Each stanza is a quatrain of seven syllables. Lines two and four rhyme and lines one and
three consonate with them. There are at least two cross-rhymes* in each couplet. In the
first couplet, this isn't necessarily exact. The final syllable of line four alliterates* with
the preceding stressed word.
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Casbairdne Challenge Replies
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Ryter RoethicleBroken souls, lovers casts offs scattered around, creating a graveyard of broken love now too late for berating. ----
When you cry |
Nicola WynterAngels calling as they fly Constant comment on the flight Of zephers child that they are So apparently angels ----
Heart
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Deibhidhe (jay-vée):
Each stanza is a quatrain of seven syllables. Light rhyming in couplets.
Alliteration between two words in each line, the final word of line four
alliterating with the preceding stressed word. There are at least two cross-rhymes
between three and four.
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Deibhidhe Challenge Replies
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Ryter RoethicleRain washes away the ground leaving around wrinkled mounds farmers weeping for lost grain still blessing the seeping rain. Drip, drip, dripping sound is heard post rain blessing, happy words smiles throughout this land again as plants regain life with rain ----
Clouds
Sober Thoughs |
Nicola WynterSeason of sun cycles wane leaving clouds of leaf and rain sunshine drys up our reason as spring gives way loves season. Too many days dreamt away letting clouds get in our way shepherding crimes of treason back to blessings new season. back to list |
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