When the only shape that fit was square,
She wished to be an octagon.
And fitting in seemed quite unfair,
When the only shape that fit was square.
The same boxed image everywhere
Leaving life no clothes to don.
When the only shape that fit was square,
She wished to be an octagon.
This poem is called a triolet. A triolet is a short eight-line poem with only two rhymes, A and B. It follows a specific pattern. The first line must be repeated on lines four and seven. The second line must be repeated on line eight. It is as follows: A B a A a b A B
Although I write primarily free verse, I like the challenge of structured poetry.
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Sandra Matos
I write so that people will remember me. I make art for the same reason. I had a mother that I never knew. Who she was, how she smelled, or what she valued. I don't want anyone to wonder who I was.
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After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham4 days ago in Fiction
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Beautifully managed, Sandra!
Another poetry format for me to try. This is wonderful
Nice❤️✨
I like this very much.
I’ve never heard of this type of poem! How interesting!