Try this poem; remember to read it aloud;
 
 
 
        If Thou Must Love Me
Elizabeth B. Browning  (1806 – 1861)
 
        IF thou must love me, let it be for nought 
        Except for love's sake only. Do not say 
        "I love her for her smile- her look- her way 
        Of speaking gently,- for a trick of thought 
        That falls in well with mine, and certes brought 
        A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"- 
        For these things in themselves, Beloved, may 

There’s no need for another revolution
...Meandering about...
Weary minds fall asleep and then there’s heaven
No depth in the vein of a dream,
Only our Sun that shines inside out.

And there’s no step that can be undone
No light that can be unfolded,
Stop and think – there are only two ways:
The way of the living and the way of the dead.

Would you reach for my hand in silence
If I told you a lie?
So much so that everything we used to know
within and without
shivers in the whispers that die.

We remember, we remember
But, we will not ever understand
The truth that took you from us
Stunned by our loss
Try as we might
Numb from the fact
We cannot fathom the purpose

Stars should shine brightly
Forever...

Just let us paint the shadows
time and again,
and put a smile on those colors
to grin at their reflection.
No one has to know the struggle within,
there’s a secret and each of us knows -
just put a smile on your reflection.

Sell us hopes and smoke the mirrors
where they rest in perfect symmetry,
don’t let them go astray!
The past and the future melt into a single grin,
and you can sell us hopes, from time to time,
to hold the pains at bay.

Blues busted by the GD sunshine 2/14/2020
You want to talk about a bad day? I got my blues busted by the goddamned sunshine! By the GD sunshine!! Leave me alone you nosy bastard. I had a perfectly good funk going down, Samuel.

Your challenge members of the workshop and anyone else is write one of these post here and click the workshop box at the bottom to find the workshop label.
Let's look at one of my favourite forms
ENGLYN PENFYR

Let's kick things off with something new for most of you, I'm sure. This is one of the least well-known poetry forms--an old Welsh form called the ENGLYN PENFYR. It is syllabic and rhymed in nature, as opposed to metered, but the use of internal crossover rhymes lends it a very rhythmic quality.

Confined in your mind,
there’s nothing left to improvise
apart from what little life remains;
inside your head some scars are drowning you,
they leave you in the sweat of the unwise.

Inviting death to share your bed...
It’s just a ghastly way of cheating fate –
this guilt that always tears apart
the entrails of your shadow’s hate.

Visual guild. As we consume thy perceptions.

Imagine reality. As we resume our intentions.

Let here ye sign signature of rose flower oaths.

Everlasting with hope. For we shall last for eternity.

Foreseen malice of Shiresham Retreat.

As thou ancestors betrothed in the garden.

-A Poem By Kev Chino’

So much is written, carved or etched in stone,
so many lies and lies within us lie,
buried inside like poisonous temptations!
For different worlds we march to war
and die!

Apathy fills the air,
we fear the sound we hear when nothing happens.
Still,
the burdens laid upon our shoulders
will get us grounded to a different world.

The misty, whispering rain starts to fall
as I trace my finger against
the cold glass, following a drop.
The irregular starts and stops
making the task cumbersome,
finally falling quicker than
I could ever anticipate.
The distraction dissolves in seconds,
my thoughts being consumed
by time once again.

Time.

I was to mend in time.

I tried to escape,
tried to restrain my pen into quietness,
to hide it from his face,
to erase him from its reach.