The challenge this week is to write syllabic poetry about what lies behind the mask. Thanks to Yvette and Colleen for the inspiration.
knives within their hearts
a perfect smile that could kill
a confident gait
a befitting mask to win,
to dazzle the admirers
***
the show continues
till you creep behind their skin
to uncover the lies
true tales tumble out soon
finally, the facade falls
***
© Balroop Singh
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Thank you.
he waits
for his sunbath
in his precious window
the golden glow peeks through the clouds
calmly
***
crisp air,
eerie silence,
frozen wind sleeps on trees
chill whispers through the window chinks
he watches
***
© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write American Cinquain.
Thanks to Sadje for the photo prompt #WDYS –363
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harvest moon beckons
brings beams of eternal love
let us celebrate
one last night of ecstasy
draped in silvery moonlight.
***
the old oak calls us
offers a love canopy
will you stay awhile?
mystical moment entices
to craft lifetime memories.
***
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Eugi and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to write a poem to celebrate autumn and the Harvest Moon.
My new poetry book is dedicated to such blogger buddies for inspiring me to learn and write syllabic poetry. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside
This week’s TankaTuesday challenge is quite inspiring as Melissa has introduced us to Pi-ku, a new poetic form. I was not familiar with it and therefore, it was fun to learn it.
A Pi-Ku is a short, three-line-poem that mimics the structure of a traditional haiku but uses a 3-1-4 syllabic format.
clouds descend
kiss
earth’s elixir
***
celestial
blue
embraces their mist
***
meandering
stream
calms the aura
***
harmony
hinges
on their fusing
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Melissa and Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
My new poetry book is dedicated to such blogger buddies for inspiring me to learn and write syllabic poetry. If you like poetry, please click on the link to look inside
I parked my dream
with my brand new, white cycle
It still whispers through
the pores of my skin, nudging,
reminding: dreams never die.
***
caged in metaphors
content with the flight they took
all dreams have melted.
a cauldron of charred moments –
the only reality.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt WDYS – 357.
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