A "Romanticism" poem is a poem about nature and love while having emphasis on the personal experience.
The Dome Above, The River Below
Crisp air
Chirping birds
Green grass
Fresh breeze
under the granite above.
Budding flowers
Buzzing bees
Sunshine cresting
Rabbits marching
Over the water below.
Tenderness fills the heart
at the sight of abundance life.
Nature's gentle arms
wraps around the soul.
True affection,
Sincere devotion,
Genuine fondness,
Arms wide open
Discovered under the granite above
and over the water below.
A Villanelle is a French form of poetry.
This is a 19 line poem with the following rhyming scheme: aba, aba, aba, aba, aba, abaa
The 1st and 3rd lines are repeated in alternating order and appear together in the last two lines.
The Vines
by: Stephanie Burkhart
The grapes grew wild and free.
He walked through the spiny vines,
Knowing the sun and soil were key.
The sunlight pierced the broad canopy.
He laid out his plan along careful lines.
The grapes grew wild and free.
The wind came, rattling the tree.
With delibrate precision, he placed his signs.
Knowing the sun and soil were key.
Frost brought his land to its knees.
He blew heat on the readying vines.
The grapes grew wild and free.
Clouds covered the insects and bees.
he watched and waited in the lines,
knowing the sun and soil were key.
The rain drove away the frost until he could see.
Round blubs of fruit proved a hopeful sign.
The grapes grew wild and free,
knowing the sun and soil were key.
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As The Leaves Change
The temperature drops oh so mildly,
trees turn from green to yellow and gold.
And ever so wildly,
my home changes ever so boldly.
And so the leaves change,
but not my heart.
I long for the secuirty
of the changing leaves I'm used to
and the friendships I adore.
Royal purples and vibrant reds,
orange pumpkins and Indian corn,
bring in a week of Indian summer,
and then for six months will nothing be born.
And so the leaves change,
but not my heart.
I long for this beautiful season
and to share all this
with the person who will give my life reason.
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Here is one of my favorite poems from one of my favorite poets, Emily Dickinson. Enjoy!
I Heard a Fly Buzz
by: Emily Dickinson
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air -
Between the Heaves of Storm -
The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -
And breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset - when the King
Be witnessed - in the Room -
I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away
What portions of me be
Assignable - and then it was
There interposed a Fly -
With Blue - uncertain stumbling Buzz -
Between the light - and me -
And then the Windows failed - and then
I could not see to see -