Punny penta-poems

[GAHD]

Quatrain corner sparked this curse

my mind is plagued with writing verse

I had inspiration, a cure of cinquain!

so without too much adieu,

my poem "the bridge" I bring to you.

 

I saw a dear old friend today;

many years had past since our lives did stray.

we talked of things,

we both would know.

But life was calling; We turned away

 

While our backs were turned, our eyes afar,

the test of time and the water's flow

had carved a chasm, who could have known?

turning back surprised to find

our paths too far to speak our minds

 

We were left just standing there,

so far away we could not share.

Joys of life,

our sea of hate,

a chance to strip off this public face.

 

We looked to our bridge, in reckless hope

but to teach us what we both should know,

life would deal another blow.

With a final nod we turned away;

our bridge was burnt so long ago.

[Queso]

nice. so what are the rules to a punny-penta?

[GAHD]

punny penta is just a name.

I'm punning on "penta"; five verses of five.

Used some alliteration in the title to draw people's eyes.

just make a poem as comes to your brain

five lines to this poem so in that they're the same.

 

but a self reprised poem

that's done too

but who am i to tell you what to do?

five lines to a verse is all that I ask

some poetic licence will lighten the task

[Fishteacher73]

Iambic pentameter and clouded metaphor,

Scratching, erasing, and scribing a bit.

Pentarchan, Shakspearian, and maybe more,

A haiku in which seventeen fit.

Reading only science would be a bore.

[Turtle]

I can't ignore such pointed verse,

I see a number I must purse,

and when the subject gets too terse,

I shall my position curse,

but then reflect, it could be worse.

[BEAKER]

It's night. Moon rises.

No new supprises.

Tired again. Pick up pen.

keboards quicker.

after liquer.

 

Can't do all five

barely alive.

must sleep to keep

from counting the sheep

of Bo-peep.

[Queso]

i stopped,

i thought,

i could have sworn,

that that was you,

your veil was torn.

[BEAKER]

I wrote this about 20 years ago. I know it's not all "penta" - but here goes.

 

Count the rings in any tree

and I am sure that you will see

a change has taken place inside

there is no way a tree can hide

the growth of time that does abide.

 

Leaves are dropping to the earth

but always comes another birth

to live and show the world it's worth.

 

Some will grow so very slow

its often hard to truly know

in which dirrection they will go.

 

But there is never any doubt

for any tree, the slim or stout

of what it's life is all about.

 

So innocent a tree will live

clean air to you and I will give

a further breath of life to live.

 

And living, it will stand on high

forever reachng to the sky

when usefullness is gone; to die.

How similar to you and I.

[Turtle]

That growth of tree,

that rings do hide,

by Fibonacci's numbers side,

how many leaves around the stem,

uniquely numbers each of them.

[Queso]

there once was gravity, said the fish

bouncing off the bricks

what was gravity, asked the man

it was around,

it was around.

[Turtle]

I think I'm done,

I have no more,

words from the keys,

no longer poor,

and wandering off I go.

[Queso]

i sold my car

inside a jar

then went to a bar

fell down really far

marklar marklar marklar marklar marklar

[Turtle]

How many lines have I laid down,

while my many thoughts abound,

always rushing round & round,

bother not to look them up,

they scatter past upon the ground.

[Queso]

a watch on a chain,

swinging in the rain,

the clocktower bells.

clinging to the coat,

the blanket.

[ledbassest]

“The Crusade”

Crusade can’t arrive without serenity,

And serenity without crusade.

Violence is the key to life

As is serenity.

Irony slowly follows.

[Turtle]

Dragons fly and Satyrs roam,

in and out this five-line poem,

no proof extant,

its lack bemoan,

perchance to meet a Dragon.

[Turtle]

Sequesterd thread of five line poems,

crossed not the doorway of our homes,

to cry of love lost lorns,

or gods' contests announced by horns,

but lay content by fire side 'till called upon once more.