Why Do They Fight

Why do they fight?
My soul cried in vain
How do I hide my fright?

Sometimes I wish they would bring light
Everyone has embraced pain
Why do they fight?

Many have suffered from sleepless night
afraid to see the soldiers gain
How do I hide my fright?

What can we do, what is our plight?
My heart is broken in twain
Why do they fight?

Just when I ponder if they are right
They lost their heart and brain
How do I hide my fright?

Countless innocents strive with might
Sorrow is filled like a train
Why do they fight?
How do I hide my fright?


Author's note:
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme:
aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the
poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).

Too Gorgeous For Me

She is too gorgeous for me
Are you that pretty?
Do you care?

Her blue eyes look so stunning
Are they real or not?
Can't you see?


Author's note:

The English word quinzaine come from the French word qunize, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is
an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables.

I Was Dreaming

I was dreaming of a lover's moon
sweethearts in passionate caress
shadow of oneness dispersed
giving its way to lull
the rough edges of
thorny feelings
silenced their
fears for
guilt.


Author's note:


Nonet

A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line
seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes withone syllable. It can be on any subject and
rhyming is optional.

line 1 - 9 syllables
line 2 - 8 syllables
line 3 - 7 syllables
line 4 - 6 syllables
line 5 - 5 syllables
line 6 - 4 syllables
line 7 - 3 syllables
line 8 - 2 syllables
line 9 - 1 syllable

Insurmountable Regrets

A blazing regret haunted me for years
Like a river of guilt pushed me to tears
Relinquished with solace, I'm left behind
Trapped in a pit, helpless and darkened mind
A thorny path unfolded, lost its veers.

Who could help me from this torment and fear?
Stunned my hopes and my dreams, nothing to cheer!
Regrets waxed my inner feelings, where’s divine?
A blazing regret…

Crumbling inside, struggling for better sphere
Words poisoned me, killed my nerves was it fair?
Rage emotions embraced my soul entwined
Poignant countenance, why you’re so unkind?
Winds of failure encompassed my primer
A blazing regret…


A/N:
Poetic pattern - Rondeau
Syllabic count - 10 per line except for the (R) - refrain
Rhyming scheme - (R-is a refrain)

aabba
aab(R)
aabba(R)