Fibonacci Poems

[Eluard]

A different kind of exercise here, or challenge, if you will.

A Fibonacci poem is one whose lines have the syllable count of the Fibonacci sequence. This begins: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34… (add the last two numbers to get the next member of the sequence).

Your poem can be as long as you like, so long as you abide by the sequence. A useful tool here is the Syllable Counter.

Here is an example of a Fibonacci poem.

Fibonacci I

There
are
people
who will not
allow you to love
as you only are able to
but insist that there is some other way, one more like
the shark that eats license plates and the polio virus — always servicing the sea.




. . .

 

[sassynyc]

a
day
on the right
side of the dirt is
undoubtedly a chance, to etch
a new sketch on a fresh horizon, if only you
are fiercely passionate in your unwavering commitment to change your color scheme

 

[PandoraGlitters]

I wondered what might happen to turn it upside down a bit. I didn't use a counter, just my fingers. I hope it works.


You
can
love me
however
love may be sustained.
I will not hinder your affairs
nor let you see my fractures when you come back, sated.
I will give what you take and what you take will be yours without price and without measure.
You may take my love and mix it with the loves you collect, the nectars of all your wooing; I will serve it to you in a goblet, blood warm.

Just do not begrudge me, when you have praised your other lovers or lovers you wish for, if I smile back at another who thinks me pretty.
If you are not mine only, I cannot be yours only, to be the slave left alone,
unseen and unwanted until you call or you write!
Just like you, I wear no collar.
But I would wear yours
if only
you would
love.



OR maybe I should just go on to the next number. Hmm. Let me see when I do that.



You
can
love me
however
love may be sustained.
I will not hinder your affairs
nor let you see my fractures when you come back, sated.

I will give what you take and what you take will be yours without price and without measure.

You may take my love and mix it with the loves you collect, the nectars of all your wooing; I will serve it to you in a goblet, blood warm.

All I ask is that you love. That your heart grows warm and able. And that I am in your heart, even if only one of many floating there. Just love me also and that love will mend the cracks. Love me better, as you would a stranger.

 

[Guest]

Suddenly, Craving

I
say,
cah-sah—
BAH into
her ear and it rolls
off smooth, catching on the end like
I lick fuzz off a peach, sticky cat tongue in juicy fruit. She makes me say it again.
Whisper slow, casa-ba, casa-ba, casa-ba. We mellow, pick cherries, strawberries, move to the next aisle, suddenly craving fondue chocolate.

 

[Eluard]

Hot hot hot

 

[NALA CAYENNE]

I couldn't resist a challenge...

I
Watch
As she
Dips fingers
Into her moist folds
My tongue longing to taste her cream
Then sharing the sticky sweet confection in a kiss
Only to have her repeat the episode for me again and again and again

 

[UnderYourSpell]

If
it's
one word
meaning hope,
strive for horizons
unknown as yet stretched distantly
far into the unknown where even dragons
lurk claws unsheathed to trap and take the unwary traveller seeking what calls
him ever onwards to the destiny that may be his if only he believes enough to never see his dragons lair

 

[UnderYourSpell]

hey why don't mine look right? its got bumps in it

 

[NALA CAYENNE]

hey why don't mine look right? its got bumps in it

Mine has bumps in it too

 

[Angeline]

A
set
conjoined
by numbers.
Parentheses start
and finish the parameters
define the terms for our sequence to commence thusly:
one kiss on your mouth, another on your neck, two for thighs, five down your chest, eight and oh.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Oh well bumps or not it will have to do I kept getting lost with what number I was on

 

[NALA CAYENNE]

A
set
conjoined
by numbers.
Parentheses start
and finish the parameters
define the terms for our sequence to commence thusly:
one kiss on your mouth, another on your neck, two for thighs, five down your chest, eight and oh.

Great way to describe a Fib poem Angeline

UnderYourSpell: Oh well bumps or not it will have to do I kept getting lost with what number I was on

I did too. I finally had to highlight the numbers as I did the syllable

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Nearly as bad (but not quite) as a sestina!

 

[NALA CAYENNE]

Nearly as bad (but not quite) as a sestina!

Sestina's make my head hurt

 

[Liar]

left,
right,
then left
and right back
goes her flimsy gaze,
try as she might to stay on track
while derailing words make her fight for this logos theft,
leaving stains of lie in her frenzised face, leaving stolen thoughts for the wind, for the night

 

[Angeline]

Great way to describe a Fib poem Angeline



I did too. I finally had to highlight the numbers as I did the syllable

Thank you beautiful Nala. First one I ever wrote.

 

[NALA CAYENNE]

Thank you beautiful Nala. First one I ever wrote.

As
a
poet
publisher
and poetry teach
I say that sometimes the best poems
are the one's we've never written because instead of
preconceived notions, we just follow parameters & write to our hearts content

(thank you for the compliment)

 

[Remec]

When
I take
a poem,
and force all its words
into a specific pattern
(whether of rhyme or meter or syllables) I find
myself worrying less about the structure than I
do when choosing where line breaks should
fall when just writing
the words down
as they
come.​

 

[Remec]

Oh, and here's one I came up with the last time someone mentioned these.

 

[NALA CAYENNE]

Oh, and here's one I came up with the last time someone mentioned these.

Both are nice. I especially like the one you linked us to.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Sestina's make my head hurt

I once wrote one on here called first try sestina I should have called it first and last ... I think you need to be mathematically minded and very precise in your dealings and I am neither being very lacksidaisickle .... hey you should come in the Bistro more often it's full of odd, crazy and lovable people

When
I take
a poem,
and force all its words
into a specific pattern
(whether of rhyme or meter or syllables) I find
myself worrying less about the structure than I
do when choosing where line breaks should
fall when just writing
the words down
as they
come.​

Now it's very odd when I used to write rhyming poetry and centre justified they used to come out in some perfect geometric shapes

 

[NALA CAYENNE]

I once wrote one on here called first try sestina I should have called it first and last ... I think you need to be mathematically minded and very precise in your dealings and I am neither being very lacksidaisickle .... hey you should come in the Bistro more often it's full of odd, crazy and lovable people

I think not being mathematically minded is why I had such a rough time with the Fib poem- all that adding makes my brain itch I am truly a wordsmith.

Thanks for the invite. I am definitely one of the odd and crazy...I should fit right in.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

When
I take
a poem,
and force all its words
into a specific pattern
(whether of rhyme or meter or syllables) I find
myself worrying less about the structure than I
do when choosing where line breaks should
fall when just writing
the words down
as they
come.​

Gorgeous!

 

[PandoraGlitters]

I think not being mathematically minded is why I had such a rough time with the Fib poem- all that adding makes my brain itch I am truly a wordsmith.

Thanks for the invite. I am definitely one of the odd and crazy...I should fit right in.

Nice to meet you Nala. I'm sure you will.

 

[NALA CAYENNE]

Nice to meet you Nala. I'm sure you will.

Nice to meet you Pandora. Thank you for the welcome