What poetry form are you?

[Stella_Omega]

I am
free verse,
and know the rules,
and use them --
when they suit me,
which admittedly
tends not to be the case.
Authority,
tradition, laws;
very much not
my sort
of thing,
I fear.
Perhaps, on occasion,
I go too far in the opposite direction,
and shun the accepted merely because it's accepted,
accepting its opposite merely because it isn't;
but since it's clearly
better that than
being normal;
well,
why
not?


What poetry form are you?

 

[impressive]

I am, of course, none other than blank verse.
I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right;
And when I get there (if I ever do)
I might not recognise it. So? Your point?
Why should I have a destination set?
I'm relatively happy as I am,
And wouldn't want to be forever aimed
Towards some future path or special goal.
It's not to do with laziness, as such.
It's just that one the whole I'd rather not
Be bothered - so I drift contentedly;
An underrated way of life, I find.

 

[cloudy]

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.

 

[slyc_willie]

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.

Good to know

Oh, and I dropped the cream bun

 

[rgraham666]

I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled;
Not prone to overstated gushing praise
Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled
With overstretched opinions to rephrase;
But on the other hand, not fond of fools,
And thus, not fond of people, on the whole;
And holding to the sound and useful rules,
Not those that seek unjustified control.
I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least,
I think I am, and usually I'm right);
And when more ostentatious types have ceased,
I'm still around, and doing, still, alright.
In short, I'm calm and rational and stable -
Or, well, I am, as much as I am able.

 

[FatDino]

I'm the lai, with no sort
Of grave, solemn thought,
And I
Will never be caught
By miseries sought,
Nor sigh;
Where battles are fought
Or arguments brought,
I fly.


I dropped the cream bun too.

 

[Guest]

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.

 

[LadyCibelle]

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.




I'll take it as a good omen that I'm in such good company.

 

[glynndah]

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.

 

[champagne1982]

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.

And when I find my creativity drained
I dig deep inside the rubbish pile
to find an archiac form therein retained.

 

[BlackShanglan]

When feeling my oats in the spring,
It's the limerick I gleefully sing.
While it's far from sedate,
It's a sweet running-mate
To an equinous genderless thing.

(But Cantdog's limerick about me is infinitely superior.)

But nights, ah, some other nights, when heavier thoughts descend
Upon my soul betwixt the missives and the wine,
Then candlelit, to brush the tender page I bend.
For I am desolate, and bewitched by an old passion;
----Yea, to touch thy verse is to ache for it to be mine:
I have been faithful to thee, Earnest, in my fashion.

ETA - Ooops, that's what comes of not reading carefully. I thought we were meant to be composing.

 

[3113]

Ottava rima? Me? That can't be right!
Too frivolous? But tut, there's no such thing!
Let others ponder thoughts of wrong and right,
Or sit and think how much they love the spring;
I'd rather spend my time in gleeful spite,
Or maybe laugh, or maybe sit and sing.
Besides, it might be fun to be inspiring -
But surely it would get so very tiring.

And I think a sonnet suits Rob to a "tee"

 

[CeriseNoire]

I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled;
Not prone to overstated gushing praise
Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled
With overstretched opinions to rephrase;
But on the other hand, not fond of fools,
And thus, not fond of people, on the whole;
And holding to the sound and useful rules,
Not those that seek unjustified control.
I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least,
I think I am, and usually I'm right);
And when more ostentatious types have ceased,
I'm still around, and doing, still, alright.
In short, I'm calm and rational and stable -
Or, well, I am, as much as I am able.

 

[The_Fool]

Nope...uhuh...not gonna go there...

 

[Stella_Omega]

When feeling my oats in the spring,
It's the limerick I gleefully sing.
While it's far from sedate,
It's a sweet running-mate
To an equinous genderless thing.

(But Cantdog's limerick about me is infinitely superior.)

But nights, ah, some other nights, when heavier thoughts descend
Upon my soul betwixt the missives and the wine,
Then candlelit, to brush the tender page I bend.
For I am desolate, and bewitched by an old passion;
----Yea, to touch thy verse is to ache for it to be mine:
I have been faithful to thee, Earnest, in my fashion.

ETA - Ooops, that's what comes of not reading carefully. I thought we were meant to be composing.

I am so glad you did!

 

[_Lynn_]

I am the tanka.
The attention of others
Is unnerving, and
Since I try not to draw it,
I'm left alone. Which is good

 

[Divulgence]

*****

 

[stonedfox]

I, as a clerihew,
Tend to be merry; too
Merry, it might, perhaps, by some, be claimed;
But I'm sure that these people are wrong, and need to be grievously maimed.

 

[Handprints]

I'm a bit of doggerel.
Clever? No, but what the hell..
Always fun with gin and tonics,
Very helpful with mnemonics.

H

 

[matriarch]

I started to read and thought, like Shang, that we had to compose our own, until I saw two posts identical. *duhhhhhhhh*.

Apparently:

I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled;
Not prone to overstated gushing praise
Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled
With overstretched opinions to rephrase;
But on the other hand, not fond of fools,
And thus, not fond of people, on the whole;
And holding to the sound and useful rules,
Not those that seek unjustified control.
I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least,
I think I am, and usually I'm right);
And when more ostentatious types have ceased,
I'm still around, and doing, still, alright.
In short, I'm calm and rational and stable -
Or, well, I am, as much as I am able.

Is that so?? Well, what a surprise, I've never stuck to the rules when it comes to poetry. And I try not to when it comes to life.

 

[TE999]

I am the tanka

The attention of others is unnerving and since I try not to draw it I am left alone.

Which is good.

 

[Boxlicker101]

Higglety-Pigglety
Boxlicker one-oh-one
Writes silly verses and
Tells dirty tales.

Sometimes he does it all
Double-dactyllicly
Writing of women with
Men and females.

 

[damppanties]

I know I should be telling you that I'm
A rubai - but perhaps some other time.
It sounds like work, and anyway, it's late -
Unless I sleep, I'll be too tired to rhyme.

Besides, there's plates to clear and cups to clink,
And when that's done I have to sit and think,
Since then it won't be long before I need
To sleep again and eat again and drink.

Perfect!
It also said: (If you were not a Rubai you would be Blank Verse.)

Nope...uhuh...not gonna go there...

Oh come on, Fool! Play.

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.

~~~

i was also going to compose my own...

i spose one can take it as inspiration to write a poem about how you poem...hmmm this could be a nice writting challenge...

 

[christabelll]

I am -

The ballad, I;
I shun the world,
Its bustle and its noise,
Its busy hasty rushing crowds
And bright consumer toys.

Indeed, I sometimes like the old
Because it's not the new;
And if you think that's strange or wrong,
I might not much like you.

But then it went on to say I was ALSO the SONNET....
Hey I knew I was a trifle schized but did they have to point it out????