It rages in my head It’s hunger goes unfed. Crawling like an almighty dread, Screaming, groaning, clawing at my head.
The need and greed consumes me, It ripples through my brain Pushing me beyond the brink of pain. To lift me high then dash me down again .
They crawl and grab They lunge and stab. Body to body soul to soul They creep through my head to reach their goal.
They grapple they bite and suck. I cry and curse my luck. The sword fights the cross It starts to burn Thundering through my head I yearn.
To be eased, appeased Sated and pleased. Barren dried out and teased. It is eating me up never letting me rest. I need it, I demand it this is not a request. It’s driving me mad Making me sad. I anger my friends and strangers think I’m mad.
It is gnawing me, goring me, Splitting me in two They all creep inside me what am I to do. Help me, help me I am going mad Oh! just forget it, it’s all so freaking sad!
Thoughts spiral like demons on wings Drowning in confusion I fall No one listening to my call Cought in the maddnes my brain stings. Caught in the fear this harsh life brings. Your strong words blow me apart, wide. Can’t fight anymore, I’ve no pride. Beaten me down, I’ve lost my soul. You ripped it out and ate it whole. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
For this week’s challenge, the word TIP must be one of the D line words. Then the other D line(s) word(s) must rhyme with TIP. I have also used the prompt words from Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge Morrow and Surge.
Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.
If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.
We only get once chance at life Sadly time is not infinite This is true though it might sound trite Why face the morrow filled with strife. The pens of fate our lives rewrite. In the morn all our fears will serge Our hopes and dreams begin to merge. Over the edge our feelings tip As into the abyss we slip. We all dance to Lucifer’s dirge.
I had to leave the party, my head needed a break so I took my shoes off and I stole off to the lake.
The moon was glinting silver on water and there was a fine mist it all looked to beautiful, fresh and angel kissed.
I could hear the music from the party floating on the air the warm gentle night caressed me as I stood alone and peaceful there.
The breeze took up a little and the clouds began to part and such a handsome moon appeared it almost stopped my heart.
I wanted to run up the moon beams I wanted to get way, I need a lifeline to save me. To open my eyes like the moon did just then , open my eyes give me a lifeline and set me free
Such a black soul Broken not whole No redemption forthcoming My lack of hope, quite stunning. Deserted and abandoned, banished My heart empty and famished My lust for blood insatiable On edge my nerves unstable. The moon rises I crave a drink I shall sate this thirst, no depths too low for me to sink.
A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis.
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