Day 13 – Anymore

Hello all! National Poetry Writing Month is on! It’s the time when poets from all around the world exhibit their love for the art of poetry writing. πŸ˜„

My poem for Day 13 is titled- Anymore. It’s a Fold Poem. A fold poem uses a bit of repetition and very light rhyme (only every second line rhymes) which makes it a wonderfully flowing form to write.

It has 11 lines, and the end of line 1 repeats as the end of lines 5 and 11. (That can be one word, a phrase, or most of the line, as you wish.) All the odd lines rhyme (1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11) – but because 1, 5, and 11 are the same words anyway, you actually only need four rhymes in total. Here’s what the form looks like:

1   ~~~~~~~ refrain a
2   ~~~~~~~~~~~    *
3   ~~~~~~~~~~~    a
4   ~~~~~~~~~~~    *
5  ~~~~~~~ refrain  a

6   ~~~~~~~~~~~    *
7   ~~~~~~~~~~~    a
8   ~~~~~~~~~~~    *
9   ~~~~~~~~~~~    a
10 ~~~~~~~~~~~    *
11 ~~~~~~~ refrain a

Have a look at my attempt!

I won’t write love poems anymore.
Emotions were sadly, a gift-wrapped curse,
They left me hollow to the very core.
Poisoned my heart and left it to bleed,
I won’t write love poems anymore.
I wished to surf in the ocean called love,
Lies and deception stranded me on the shore.
I lost myself, striving to unlock his heart,
Little did I know, there never was a key to the door.
The ruins of my love, burn bright with grief,
I won’t write love poems anymore.

I’ve promised myself to not write love poems anymore. They just mess up everything, and I am so done with all those emotions. It’s giving me headache. 😀 This would be my last love poem for a long, long, long time. So, everyone who loved reading my love poems, please go unsubscribe. Firefly is going to be a cruel dracula now. πŸ˜ΎπŸ‘Š

You can check out my previous attempts at #NaPoWriMo here and here. Thankyou. This is Firefly signing off! Keep shining! Stay at home. Take care of yourself and your family. ⭐

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14 thoughts on “Day 13 – Anymore”

    1. Pain toh hoga hi naa. I wished to swim in the ocean called love, but then I remembered maine swimming nai seekhi hai kabhi. 🀣
      Aapko kya hai haan? New type of poems me kitna kam effort lagta hai. I like less effort. 😼

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