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DFC Form Chart 2015

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Here is DFC 2015. A poem a day for all of December. This thing took me 47 hours to complete, some of that without net access. Dayum. Sleep time for the Sammy.


Sites used:

www.poetrybase.info

www.poetscollective.org

www.poetrymagnumopus.com

www.volecentral.co.uk

www.allpoetry.com

www.thepoetsgarret.com

www.deviantart.com

www.dodgewrites.blogspot.com.au

www.randomwriterlythoughts.blogspot.com.au

Deviants featured:

Mathnawi: Llunamarigolde - Strawberry Days  Strawberry Days
Just as April showers bring May flowers told
So comes the June bugs and the fireflies gold
All creatures great or small renew in each wold
Deer wander far and wide no matter the land
Even where the city dwellers make their strands
Of houses, shops and businesses they think grand
Nature has the toughest hold we can't deny
Though as Summers go it always seems to fly
Too brief a season, too brief as lovers sky
Today there is a Milk Moon, tomorrow Rose
For many are the names under skies we know
So may the strawberry scented days ne'er go

Quintina: gomopy - as i bid my last farewell  as i bid my last farewellTo feel my heart breaking,
And have my hands shaking,
To say my farewell.
My goodbyes and sorrow,
With the last shake of my hand.
I remember when you held my hand,
Kissed my forehead and said, "Farewell,
My love, I shall see you tomorrow," My world now breaking.
I remember that memory, now my fist shaking
in anger. Tears down my face, in sorrow.
I always looked at your face, no sorrow,
But now that's all mine is full of, pen in my hand,
Writing this, letters shaking.
Your heart may be aching, but never breaking,
Why must you say farewell?
"Darling, my sweet, must I say farewell?
I'm sorry your heart may be breaking,
But my sadness, my sorrow,
Is too much too bare. I shake my hand
Farewell, sturdy and strong, but still shaking."
Bow I stand up, legs shaking,
And let myself know what will happen, sorrow
Getting to me, my hand
Reaches up, and I say my last farewell.
My world no longer breaking.
My heart breaking, words shaking,
I bid farewell with my sorrow, with one last shake of my hand

Blues Sonnet: NathanielFlyingOwl - Blues Sonnet  Blues SonnetWhy do the shadows seek to cause me pain?
Why must the shadows strive to inlfict pain
And taint the time I spend with the spring rain?
Can hope take root within a desert's soil?
Will hope take root amid a desert's soil
And spring forth with help of proper toil?
Why do I dream only in nightmares black?
Why must I dream nightmares always black?
My spirit cannot take another crack
When all my efforts are in vain I weep
When all my efforts are worthless I weep
And dread my dark and necessary sleep
Amid eternity that is tonight
I fear I may not see the moon so bright

Cywydd Llosgyrnog: Creastovel - Search For The Truth Entry One  Search For The Truth Entry ONEWith his friends, a search for the truth
Hid inside a tiny blue booth.
Unhindered sleuth continues.
Shielded by the great protector,
A clairey-wairey detector
will pinpoint her browns and blues.

Strambotto Romagnuolo: Livelovemaria - Fighting Rainstorms (Day 1)  Fighting Rainstorms ( Day 1 ) When the storms are reaching out with razor claws,
Whipping sharply through the air to pull me near,
Pull me under chilling streams of gaping flaws,
Let me drown in sheets of raw and raging fear,
But within this dark, you cup my hurting heart,
A bulwark of love to never break apart.
Your arms are warming like the sun to the field,
Engulfing me in sweet and tender love's shield.

Retourne: AmeraAndersen - My name is Leonardo  My name is LeonardoMy name is Leonardo
My name is Leonardo, on canvas I shall paint,
the image in the mirror, making people faint.
I want to paint myself, the way I really am.
I want to be a woman and I don’t give a damn.
The image in the mirror, making people faint,
as I see my reflection, I know I’m not a saint.
I’ll paint it with a smile so all the world can see,
the artist with his brush in hand, isn’t really me.
I want to paint myself, the way I really am,
acting like a gentleman, has all been just a scam.
My name is Leonardo and I love to wear a dress;
give them a little smile and I will make them guess.
I want to be a woman and I don’t give a damn,
I love to flit around; as dainty as a lamb.
So I’ll paint a little smile and make it very quaint,
my name is Leonardo, on canvas I shall paint.

Luc Bat: ThornyEnglishRose - The Magic Mirror   The Magic MirrorMy mistress was a queen.
She knew I could have seen such things;
The crops each season brings,
The ministers and kings who would
Sign treaties for her good;
The noble things she could have said
And done, with king abed,
Ageing, mad and half dead, but she
Betrayed him; misused me.
Handsome she was, I'd see, and tall;
Asked mirror on the wall,
Who was fairest in all the land.
I thought her fairest, and
I told her so; the grand queen knew
A spirit's words were true,
While little princess grew, until
Her looks were fit to kill.
I thought to lie, but still I told
The truth as queen grew old,
And Snow, whose heart of gold did shine…
The fault, I fear, was mine.
For spirits, truth is fine and right,
But my words brought her blight.
How dreadful her fate might have been.


Marisya: betwixtthepages - Riptide Skies  

Riptide SkiesBeneath gilded skies, he visits me,
his throat thick with painted symphonies.
In the dark, he sighs, a soliloquy
of the us we aren't allowed to be.
This peace, I know, isn't what it seems:
I'm caught in the riptide of sweet dreams.

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StarryEyedDreamer314's avatar
Two questions. Where do I sign up because I want to do dcf and can I do all freeform poetry of do I need some variety?