August 30, 2015
September 7, 2015
MY PRECIOUS MAN
Ballade is a verse form typically consists of three eight-line stanzas, each with a consistent meter and a particular rhyme scheme. The last line in the stanza is a refrain. The stanzas are often followed by a four-line concluding stanza (an envoi) u
MY PRECIOUS MAN
by Dhaye
Among the thousand faces in this place
I hear his voice like thunder in the skies
I see his light, my dear , I am amaze
But I am not afraid to show my cries
I bare the real me before his eyes
He never thinks each word as lie or pun
And yes, I admire him, he is so nice
Forever in my heart, my precious man.
I never think it’s true between each race
We’ll be fond of our traits, those aren’t lies
I am so fond of him just like a craze
Obsessed of thoughts that angel really flies
To spread his wings for me, see how he tries
He’s like the rain to me, and even sun
And yes, he is a gem among us, guys
Forever in my heart, my precious man.
My love for him is soft just like a lace
He is so kind, so cool, he is so wise
For his heart is like gold I want to praise
He is so far from those pretending guys
He’s real and never tries to speak with lies
He never leaves and runs away or shun
And yes, he is that gem I’ll see him rise
Forever in my heart, my precious man.
He is an angel, dear, I’ll tell it twice
He makes me smile and laugh and have some fun
And yes, being with him is like a prize
Forever in my heart, my precious man.
I hear his voice like thunder in the skies
I see his light, my dear , I am amaze
But I am not afraid to show my cries
I bare the real me before his eyes
He never thinks each word as lie or pun
And yes, I admire him, he is so nice
Forever in my heart, my precious man.
I never think it’s true between each race
We’ll be fond of our traits, those aren’t lies
I am so fond of him just like a craze
Obsessed of thoughts that angel really flies
To spread his wings for me, see how he tries
He’s like the rain to me, and even sun
And yes, he is a gem among us, guys
Forever in my heart, my precious man.
My love for him is soft just like a lace
He is so kind, so cool, he is so wise
For his heart is like gold I want to praise
He is so far from those pretending guys
He’s real and never tries to speak with lies
He never leaves and runs away or shun
And yes, he is that gem I’ll see him rise
Forever in my heart, my precious man.
He is an angel, dear, I’ll tell it twice
He makes me smile and laugh and have some fun
And yes, being with him is like a prize
Forever in my heart, my precious man.
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PLIANT (Kyrielle)
by Dhaye
A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines), and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza).
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3 COMMENTS
DavidBokolo
August 30, 2015 - 20:41 Lets sit down for a while to ponder. How do the inspiration flows?Dhaye
August 31, 2015 - 06:26 I'll tell you, you may or had this "obsession period" when you always want to write and write and write where the biggest inspiration is to see your own work being published. I was an "obbessed writer" the last two years. Now, the regular thing in me is my writer's block. Lol Thanks a lot.DavidBokolo
August 31, 2015 - 14:10 Thanks D. someone once said to me that to have the knack of a successful writer you must have it as a motto to 'write something everyday'. Do not let the ink run dry.