Poetry: Run Me My Money

What
You
Talking
About? I
Changed my mind. You
Messed up, so run me my money

*Fib: an experimental Western poetry form, bearing similarities to haiku, but based on the Fibonacci sequence. It is a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1-1-2-3-5-8.

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Poetry: Etheree

There’s
Something
In the way
You look at me
That makes me feel like,
I can do anything
I can fly when I’m with you
Together we soar with the stars
You and me, this feels right; You and I
Now and Always, we belong together.

Etheree: poem that consists of ten lines of unmetered and unrhymed verse, the first line having one syllable, each succeeding line adding a syllable, with the total syllable count being fifty-five.

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Poetry: Fibonacci

Oh
I
Don’t know
What you want
From me; just tell me
Don’t hold anything back, baby
If you want a piece just ask me for the recipe
I got just what you need, everybody wants a piece, don’t be scared to say what you want

Fibonacci: a multiple-line verse based on the Fibonacci sequence so that the number of syllables in each line equals the total number of syllables in the preceding two lines. n=n1+n2. 1 syllable for first line. 1 syllable for second line. 2 syllables for third. 3 syllables for fourth. 5 syllables for fifth. 8 syllables for sixth etc.

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Hardly Holding On: Photography & Poetry

Please don’t make me beg for your love
One touch and I’m yours forever
You got me where you want
I can’t control myself
I’m begging you please don’t hurt me again

I’m hardly holding on

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Poetry: Count Up Poem

Drop
That thing
Make me sing
Do yo hot dance
Make me work these pants
I’m just being funny
Yes, I want your honey pot
I don’t want to ever stop
You are so hypnotic, I can’t let go
Your magic got me wanting more

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Poetry: Cinquain

Kisses
Exciting bliss
Bubbles in my stomach
When your lips touch mine I feel free
Smooches

Cinquain: poetry with five lines. Line 1: (subject or noun) Line 2: (adjectives) Line 3: (action verbs) Line 4: (feelings or a complete sentence) Line 5: (synonym of line 1 or a word that sums it up). Syllable count: 2-4-6-8-2

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