clouds

Clouds

White Blue

Billow Move Mount

On The Dark Side

Sky

sisters

Sisters

Silly Sweet

Love Hate Forgive

Hurry Mom Is Coming

Friends

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Raspberries

Red Juicy

Bloom Grow Pick

A Treat For Me

Tasty

screendoor

Screendoor

Red Noisy

Creak Pinch Slam

Shut The Door Please

Summer

This is the only kind of poetry I can write-the kind where someone tells you exactly how to compose it. Granny Sue showed me how to write a modern form of a Cinquain. Go see Granny Sue by clicking on her name and write one for yourself.

Tipper

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20 Comments

  1. Those raspberries bring back memories of my maternal grandmother who grew the best juicy raspberries. I could sit in the bushes for hours and eat them right off the bush. I think I ate her profit.

  2. Beautiful, all. I especially love Screendoor. I have many memories of screendoors – I love screendoors. Not the kind that slide but the kind that slam and shout “Summer!”

  3. I especially enjoyed the line in the poem : “Love hate forgive”. That is exactly the relationship I have with my sister. Thanks

  4. There you go. That’s a good place to start. There are hundreds of different form poems (that is poems with a specific form that must be followed to qualify) I have a book that gives examples of the different forms. I use it as a guide for contest poems requiring a specific type of poetry. Good job. Pappy

  5. I love your poetry simple, yet so descriptive you can see and hear it exactly!
    I love old squeeky screen doors, the way they slam when you walk through. Into a kitchen with the smell of grandmas oatmeal cookies. hmmm memories!

  6. Another wonderful poem that I absolutely love. My favorite part is the sisters part and my favorite picture is that older red door one.

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