In a Pioneer Poem, the first words of each line
are the rhyming words. Lines must be 5 syllables
or less. The last 2 lines are the same as the first
2 lines, written in reverse. Written for Esther’s
Word Prompts with the prompt word ‘edge’,
this is my Pioneer Poem.
Tag: Pioneer Poem
PIONEER POEM: JOVIALITY
Tom has invited us to participate in this
Mansionic Pioneer Poem prompt.
Happy to do so, Tom!
The first words of each line are the rhyming words.
Each line must be 5 syllables or less.
The last two lines of the poem are the same
as the first two lines, only written in reverse.
Here’s my poem.
Twinkling silver lights
Sprinkling snowflake frost
Making-merry time
Baking gingerbread
Jolly Christmas morn
Holly wreaths and boughs
Ringing jingling bells
Tingling frozen toes
Gifts all gaily wrapped
Drifts of silent snow
Boys with trucks and trains
Toys and games for all
Girls with princess dolls
Swirls of petticoats
Tummy full of sweets
Yummy popcorn balls
Kittens in the tree
Mittens with white fur
Cups of hot cocoa
Pups nipping ankles
Shimmering lip gloss
Simmering spiced tea
S’mores by the fireplace
Doors with big red bows
Glowing candlelight
Blowing wintry winds
Sprinkling snowflake frost
Twinkling silver lights
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PIONEER POEM: AUTUMNAL NIGHTS
Owl watches on high
Cowl hooded toadstools
Lark sounds his shrill chirp
Dark thoughts are dispelled
Magic home aglow
Tragic tales be gone
Cobbled pathway smooth
Hobbled gnomes seek rest
Stone bridge subtle curves
Lone frog soundly croaks
Lamp light leads the way
Damp mist fills the air
Safe warm rooms inside
Waif and stray embrace
Fog caresses trees
Log blazes on hearth
Fear naught in these woods
Hear the babbling brook
Soft surroundings drift
Oft autumnal nights
Cowl hooded toadstools
Owl watches on high
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PIONEER POEM: NIGH ON OCTOBER
Rooms with locked windows
Tombs for the undead
Rats flee scurrying
Cats hide in waiting
Bell tolls in the wind
Hell waits on the doomed
Screaming in the night
Teeming black waters
Full moon’s graveyard shine
Pull demons from earth
Tombs for the undead
Rooms with locked windows
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