Write a simplified sestina with any theme you think fits in the form.
A sestina has 6 stanzas of 6 lines, and the final word of each stanza should be important, and appear in the next stanza along. Begin with these basic rules, but you can also look up and try all the complex rules of a sestina!
The lonely Pegasus stretches her wings
She wishes to fly as free as the birds
No longer bound by these foolish restraints
But she is a slave to the house of Zeus
No one has ever dared question his power
She has no courage to be the first
Of all the creatures, she was the first
To be granted the gift of ethereal wings
That give her unmatched beauty and power
The envy of all the mares and birds
1 = nature
2 = hunger
3 = memory
4 = fellowship
5 = question
6 = return
After weeks of travel, I retired to Nature
And slumped in thought, slaking my present hunger
With the shadows of ideas that burned in my memory
That blistering yearning for intellectual fellowship
That chases me to the brink of a question
The answer evades me, ever teasing, and so I return
To this seat on a rock overlooking ...
Maybe I’ll finish it later? It’s a rather loose take on the idea
Until now I didn’t understand
Didn’t understand what love you had for me
I never saw myself as a thing worth my time
Time to slip away, melting down the drain
But you picked me up from darkness that drained me, letting me stay
Staid fast you hold me up, so gently
Gentlemanly, inferior a word to you
Let me grow an evergreen, not a...
It’s started with love,
It was peaceful and joyful,
My heart was actually happy,
Until you ripped it out with glee,
A bloody sight to behold,
One that caused more wounds than healing.
The love died from inside,
Took the joyful and peaceful,
The happy was now invisible,
With what glee you grin,
I behold the devastating truth,
One that shows no healing, wherever it may hide.
From inside I wept,
Upon this day, I come into existence,
living and breathing, I learn to survive.
Body and soul, this is my fate,
an imposed passage of time.
Every effort is a necessary irrelevance,
knowing that one day I will be but a memory.
To begin, the dawn of a memory,
lungs breathing, blood pumping, ensuring my existence.
Movement protects me from immediate irrelevance,
and drives me to survive.
During the ...
Haven’t always had a thumb green
happy enough with a mason jar of flowers
My potted plants at best refuse to grow
desiccated roots, crepe paper stems dead
my days root bound, desperate to leaf
etiolating towards the slightest beams of joy
Started with a snake plant, half dead
slender sharp leaves banded verdant green
under my care, one weary leaf
needed to save her, to see her grow
Glass jars of ...
“What is it now, Fluffy?” Shadow Queen rolled her eyes.
“Why do you sound so angry?” Fluffy asked.
“Because you have literally invited all of us, me, Shadow Mind, Shadow, Stormbound, LittleMe03, SadieMae, Cannibal, and Bookworm10 over to your house every single day this week!” Shadow Queen shouted.
“But I have an idea!” Fluffy exclaimed. “What if we try to catch Santa!”
“We’ve done that every ...
(Wanted to write a Sestina but one mentally exhausted me so I wrote a villanelle instead)
I hope you’ll sing me a song
That goes “twinkle twinkle little star”
As we stay like this all day long
You taught me how to be strong
To be proud in every crack and scar
I hope you’ll sing me a song
You showed me that I don’t need to belong
Be comfortable in your own bizarre
As we stay like this all d...
Christmas tree, mighty and tall
You stand stronger than all
You watch us on the special day
Decorating you in a special way
All the laughs, all the joy
Creates a time we can enjoy
Enjoy everything we have
The beautiful sound from your laugh
The house that always keeps us warm
From the coming winter storm
The happiness that fills us up
Like the hot chocolate in our cup
Cup that you painted for m...
(Not sure if I got this right, please tell me if I messed up one of the lines.)
Every step in synchronization.(1)
Reading each other’s minds(2)
Each other’s moves(3)
The music connecting their hearts(4)
Intertwining their souls(5)
They are one in this moonlight.(6)
This horrible bloody moonlight.(6)
They aren’t made for such synchronization(1)
She and he are both dying, their souls(5)
They are t...
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