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A Poetic Grouping

A strong gust of wind
The gentle ark of a tree
Love, too, will not break

Unfortunate bug, crawling up the tree,
Does not know what is now to slow his pace,
A glaze of amber, quickly trapped is he:
Preserved in time, for all to see in grace.
For eternity its eyes will behold,
Glorious life flowing like a river,
From moment to next, never getting old,
Watching and watching without one quiver.
Unfortunate as he is, dead to time,
One must envy that which he has endless,
The ability to avoid the grime,
Others hurting others remain bendless,
My wish is, too, to be stuck in the pine,
My moment? Your beautiful hand in mine.

No stars in the sky are brighter,
Than what lands on my mind when you smile.
No grains of sand are more in number,
Than the times my heart soars in your wake.
No depth of a forrest is more mysterious,
Than how I have never been cross with you.
No raindrops are seep colder or wetter,
Than the dampening of my spirits when seeing you cry.
No wind is starker or quicker,
Than how I would come to protect you
But no matter the forces, wind, snow, fire or rain,
Will stop me from being with you,
Loving you,
The lack of which I cannot think without pain.

When winter weeps, life will work to be warm,
Barren branches frame a most heartless sky,
Yet white snow like clouds give heavenly form
To normal ground, that others just walk by.
Bustling buds bursting with dew, ever shy,
Cover branches, turning sky to paisley,
Blossoms turn earth to carpet by the by,
That all take in, “Ever so tastefully!”
Sweaty Summer rolls on ungracefully,
As skies turn green under the fertile leaves,
Dry, dead grass belies; lovers are happy,
In “media naranja” they believe.
As for Autumn, not more can be said true
Than: with the leaves, always I fall for you.

A strong gust of wind
The tree will creak, groan, and snap
My love does not yield

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This style of a grouping is kind of an invention of mine, and the poems are dedicated to someone (obviously) quite close to me. The style of grouping involves: Haiku, Shakespearean Sonnet, Free Verse, Spenserian Sonnet, Haiku. All of the poems have some form of central theme and the haiku at the end is supposed to give some form of conclusion. Hope you enjoy! :)

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trees, love, haiku, sonnet, shakespearean, spenserian

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