Poets Unique Verse

There are countless turns of phrases used; spread across the divides of Culture, Region, even Language, but Poets grasp with their minds the intricacies of Verbal Art.
So...
Poets Unique Verse invite you to "Turn a Phrase."
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--> "Two Peas in a Pod."

• In 4 Lines convey this Phrase.
This Phrase will be posted here under the Hashtag "The Challange;" your task: in 4 Poetic Lines convey the Phrase in your own way; in your own words, in the Comments.

TEST EXAMPLE:

"Time waits for no one."


"Flawless, no gosssmer trail so fine,
Cross yards, leagues, on spacial line,
Await no passenger's, ignorant hail
Endless, eternal along its temporal trail."

: Time Dilation from Physics.com
Let your mind explore a Universe of Form, Language, Imagination & Originality.
Let Us Play with Words.

"A Fragrant Lament".. by David Houston.
This poem for all Scot’s who’ve been part of the Scottish diaspora (me included). Hope it swells your hearts, especially with Scotland at the World Cup.

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿⚽ 🎵 Funny How Scotland Won Every World Cup (When We Were Young)🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

His first World Cup was Argentina ‘78. He was nearly 10 years old and he's never forgotten watching Archie Gemmill’s wonder goal against the Netherlands and the fleeting hope that came with it.

Long summer evenings.
Jumpers for goalposts.
Big dreams.

💛 If enough people enjoy it, he'd love to release it properly and donate any future proceeds to support Brian House Children’s Hospice and CHAS (Children’s Hospices Across Scotland).



Scotland National Team BBC Radio Scotland BBC Scotland

"I learned Today, the Platform upon which my Poetry Site sat, was deleted.
All Accounts gone!"
😢

"Late Lament"
Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy is spent.

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one;
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.

Cold-hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight,
Red is grey is yellow white,
But we decide which is right,
And which is an illusion.

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: Graham Edge

“Breathe deep the gathering gloom Watch lights fade from every room Bedsitter people look back and lament Another day’s useless energy spent Impassioned lovers wrestle as one; Lonely man cries for love and has none; New mother picks up and suckles her son; Senior citizens wish they were young” “Cold-hearted orb that rules the night Removes the colours from our sight Red is grey is yellow white But we decide which is right And which is an illusion” -Graeme Edge

Celebrating the 200th Anniversary of the Zoological Society of London.
"The Moon and The Zoo"
Simon Armitage’s ‘The Moon and the Zoo’ explores the enduring connection between Wildlife and People in honour of ZSL's Anniversary.

ZSL - Zoological Society of London The Moon and the Zoo

"When You Are Old" by W. B. Yates.
A heartfelt narration is by Cilian Murphy.

Cillian Murphy's Heartfelt Recitation of W.B. Yeats' "When You Are Old" this touching video, Cillian Murphy recites W.B. Yeats' "When You Are Old" with passion and poignancy. Yeats' poetic master...

Try your hand at Poetry,
Be not shy, give it a try,
Just a few words strung in tempo,
Lyrical, Humorous even dry...

Here is your task: Take the line provided and compose a few lines, no more, to reveal a poetic underscore... in the Comments
English Literature provides the example - lest we forget, a Poet resides in Everyone.

"We Have NotLong To Love"
“We have not long to love.
Light does not stay.
The tender things are those
we fold away.
Coarse fabrics are the ones
for common wear.
In silence I have watched you
comb your hair.
Intimate the silence,
dim and warm.
I could but did not, reach
to touch your arm.
I could, but do not, break
that which is still.
(Almost the faintest whisper
would be shrill.)
So moments pass as though
they wished to stay.
We have not long to love.
A night. A day...”.. by Tennessee Williams
by: Eiler Sørensen, Morning Sun - circa 1916.