Perhaps short was not quite the right word
Even diminutive didn’t fit her stature
There was so much crammed in that tiny package
It boggled his mind as he lay there
The fact that she graced him with a slight smug smile made his heart flutter
Even as his jaw throbbed from her uppercut
Flashing that killer smile, she absolutely enjoyed watching her effect on the Y chromosomes
Of course, she showed none of this. She was a mature woman, in full control of her domain
X chromosomes for the win
What would I do if I found a genie in a bottle?
I would ask for three simple things.
Something that would make you smile, something to make you think, and something to give you peace.
Hope by you reading this some of it came true.
The gap in his grin was very off putting
Even though everything else was perfect
Eleanor tried to ignore it, to be happy, no thrilled, with all the rest
That proved futile since she kept finding herself focusing on it
His smile seemed to accentuate the piece of spinach stuck there
An Awdl Gywydd poem is a poetic form found in Welsh literature. These are the rules of the form:
There are four lines per stanza
Each line contains seven syllables
The final syllable of the first and third lines rhyme with the 3rd-5th syllable of the following lines respectively
The second and fourth lines need to rhyme.
This is a link to the page which does a better job explaining it as well as has much better written examples can be found here:
Here is my attempt at two stanzas, warts and all.
Trying a new poetry form
The words swarm into their line
Can I make this poem work?
Crafting takes guesswork and time
Hope I leave you with a smile
The trial was not too bad
This Welsh poem type is strange
Where the rhymes exchange a tad
Saccharine dreams and ideals permeate her world
Winding her up into a sugar coma
Everything becomes a surreal new reality
Enabling dark pits and holes to grow in the enamel of her TV smile
That didn’t matter though, because the nothings told her so
Coloring her face to hide the emotions inside
Leaving a smile prominently painted in place
Outside she was the embodiment of extroverted entertainment
When the party was over she would sit alone in her car and cry
No one knew that the joke was on them
Obviously moving out of his cubicle was kind of a big thing
Furniture could stay though. Joe was moving on up.
Full boxes piled high, he snaked through the doorway
It felt good to put his stuff on top of his desk
Couldn’t keep the smile off his face when he was able to close the door
Even though this kingdom was small, it was his and only his
So everyone turned to Clarice after Bob’s anonymous claim of infidelity
His smug smile staining the words even more
As Clarice’s spirit dimmed further under her friends’ looks of surprise and horror
Didn’t they understand the darkness she lived in?
Everyone should have a chance of finding a bit of sunlight, shouldn’t they?