There are no restrictions on the number of stanzas, nor on the syllable count per line. In each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two. The last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3. The last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4. Rhyme scheme: abcb.
Variations:
1. Exactly as above, but no rhyming.
2. One long stanza (no limit on number of lines). Last word/first word format maintained. No rhyming.
3. Couplets mixed with 4-line stanzas. Last word/first word format maintained in stanzas, and may also be used in couplets if desired. Rhyme scheme: ab, cc, defg, hh, ii, jklm, nn, oo.
Loop Poetry form attributed to Hellon.
MARIE ELENA’S LOOPY POEM
KOUNTING KRAZY KAPLANS
Looping ‘round Chicago,
Chicago’s billboards hail.
Hail to Krazy Kaplans!
Kaplan’s signs assail!
A sale on fireworks –
Fireworks on countless ads!
Ads touting Krazy Kaplans –
Kaplans billboards? He’s got SCADS!
Scads of “buy one, get one free.”
Freely Krazy billboards sprang –
Sprang like weeds? You could say that.
That’s Krazy Kaplans, with a BANG!
I mean seriously, folks … we counted 52 Krazy Kaplans signs on I80/90 through Chicago. KUH-RAY-ZAY! http://www.krazykaplans.net/
WALT’S LYRICAL LOOP
LOOK WHAT THEY’VE DONE TO MY SONG, MA!
Listen to the music,
Music and moonlight.
Moonlight becomes you,
you are my special angel.
Angel of the morning,
morning has broken,
broken promises;
promises in the dark.
Dark hair and blue eyes,
blue eyes crying in the rain.
Raindrops are falling on my head.
Head on down the highway.
Highway star,
stars and stripes forever.
Forever young,
young girl get out of my mind.
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
He’s the one who’s sick, and I’m the one with the lame poem. Oy …
Good stuff there, Pard!
Marie Elena
I’d say!!! Phew…excellent! You BOTH make me smile!!
Marie, What is Krazy Kaplans? Walt, your songs are lovely, and almost make me want to write a loop poem….
Good morning, Viv! Krazy Kaplans sells fireworks in Chicago. I stuck a link after my poem. The billboard signs are as obnoxious as the website. 😉
meg
Hannah kind of challenged me, so, against my better judgement, here it is:
LOOPY
What am I doing here ?
Here in la la land
Land of loopy poetry
Poetry that should be banned.
Banned because it’s daft
Dafter than a brush
Brushes can be handy
Handy in the slush
Slush is not worth reading
Reading should be good
Good for mind and soul
Soul-sustaining food
I LIKE IT!!!!
What a fun poetry pun.
(Just shows what you can do – even when you don’t want to.)
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 the smilies are for a high-five.
Aw thanks, Marjorie. I love smiles.
Very cool, Viv!
Haha, you gave me a chuckle!
After reading all the poems offered here – Well, humor got the best of me – I will not even say “Sorry” 🙂
LOOPY DREAMS
HELP, I am dreaming.
Dreaming I am stuck in a poetry loop,
Loop that’s Krazy with Poetry Puns,
Puns, Limericks and music,
Music titles the Blind can Exam.
Exam time, and Pray for the best,
Best Tide that moves in the Wind,
Wind to carry Prayers into Moonlight,
Light that fades as time Evolves.
Evolves to escape Truth, Hurts and Warnings,
Warnings of Red Painted towns, States and Cities.
Cities with Communities, work and Games,
Games surrounded with Faces,
Faces of the Proud singing with a Piccolo,
Piccolo that helps give wings to Reality,
Reality that gives way to Dreams,
Dreams of a loop I’m caught in – Help
😀 ! I like it! Fun stuff, Marjory!
meg
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Marie, your loop is “Krazy Fun”!! 🙂 Wonder if that is like the Crisp Cream Donuts here on the west coast (?)
Walt – Wonderful and ‘musical’ to boot. Great to see your writing. 😉
MOONLIGHT
The moonlight so becomes you,
You, glow as the night darkens.
Darkens to show the added starlight,
Starlight that is in your eyes,
Eyes that reflect your heart,
Heart that is so full off love.
Love that outshines the moon.
Moonlight so becomes you.
Beautiful cyclical one, Marjory!! I was going to try and do that with mine but I ended up going beyond my second ground! Well done!
Thanks Hannah, When I got back to the moon – there seemed no where else to go! 🙂
My server is acting up – I was posting a comment to you on the Rest Prompt – got kicked off and it ‘looped’ me back here.
You have managed to make sense of the loopy (!) form, which is more than I could. Well done.
Hear, hear!
meg
Viv and Meg – Thank You
Have a great day.
Loopy server….ugh can be frustrating. Yes, some poem know right where to end! Smiles!
🙂
So smoothly done!
Thanks 🙂
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Truth Hurts?
It’s always the guttural grounds,
grounds, they’re mired and thick,
thick-lipped your tongue slips
slips spilling words you’ll regret.
Regret is tangible, heavy in the air
air that has been tried and bitten;
bitten with the bitter pill of honesty,
honesty that will gain common ground.
Ground that is not tainted with lies,
lies that are secretly silted, poorly hidden;
hidden in plain sight on your falling face.
©Hannah Gosselin 7/4/12
Oooh … deep, disturbing, yet lovely. Nicely done, Sweet Hannah!
meg
Thank you SO much, Marie!! Yes, those hard topics sting….
I hope you have a wonderful holiday! 🙂
Let the fireworks begin! XOX
Indeed!! Blooming bursts of lilting light! XO to you!
That’s grounds for truth–the pain of lies plus the pain of truth. Good loop.
Thank you very much jlynn!!
For sure that is truth! I tried reading this aloud – :), my tongue got tangled.
How about looping something around
Face ….falling to the…. ground.
Oh yeah!! That could work to bring the cyclical element! Thank you, Marjory!!
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EXAMINATIONS
When she is due tomorrow,
tomorrow is the day,
Day of Prosper.
Prosper of The Blinds,
Blinds she says and shuts up.
Up around us.
She, the master of disguise.
Fascinating use of the form, Andrea. What is the “Blinds?”
Your final line needs to be reworked just a tad, as it begins with “she,” but the line above it ends with “us.” Bummer. That’s the difficulty of this form, for sure. 😉
meg
Thanks meg! I love your comment – yeah, bummer. I must rewrite it somehow. I wrote this in tribute to my niece who kind of shut down everybody around her so we were afraid that she couldn’t go through her exams. Only she did great. In fact extremely great!
Blinds? Don’t you have blinds in front of your windows in the US?
QUESTION: One of our poets is having a difficult time with the site. She says, “Lately I’ve been having some SERIOUS LAG issues when trying to view Poetic Bloomings. It takes forever trying to scroll down to see new entries. It seems to be the only site I visit that this happens. Am I the only one?”
Is anyone else having this problem?
meg
I don’t have trouble but when I click to get here initially it takes longer to load than other pages typically do….like some seconds longer I guess…
That’s the only difference I notice, Marie! 🙂
That’s a dark one, Hannah – not so like your usual lyrical style.
Yeah, it had been that kind of week I guess…some not-so -serious but telling situations but that’s always good!! 🙂
Yes, PB is VERY slow to load these days, and it takes forever to post a reply, which is why I often give up!
Yikes. I wonder what’s up. 😦
meg
Maybe like a lot of the East coast – Over heated. 🙂
EXAMINATIONS
When she is due tomorrow,
tomorrow is the day,
Day of Prosper.
Prosper of The Blinds,
Blinds she says and shuts up.
Up around us.
Us standing there helplessly,
helplessly watching,
watching this genius in disguise.
Excellent, Andrea!!
meg, what now? If it works a lot a Danes will visit your website.
Oh wow! EXCELLENT fix, Andrea! And yes, we do call them blinds in America. My mind wasn’t going to windows in your poem, but now that you say it, it is very creative. Congratulations to your niece!!
Oh, and bring on the Danes! 😀 !
Marie Elena
Meg: Crazy cute; Walt, just Love those tunes! :)!
and meg: I don’t know how many blind people my niece studied to complete her work which is about what kind of surgery might help – well, also about when you shouldn’t do surgery.
So here in this poem I tried to create a bit of word play – and also the title which says that she was in fact examined herself.
Hopefully a lot of blind people will benefit from her work.
Thanks for your engagement – I’ll tell her that I wrote a poem here.
Thank You too for the direction your niece is going. My hubby is legally blind (glycoma – sp?) and we appreciate every effort that is made to help him function in the seeing world.
My best to your husband too, Marjory. I’ve had glaucoma since I was 19. That’s super early in life to get it, but my doctor has it controlled very nicely with eye drops. I had unsuccessful surgery a few years back, but that’s okay. I don’t mind the drops (you get used to them after 30+ years), and they work.
meg
Thanks Meg – one of my soap boxes is to point out the importance of drops and doctor’s care for glaucoma. He know – but we did not have the ware-with all to take care of it, nor understand the long term effect. Thankfully, today he is taken care of by the VA. My eyes + his ears = We make a whole 🙂 and can be thankful.
Marjory, in a way you wrote a poem here.That your eyes and his ears make you one touches me so much. Hopefully the new technology will help you. Your comments to my poor poem also touched me – your comments always do – and I’m always so sorry when I can’t pull myself together to answer you. Only sometimes the world feels so big and I can’t say a word. But most importantly here: Best wishes to you and your husband!
Thanks… 🙂
My best to your niece, Andrea. Your poem is wonderful!
meg
meg, in short thanks – the longer version must be another day – only I’m so glad that your drops work. Now let’s just write on and again, thanks.
Life Evolves
I sit here all alone and watch you sleeping.
Sleeping seems to be your lone escape.
Escape from random happenings in your life.
Life evolves in you as things take shape.
Shape the solid mass that you’ve been gifted.
Gifted glories manifest from dreams.
Dreams are such a huge part of reality.
Reality is never everything it seems.
By Michael Grove
Your closing lines always hold such weight! Excellent!
I agree with Hannah’s comment.
“…Sleeping seems to be your lone escape…”
Sometimes …yes.
Incredible, Walt. Very well done. Meg, I can’t believe you were able to use rhyme. I’m clapping for that one. Haven’t read any others yet.
New York Loop
New York, the Empire state
State your business and move on
On a corner, a hot dog stand
Stand, eat your lunch, then back to work
Work long hours cooped up
Up in the air, sky writing
Writing white words for product ads
Adds to your list of useless things
Things like cotton candy makers and such
Such nonsense, some of those gadgets
Gadgets waste hard-earned money
Money is needed for basic necessities
Necessities include, food, clothing shelter
Shelter your family; watch them grow
Grow strong in New York, the Empire state.
I love how each of your lines took a direction all their own for a while there! Great loopy poem, Sara!!
Thanks, Hannah!
You’re welcome!
NY Loop – written by someone who once lived there. You roll it all together and tell so much. Well done. 🙂
Yes, being able to ‘make some rhyme’ seems unbelievable.
Thanks, Marjory!
TIDE
The moon relentlessly pulls the tide,
Tide that flows to and from the ocean,
Ocean shores lined with great towering rocks.
Rocks to be scaled by nature’s children,
Children climb, surveying ocean’s beach.
Beach edge filled with shells, pebbles and sand,
Sand and objects to build sandcastles,
Castles, the dream place of young maidens.
Maidens, hoping to see brave seamen,
Men come to bury golden treasures.
Treasures to be unearthed by children,
Children filling their buckets with dreams,
Dreams they can hold and carry back home,
Home where they can share their memories,
Memories gathered be the moving tide,
Tide pulled relentlessly by the moon.
Flute Obbligato from The Stars and Stripes Forever
Piccolo, I hear your voice trill,
trill, rising up. You soar above,
above all other instruments.
Instruments: our voice. We sing of…
…of bravery, valor and strength,
strength of our colors coming through,
through our music. Piccolo – sing!
Sing America! Red, white, blue.
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Love this and the sound of the piccolo!
Interesting possibilities for this form. Of course I didn’t start to see them until after. Ain’t that the way? I added an extra loop.
Voiceover. Variation
It wasn’t a closed community…
community
community; just that sense that everyone was in the game;
game game game in the game; the game
game
game. All half high all of us day or dreaming
dreaming
dreaming on the ins and on the outs, and dreaming opportunity;
opportunity
opportunity! All of us were acolytes of the one big chance.
chance chance
chance for one, chance for all, for him, her, you and I
I threaded the maze, I walked the rope, I gambled and won and lost
lost
lost. And I don’t know who loved luck more
more: this fool or those
those
Those who knew Fortuna carnally,
carnally
carnally taken: and, but, or given: and, but, or
Or those to whom she was a myth.
Truly, I didn’t cheat. A couple of longer lines got wrapped by the “comments” form.
FACES TO BE PROUD OF
( A Loop Poem )
F ifth of July comes after
A fter the day our nation celebrates
C elebrates freedom’s emergence
E mergence of stars & stripes
S tripes horizontal adding up to thirteen
T hirteen original colonies our flag flew over
O ‘er the land of the free & home of the brave
B rave soldiers gave life & limb for freedom eternal
E ternal Flame lit by widow of assassinated president
P resident now faced with economy deep in the red
R ed, White, & Blue’s now almost 250 years old
O ld Glory will never be plowed under
U under pain of death
D eath may be the end, only
O nly, I plead the fifth
F ifth of July comes after
~ Randy Bell ~
Great History lesson, along with good national pride.
Thank You very much Marjory !!
I love those last two lines.
An acrostic…a loop…and meeting the “patriotic” prompt theme. Way to go!!
Thank You Paula
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Warnings
All night the sky was loud with storms
Storms muttered and growled all day
Day arrived in a red streaked sky
sky that warned what was coming our way.
Clouds and sky and sun and moon,
moon especially can let us know
know all the signs that help to tell
tell us the secrets nature can show.
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BROKEN
Paint the town red?
Red is all I see.
Seeing angry faces,
facing hardship and loss–
loss of jobs and homes.
Homes aren’t even safe,
safe is all some kids want.
Want to paint the town red?
Red is all I see.
2012-07-06
P. Wanken
Such a heart breaking truth for some people.
Indeed.
How timely!
🙂 thanks, Sara!
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WIND
Wind sweeps the meadow,
Meadow full of flowers in spring.
Spring, time when birds mate and sing
Sing songs that will the summer bring,
Bring sunshine to warm the land.
Land wherein the flowers stand
Stand, waiting quietly at ease,
Ease before the coming breeze,
Breeze that precedes the wind.
(Wind that sweeps the meadow)
What a fun post! Thanks for introducing me to looped verse. I’ve tried it here with a looped limerick.
“Daily Prayer”
(Loop Poem)
It bakes from the inside,
inside the center of reason,
Reason beating a moist fleece toward heaven,
heaven-gazer, heavy with bitter leaven,
leaven warming loaves of doubt,
doubt-fatigue doubling,
doubling prayers,
Prayers dusting.
Dusting over all our need,
Need for daily bread, we plead.
Plead for thy will,
Will to still,
Still the heaving leaven;
leaven of distrust toward heaven.
Heaven-gazed for daily bread.
Bread of Life; Your grace be shed.
“…DREAMING… HOLDS MEMORIES” (Thank you, MMT)
Dreaming of those eyes~~
Eyes that shall now, always be mine…
Mine because they now rest here
Here in my heart, my soul, my mind…
Mind full………. my eyes….. dreamy.
Welcome -That is pretty – Understand, I dream too. 🙂
:)! :)!
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LA LUNA BLU
Once in a blue moon
moonbeams will carry magic –
magic that cannot be broken.
Broken people are filled with love,
love finds a home in hearts.
Hearts that are healed, dance –
dancing in the magic, for once!
Once in a blue moon.
2012-07-06
P. Wanken
“….moonbeams will carry magic…” They will, Keep dancing.
There’s a blue moon next month!! 😀
…. 🙂
This, from my dad, whose sense of humor I “get.” 😉
By the Number
I thought I’d write some poet tree
Tree and six are nine
Nein, I do not want to go
Go, for you it’s fine
Fine the man he broke the rule
Rule in a gentle way
Weigh the thoughts, the poem may cause
‘Cause tree and six were nein.
(Marie Elena’s dad, James Fagnano)
Sudden Distraction
It’s a sudden distraction –
Distraction of the heart.
Heart, or maybe just hormones.
Hormones always play their part.
It’s those crazy butterflies –
Butterflies doing belly dances,
Dances that make you wonder,
Wonder about your chances.
It’s love at first sight –
Sight without eyes.
“Eyes are deceptive,” you say.
“Say, I hate their lies.”
It’s pain unending –
Unending until it ends.
Ends always hurt for a time.
Time passes; now you’re friends.
It’s his best friend –
Friend extraordinaire!
“Extraordinaire,” you say.
“Say, wouldn’t we make a pair?”
It’s a sudden distraction –
Distraction of the heart.
Heart, or maybe just hormones.
Hormones always play their part.
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