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A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

line 1 – 9 syllables
line 2 – 8 syllables
line 3 – 7 syllables
line 4 – 6 syllables
line 5 – 5 syllables
line 6 – 4 syllables
line 7 – 3 syllables
line 8 – 2 syllables
line 9 – 1 syllables



They say time and tide waits for no man,
and things happen in their own time.
But, we find this rule of life
follows the course we’ve set.
As we love and breathe
we will go on.
When we’re gone,
love lives

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014 



Unrequited love breeds loneliness
A stumbling through life’s darkened rooms
Ice shards through the wounded heart
A hollowness of bone
Glazing of the eye
Unending night
Stone-sharp tears
© 2014 Salvatore Buttaci

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129 thoughts on “INFORM POETS – NONET


  2. Walt, Sal, such Beautiful words!!

    • Walt-loves lives on, beautiful, full of hope. I’m so glad we have two poem with opposite outcomes to play off each other.

      Sal, your imagery “ice shards, hollowness, glazing” leaves me feeling empty and cold” and “Stone-sharp tears” delivers the pain and hopelessness. Oh, my, wonderful piece.

      • I couldn’t agree more, Debi. These two work together so well. And the sensory overload of Sal’s verse leaves one spent at the end, though seeking to redeem–something.

  3. There can be only one immortal,
    so they cut of each other’s heads.
    Fighting for supremacy
    The head count slowly grows,
    as it slowly drops.
    With the last blow
    there will be


  4. Thaw

    The muse stroking her harp by the shed
    Is slowly sinking into slush
    And the row of armed snowmen
    Are helpless in the mire
    As rain drops turn ice
    Into running

  5. Tear Down that Wall

    He writes ‘something doesn’t love a wall’.
    Some spirit maybe tumbles rocks
    to open a path between.
    Why do we build them, then?
    and rebuild again?
    What frightens us?
    You must ask,

  6. Darlene Franklin on said:

    Walt, Sal, so much power in your words. . .the yin and yang of love, did you plan it that way?

    • Although Sal had sent his to me before I posted mine, I did not read it. So any corrallary between ours was in advertant, Darlene! Thanks all.

    • flashpoetguy on said:

      Nothing hurts more than unrequited love, perhaps because it’s one-sided and that one side insists on being self-deluded. I wanted words that would cut to the quick.

  7. connielpeters on said:

    From Matthew 23:37

    America, O, America,
    you who abort unborn babies,
    imprison the innocent,
    and set the guilty free,
    how often I long
    to embrace you,
    like lovers,
    yet you

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  9. Wonderful examples, Walt and Sal. I’m off to see what I can come up with. I’ll be back.

  10. Okay, so I’m cheating here. This is an older poem to get me started.

    A Voice in the Night

    Within us all whispers a soft voice,
    Sighing just above inner noise,
    Telling us stories so grand
    Its words flow to paper.
    Witness to others
    Of thoughts alone
    In night’s dark
    Hours, Muse

  11. Risen One

    I’m beneath this thick moss covering,
    ground has become my wise consort.
    One might not notice me first…
    I’m here, a corner stone-
    supporting others.
    Ready with strength
    bold granite-

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

    Note about the title…

    “During the winter as the earth freezes and thaws, rocks rise to the surface of the fields; they must be removed before plowing can proceed. Stacked at the edges of the fields, they are the raw material for all those stone walls.”

    Thank you for the form hosts…excellent examples, too. 🙂

  12. This is my new one for today. Back later.


    Shivers slide down backs as ears litsten
    To snuffling sounds in darkness dire,
    Each with requisite terror
    Image flashing behind
    Eyes seeking confirmed
    Monsters, goblins
    Waiting there
    To strike

    • flashpoetguy on said:

      “Waiting there / to strike” and then that last line’s word “Now.” Powerful!

      • I was thinking of kids walking outside in the dark, hearing the rustlings and sniffings of the nocturnal ones. I grew up in the country and remember those late night walks across the yard at the edge of the woods. All children recognize monsters when they hear them. 🙂

        For kids the imagination drives great predators in the form of mice. 🙂

      • And thanks, Sal. I always appreciate your evals.

  13. Anchor of the Soul

    Thankfully hope does not put to shame, All those who trust it’s sweetest frame.
    An anchor of shipwrecked soul;
    When broken, battered, cold
    Keeps you warm, consoled.
    In times of need,
    Fear or bold.
    We need—

    © Copyright 2014
    Benjamin Thomas

  14. Phenomena for Groundhogs

    The groundhog blamed for false forecasts lies
    burrowed, shamed, beneath winter’s ice.
    He snoozes and dreams of spring
    disturbed as visions sing,
    and warns young pups
    that men predict
    weather as

  15. flashpoetguy on said:

    My favorite lines, Jane, are these: “burrowed, shamed, beneath winter’s ice./
    He snoozes and dreams of spring…”

  16. The Truth

    It didn’t make sense—it never did.
    If the truth was out there somewhere,
    seeking asylum, why did
    it cling like the scent of
    last night’s lover? She


    Stanley the mosquito buzzed and roamed,
    Flew the distance away from home.
    Foaming at the mouth, for a
    Bloody margarita.
    He found one on tap.
    Then slurped and burped,
    Until fat.

    © Copyright 2014
    Benjamin Thomas

  18. William Preston on said:


    Give me a garden where rain whispers
    as it slithers among grape leaves
    and grieves at the end of day;
    where green shoots for the sky
    and passes purple
    in transience.
    There, I find
    my way

    © copyright 2014, William Preston

  19. Nonet 1: Rabbit

    His poem hit rocky consonants
    flowed over sudden waterfalls
    into a short shaded peace
    only to be running
    from the owl’s sharp claws,
    shifting to a slow
    gear, quite low

    Challenge by
    Creative Bloomings
    Nonet = beginning w/ nine syllables
    diminished by one each line

  20. Us

    The political hypnotists speak
    Ideological drivel
    Double-speak and deception
    Aimed at the weak minded
    The easily led
    The uninformed
    The targets
    The votes

    © 2014 Earl Parsons

  21. ejparsons on said:


    As we drift on the sea of despair
    No land in sight; no rescue hope
    It seems He has turned His back
    So some would have you think
    But His know better
    He is standing
    By our side

    © 2014 Earl Parsons

  22. ejparsons on said:


    More than 200 souls hijacked. Why?
    Total disrespect for life? Why?
    Suicidal intent? Why?
    Uncontrolled hatred? Why?
    Satan driven? Why?
    Terrorists? Why?
    Evil? Why?
    Mad? Why?

    © 2014 Earl Parsons

  23. Painted Face

    She stands transfixed by man in painting.
    His piercing green eyes seem to see
    all the secrets locked inside
    her, and how he can help
    melt all her troubles,
    if he could step
    through canvas
    and touch

  24. Priti on said:

    Who Rests?

    Death is always close at hand, and yet
    it strikes quite unexpectedly
    The striken pawn, laid to rest
    Who is really resting?
    The biofeed shell?
    Those left behind
    dismantled ?
    The soul ?

  25. flashpoetguy on said:

    A great take on “laid to rest.”

  26. Darlene Franklin on said:


    Liberty’s birthright bound, locked and chained
    Freedom’s fortress breached, choice by choice
    Once surrendered for sin’s debt
    No barter can buy back
    Freedom is not free
    Death the price paid
    Inside and out

    Darlene Franklin C2014

  27. The One and Only

    Sent to this world to save all mankind
    Rejected, beaten, crucified
    Hung on an old rugged cross
    On Him, the sins of all
    His death washed us clean
    That we may live
    With Him
    The Son of God
    The One and Only
    Living, resurrected
    And sitting at the right hand
    Of the Creator of all things
    All we need to do is call His Name

    © 2014 Earl Parsons

  28. Sorry to post again. Had to change the last line!!

    The Truth

    It didn’t make sense—it never did.
    If the truth was out there somewhere,
    seeking asylum, why did
    it cling like the scent of
    last night’s lover? She

  29. One of my favourite forms, I confess…love what everyone is doing here…

    Missing Nora Ephron (May 14/41-June 26/12)

    She said she felt bad about her neck
    And wrote a book called that in fact
    So stylish scarves were her thing
    But her real stock in trade
    Was her endearing sense
    Of humour and her
    Unfailing sense
    Of herself
    It is

    Muse Musings

    Bargaining with the muse proves to be
    Many a poet’s undoing
    For harsh is she and blood her
    Price, accepting nothing
    Less, she’ll flay your soul
    Lay bare your thoughts
    And still not


    It’s three tours in and he’s home to stay
    With medals, glory, and intact
    Who could ask for more than that?
    But some few weeks later
    He just eats his gun
    And no-one seems
    to know why
    They don’t?

  30. Life’s Music

    Life is a musical sonota.
    A prized allegro pushing pace.
    Dashing trumpets, pianos,
    Sounding brass and woodwinds,
    Lively with spirit.
    Our life’s music—
    With grace

    © Copyright 2014
    Benjamin Thomas

  31. Longing for Spring

    Snow falls in pristine mashed potato
    clumps, sticking to the trees giving
    the earth a bit of freshening up.
    While we sit inside just
    wishing for flowers
    to fall from the
    sky with fresh
    bits of

  32. Tax Prep: Pup’s Point of View

    Just how silly she sure looks to me!
    Rushing here and there, to nowhere
    Sift-shuffling noisy papers
    “Tsking” and tasking fast.
    She makes me just sigh,
    With relief I
    Don’t have That
    On my

  33. Putting You Down

    All our lives it seemed as if I was
    Afraid someone would be trying
    To put you down, make you feel
    Less than; until you died
    Then I held your bag
    Of ashes, found
    It hard to
    Put you

    Raising Awareness

    A vulture waits and watches a child
    So near death a photographer
    Cannot resist a quick shot
    A prize winning photo
    It ends up being
    But the guilt of
    Its fame kills
    He who

    Tree Deaths

    Far from home I learn of nightly storms
    Tearing life from trees I so love
    Just to picture them torn up
    With roots exposed and raw
    Their branches ripped off—
    Bark is cracking
    And sap runs
    Like blood

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