Poetry Challenge part 5: Rictameters

RICTAMETER
A rictameter is a nine line poetry form. The 1st and
last lines are the same with the syllable count as follows:

line 1 - 2 syllables - same as line 9
line 2 - 4 syllables
line 3 - 6 syllables
line 4 - 8 syllables
line 5 - 10 syllables
line 6 - 8 syllables
line 7 - 6 syllables
line 8 - 4 syllables
line 9 - 2 syllables - same as line 1

Here's mine:

Tell me
Do you love me?
Or is this just a game?
Do you feel tremors in your heart
Whenever you hear the sound of my name?
Let the words tumble from your mouth
And roll off your sweet lips
Don't hold back, just
Tell me

Whispers
Delicate wishes
Entrancing, seductive
Your tender lips serenading.
Portruding, sifting, so delicately
I remember young lips softly
embrace of two soft souls
Her lips to mine,
whispers.

Awesome! I'm also working on one, which I will post as soon as I'm finished writing.

Hi Guys,

Here is my poor attempt -

Desired Love

So much
How can I count
The ways that I love thee
Can you see what you mean to me
With each thought of you brings such joy to me
How can I but not fantasize
The way you laugh and smile
Alluring charm
So much...

I know, pretty bad!

Steve

.........
I think I am insane.

We lie
partly aware
yet mistake it for love.
The truth we tell, ever changing
brings transient comfort, if not for long,
we cherish it, as if t'was love
and welcome coming wounds
still, together
we lie.

(sean, despite the fact that I like you, I have to tell you this..you cheated:P the second line in your poem has 5 syllables:P)

Hush Enslavement :p, damn i didn't notice that at all :( Ah well, i always screw it up somehow.

when it comes to screwing things up, you won't beat me...

Trust me, i screw up the simplest of things be it friendship, love, or worse, birthday cake making.

Hmm, here is my poor attempt to describe the life I live. I don't like it, but since I said I'd post mine, here goes.

The East
Beckons this soul
To depart in silence.
Whilst shedding glassen tears at night,
I flee familiar skies, the orb of peace.
For the better I hurt and bleed,
In hopes of joy I leave.
I flee towards
The East.

Nice job you guys, but both of you had an error there. The last line is supposed to be the same as the first one.

My pure,
I really don't care,
As long as you are near,
I no longer need to feel any fear,
So please just stay with me for the entier night,
Wait with me until the break of light,
Please don't leave in a fight,
Because you simply are,
My pure.

Nighttears,

if you are interested in poetry forms, there is a growing list of poetry forms under the thread :How many forms are there?

It is however impossible to detail the requirements of each and every form, but I thought at least to list most of them out would be a start. Then people with interest could go and research themselves.

Back on topic, nice try.

Regards,

Steve