WD Poetic Form Challenge: Monotetra

For this Writer’s Digest Poetic Form Challenge, I’m asking poets to write a monotetra or three. Please don’t stress out about the meter so much, because I won’t. But the rhymes and refrains, yes, please follow the rules. If you’re not sure, click here to learn more about the monotetra.

Many have already said it’s a fun form, and I totally agree.

As in previous challenges, the winner will be featured in a future issue of Writer’s Digest (the January 2011 issue to be precise).

The monotetra can be as short as one quatrain (or four-line stanza) and as long as a poet needs to get his or her rhyme on. So poem short, poem long, just poem.

Click here to read the general rules for the WD Poetic Form Challenge.

The deadline for the monotetra challenge is September 7, 2010. Or roughly three weeks. So get writing today!

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105 thoughts on “WD Poetic Form Challenge: Monotetra

  1. Colette ;D

    ~ A Feminine Ending? ~

    I read a shopper’s sad obit;
    her last words they did not omit—
    words those sharks would rather edit:
    “No more credit! No more credit!”

  2. Dare Gaither

    Evil Demon

    An evil demon rules my life
    He causes turmoil, woe and strife,
    With mayhem ever running rife.
    Cuts like a knife! Cuts like a knife!

    Cruel demon steals my iron-clad will
    His evil purpose to fulfill.
    My good intentions come to nil.
    What bitter pill! What bitter pill!

    I would be virtuous and kind
    If I could purge him from my mind.
    Freed from the grief of chains that bind
    What peace I’d find! What peace I’d find!

    I cannot hide, I cannot flee.
    The power he has he gets from me!
    To stop my war and let him be,
    Is that the key? Is that the key?

    Oh demon mine, thou wretched wight
    You don’t enthrall me with your spite.
    Poetic thoughts defeat your might.
    Such pure delight! Such pure delight!

  3. J. McNamara

    September 6, 2010

    J. McNamara

    Short Monotetra from September first re-written to do the last line correct.

    Two poems for the contest. Tried to erase earlier posts.

    Both rewritten as final entry in contest.

    Written

    Write until melodies are born
    within each unwritten black thorn
    a red rose reached with own heart torn
    purity sworn, purity sworn.

    The Race

    Crowd stirred with anticipation
    of the racecars hesitation
    before own flagged inspiration
    navigation, navigation.

    Black oval track ignited ground
    with glistening white stripes around
    awaited while bright racecars wound
    in places found, in places found.

    Bright green flag waved to signal start
    as engines ripped, roared to depart
    around the oval track and dart
    to break apart, to break apart.

    Four cars led the rest of the pack
    fighting for first place forth and back
    to begin another attack
    put between track, put between track.

    Two by two, three, then just one car
    pulled away fast, and left black tar
    on the track ahead, and raced far
    like men at war, like men at war.

    Big black cloud burst on the last lap
    from the car’s distributor cap
    which caused the engine to tap, tap
    "And stop that chap. And stop that chap."

    Gigantic black cloud reached and dove
    from the hot engine’s treasured trove
    aimlessly to wander, roam, rove,
    windshields it drove, windshields it drove.

    Two cars interlocked their front frame
    with car leaking black smoke and came
    to lead the pack to end the game
    fortune or fame, fortune or fame.

    Checkered flag moved in the distance
    the three cars raced with persistance
    crowd cheered wildly as assistance
    no resistance, no resistance.

    Race ended with a triple bang
    and the cars’ tires stopped with a clang
    over the loudspeaker it rang
    "The brickyard gang. The brickyard gang."

  4. J. McNamara

    September 6, 2010

    Here’s a montetra done as a story about a stockcar race.

    The Race

    Crowd stirred with anticipation
    of the racecars hesitation
    before own flagged inspiration
    adjusted their navigation.

    Black oval track ignited ground
    with glistening white stripes around
    awaited while bright racecars wound
    into line-up until place found.

    Bright green flag waved to signal start
    as engined ripped, roared to depart
    around the oval track and dart
    in, out, among, and break apart.

    Four cars led the rest of the pack
    fighting for first place forth and back
    to begin another attack
    and put between the oval track.

    Two by two, three, then just one car
    pulled away fast and left black tar
    on the track ahead and raced far
    beyond all like a man at war.

    Big black cloud burst on the last lap
    from lead car’s distributor cap
    which caused the engine to tap, tap,
    and the crowd shouted, "Stop that chap!"

    Gigantic black cloud reached and dove
    from the hot engine’s treasured trove
    aimlessly to wander, roam, rove
    into the cars’ windshields it drove.

    Two cars interlocked their front frame
    with car leaking black smoke and came
    to lead the pack and end the game
    grandly filled with fortune and fame.

    Checkered flag moved in the distance
    the three cars raced with persistance
    crowd cheered wildly as assistance
    and cars met with no resistance.

    Race ended with a triple bang
    and the cars’ tires stopped with a clang
    over the loudspeakers it rang
    "We’re all part of the brickyard gang."

  5. Willy

    WD Poetic Form Challenge: Monotetra

    POWER OF FAITH

    Word "cured" unsaid and delaying
    progress. Thoughts of death were flaying
    any hope, but he was saying,
    "Keep on praying. Keep on praying.

    Excise the cancer from this shell.
    Release me from my lonely hell.
    Send a cure which will make me well."
    On knees he fell. On knees he fell.

    There was an angel standing near
    who winged the prayer up to God’s ear.
    The plea brought forth His soothing tears.
    "Be gone, thy fear! Be gone, thy fear!"

    I’ll send one who’ll make you complete.
    She has Compassion’s loving heat.
    You will be healed when your soul’s meet.
    Life shall be sweet. Life shall be sweet."

    FREEDOM, SAFETY AND SACRIFICE

    Brave young man covered by the pall;
    only soldier that day to fall;
    one of thousands who heed the call:
    "Freedom for all! Freedom for all!"

    Brave officer who will not hear
    Amazing Grace piped at his bier.
    He did his job; no sign of fear.
    Saved children dear. Saved children dear.

    Brave souls working to keep us sound.
    Take for granted they are around.
    Lift others up when they’ve been downed.
    All Heaven-bound. All Heaven-bound.

    W

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