Quadrille Poem: Why Not Lock Up Your Armadillos?
Dead armadillos and overzealous sprinklers during a pre-dawn walk provide great material for a humorous quadrille poem in response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt.
Dead armadillos and overzealous sprinklers during a pre-dawn walk provide great material for a humorous quadrille poem in response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt.
Written in response to a dVerse prompt, this quadrille explores communal narcissism, hidden strings and the difference between genuine care and acts of service performed for praise, status or control.
Dandelion wishes and golden light shape a 44-word quadrille, inspired by a perfect grandparent day and the enduring, ever-growing bloom of love across generations.
A quadrille poem for the dVerse prompt dives into the tales that shaped me—Puff’s fading magic, Gulliver’s sharp satire, Jonah’s stubborn faith—and the beachy wonder where I first heard them. Fish, wish, and childhood spells: stories that still shimmer like sunlight on the water.
A quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words using the word “honest”, captures a surprising realization: feelings of joy on a sad day.
Winter storm Enzo brought record-breaking snows to the South along the Gulf of Mexico. Brrrr! It’s poetry-worthy!
Poetry challenge from the dVerse Poets Pub is to write a quadrille (44-word poem) using the word “with” in some form.
A lament in quadrille form about the picnic-ruining, blood-sucking tiny Draculas that plague the South in the summer: mosquitos.
I haven’t suffered from narcissistic abuse, but I have seen it and the damage it can do to a person. This poem in quadrille format describes the darkness and manipulation, and there are links to help resources.
A love poem to a special ingredient that rises from slumber and transforms magnificently.
Answer to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt to write a quadrille (44-word poem) using the word “pinch”. Includes a cat, a horse and a crab and a reference to homonyms, homophones and homographs.
4 poems about snow. Snow can be fun. Snow can be dangerous. Make a snowball, but don’t throw it at your Mom. Snow is a metaphor for lost love. Become a snow angel, not an avenging angel.
A quadrille poem of 44 words written in response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt.
