D - Diminishing Poem

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                                D – Diminishing Poem

In a diminishing poem the last word "diminishes" from one line to the next by removing one, or occasionally two, letters from the beginning of the word.

If the poem is three lines it is a subgenre of a classic triplet. 

They are a simple form, however they do get harder as your starting word gets longer. 


I’ve married trice

and thrown the rice.

Love turned to ice


His weight wasn’t clout.

He was just a lout.

I threw him out.


Put out the trash!

I’m getting a rash

from the soot and the ash.


I am so very glad

I met the nice lad

through an online ad


Don’t eat that swill!

For if you will,

you are sure to be ill.


Scram!

I’ve got to cram.

Facts into my brain to ram.

My final's in the am.*


©2024 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved 


 *The last word is read as the word "am," not the abbreviation.


  



Comments

  1. Chrys FeyApril 4, 2024 at 8:42 AM

    I've never heard of this kind of poem before. It looks like a lot of fun. I may have to try writing one now.

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    1. LisaApril 4, 2024 at 9:04 AM

      It is fun. I don't find it easy over three letter starting words! It helps to start with the short word first (like "it") and add letters.

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  2. D.A.CairnsApril 4, 2024 at 12:39 PM

    I didn't know this was a thing. https://dacairns.com.au/blog/f/a-to-z-blogging-challenge-d

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  3. AnonymousApril 4, 2024 at 7:27 PM

    Jamie (jannghi.blogspot.com):
    Another I never heard of.

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  4. Sundari VenkatramanApril 5, 2024 at 7:48 AM

    This seems like fun. Do check my blog here: https://www.sundarivenkatraman.in/

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  5. Frewin55April 6, 2024 at 2:43 AM

    I will definitely have a go at this form - such fun...

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  6. CherylApril 7, 2024 at 12:24 PM

    Sorry, posted as anonymous by mistake on your last blog post. You are very good at this. I might try this one.

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    1. LisaApril 7, 2024 at 12:29 PM

      I am always anonymous when I post from my phone. Even when I sign in like it asks me to do. This is a fun form.

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