The Ballade as its name suggests is a French form and along with the Rondeau was one of the first forms to be standardised in the 14th cetury. Written in syllabic prosody of any one line length, the original French forms were octosyllabic, but now decasyllable is more common, and iambic tetrameter etc; are just as acceptable.
The following are the examples of ballade:
Ballade of a lonely girl
by alif fajri on March 28, 2011
Alone, lonely, loneliness
Alive, death, all together
Crowd and quiteness
They all surrender
Then the wind whisper:
“to me, that’s all nothing!”
I catch my own fear
Tied up all the whispering
In my deepest palace
A tiny dare knits bravery
Brave to become aware
Aware of lonely
Lost in wave of silly
Make haste girl! You have friends not
No one accompany
Even enemies not
It’s me lying in the sorrow
No chance to try
Thou hast leave me unfellow
Have not words to cry
Though sky is full of flies
These eyes still belt up
Not knowing why
Seem that they fade up
Thy voices are away
Thou art lost in fest.
Follow your own way
Force me to confess:
That all I have is me, my self and I
Carving
Your words carve nightmares in my skin, they bleed-
obscure the lines that burn and scourge within,
as deep into my flesh the etching feeds
in layers only I knew to be thin.
Is witnessing a branding also sin?
I feel the tissues sizzle and contract,
the bluntness of the knife is sinking in-
as violated nerve-ends now retract.
You cut with great precision at the weeds
your eyes detected underneath my skin;
I bowed my head in silence and agreed,
endured your efforts, keeping up my chin.
But now I'm tired, hurting, in a spin;
beside deep-rooted weeds I lost- I cracked
on seeing on your face an old chagrin,
as violated nerve-ends now retract.
The hand that wields the knife will not recede,
though hesitation finally begins
to waver and confuse in loss of speed;
the silence that enfolds- a roaring din.
Our faces slowly lose the deadly grin,
essential parts that kept me whole, intact,
regenerated by adrenalin-
as violated nerve-ends now retract.
We'll throw the offal left into the bin
and start to build anew; we'll re-enact,
retrace our steps, determined we will win,
as violated nerve-ends now retract.
Leny Roovers
obscure the lines that burn and scourge within,
as deep into my flesh the etching feeds
in layers only I knew to be thin.
Is witnessing a branding also sin?
I feel the tissues sizzle and contract,
the bluntness of the knife is sinking in-
as violated nerve-ends now retract.
You cut with great precision at the weeds
your eyes detected underneath my skin;
I bowed my head in silence and agreed,
endured your efforts, keeping up my chin.
But now I'm tired, hurting, in a spin;
beside deep-rooted weeds I lost- I cracked
on seeing on your face an old chagrin,
as violated nerve-ends now retract.
The hand that wields the knife will not recede,
though hesitation finally begins
to waver and confuse in loss of speed;
the silence that enfolds- a roaring din.
Our faces slowly lose the deadly grin,
essential parts that kept me whole, intact,
regenerated by adrenalin-
as violated nerve-ends now retract.
We'll throw the offal left into the bin
and start to build anew; we'll re-enact,
retrace our steps, determined we will win,
as violated nerve-ends now retract.
Leny Roovers
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