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Poems about Rhyme
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With my head on the pillow I lay and wait. / Sometimes she's early, / sometimes she's late. / My head gets heavy / I shut my eyes. / Then m
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A fight between a goose and duck / to see who'd have the better luck / Took place beneath / a pickup truck / / A loud slam echoed through the woods / But neither bird was hurt; / Instead the truck drove off the road / and left the duck i
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Why do you still affect me so / Why do I call when my weaknesses show / You have nothing to offer me / Never did never will / No words of c
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What happened to the world we knew? / When did we lose our way? / Or have my memories been eschewed? / Was it just yesterday? / Was not our
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The a sublime revolution in my head, / Everything the same, so alive but then dead, / With no pen could you and your hand capture, / The awe-inspiring, after burning rapture, / Which rides on the wings of middle C, / A seven then the opiate like
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1 / Stray cat yawns / Under a crown / As its taken / from my front lawn. / / 2 / Dum dum lollipops / Tastier than porkchops / Take them fr
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Ceiling so high / Walls so wide apart / Treading along this path / with a gasping heart / / Led by Trust / I follow through / dim-lit hall
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Beggars can’t be choosers, / Unless they’re&nb
by kookoocachoo
271 words, 2 comments,
on Oct 31 11:29 PM. In Contemporary, Hope, Life, Love, Lyrics, Rant, Rhyme, Society, Spiritual, Thoughts
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/ >A poem a day / keeps the boredom away. / That is what / I always say. / I pick up a pencil / and scribble away. / I write down in rhythm / what I want to convey. / When it is finished /
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As I rise and shine
the morning is fine
tis time to start splashing
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So long ago when I was nine, there was a place that chilled my spine. / A towering wooden ark stood beacon to my youthful scare. / For year
by Enoq
604 words, 13 comments,
on Nov 2 10:27 PM. In Angst, Dark, Life, Nature, Rhyme, Friendship, Childrens, Family, Imagery
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A beautiful day dawns bright and clear / This wonderful miracle we should hold dear / Our hearts embrace this glorious sight / When our wor
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I sit in my corner all alonea great pine grows in my heart / This pine grows, each time I think of her, tearing me apart / Call her? No, fo
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I’m not a Poet / I can’t write a poem / it’s just too hard to do it. / If you don’t believe me / I’ll sit down and prove it. / I have
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I once knew a girl named Jill. / / I can picture her still. / / It was plain for all to see / /
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/ Leaves fly like brittle birds / Caught in a yellow wind, / Catching the breeze on fire, / Turning ocher, gold and red. / Gathering at the edges of side- walks, / Nesting in ruffled hair, / Leaves cackle beneath scuffling fe
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Returning to "safety" from the frontlines, / we trudge away from the whistling five-nines. / We limp on, drunk from lack of sleep / but we
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So she said something, dang i forget what she said, / oh.... / She Said: something about her love life being so dead / I Said: so to be funny i hit her with a line damn
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Forbid the young to read no farther. / This is a tale of some ones father. / If the faint of heart should still be reading- / Please just l
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The girls with white washed faces / Stagger through the lamp lit street / Into the seediest embraces of / Someone they’ll never meet. / Th
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I wake up next to you / With that feeling, so real; / That unbelieving sense / That it’s no sin to feel. /
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Once upon a yesterday, there was a lost child, / Who, underneath the threats, was a soul so mild. / / Her name was Dunsany, dysfunctional,
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i wait / i cry / i suffer / i die / in darkness / i fall / to eternity / for all. / Death has, / found me, / claimed me, / marked me. / i
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Weep for me no longer / for I have gone away. / Left my body lying / resting in a grave. / I no longer need it / my spirit was set free. / There simply is no reason / for you to cry for me. / Cry for times we will not share / if you feel
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When I stumbled upon the beauty you behold, / With you in my life, i have drawn my last tear / For you my life to Lucifer I would have s
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/ >I would come, and leaving regrets alone, /
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There’s a little girl / With spiders in her hair, / With grimy, yellow teeth / And a sullen sorry stare. / / There’s a little girl / With
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/ The years no doubt, my friend, have changed me less / Than those moments with you which nurtured my mind; / And so right now I feel I must confess / To unformulated thoughts now refined, / Distinguished and concentrated on you. / / You f
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Sitting here by myself / Drinking lots of voddy / Torchering my fragile mind / By obsessing about my body / / As I sit and converse with
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