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Poems about Rhyme
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I sat upon the potty, / when I was a little boy. / I knew if I could do something, / it would bring my parents joy. / I'm sure I tried for
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Life is such an illusionary thing. / I often wonder about the things I dream. / Are they deep hidden secrets, / or things I have seen? / Wi
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The night before Christmas, / all through the house, / not a creature was stirring... / except for a mouse! / He walked out in the floor, /
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When I read the words my mother wrote, / it struck in me a tender note, / and tears ran down my cheeks indeed. / The thought of losing her tears me up, / because I love her very much. / It hurts inside to think of the day, / when the mother I
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Woke up early, / couldn't sleep. / into my chest, / a cold did creep. / Lying there, / my eyes did burn. / For more sleep, / I did yearn. / Lying there, / I tried to doze. / Must sit up, / and blow my nose. / Lying there, / I cou
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Teens that are educated far more than I, / that's no excuse to sit down and cry. / They carefully pick what they want to say, / While I tap
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As dawn is breaking, / you arise, your muscles are acheing. / You're fully aware, / of the chance you are taking. / The sun has arisen, / suddenly you're driven. / You rise to your feet, / for the challenge you must meet. / You lean agains
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Love is such a painful thing, / there's much to lose and much to gain. / You gain the strength of two souls as one. / You gain the joy of loving that one. / But also a fear of losing that love, / when the hurting has begun. / / Also with lo
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I want to say I love you, like so many times before, / and tell you just how much I missed you, / since you went out of my life's door. / I
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My kitty takes my homework, / almost every night. / When I try to take it back, / she tries to scratch and bite. / My kitty takes my homework, / nearly every day. / If I could ever get it back, / I might get an A! /
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I fear not, those who condemn me. / For they condemn themselves, / simply by the act of condemning. / I fear not those who judge me. / For their judgment is merely their opinion, / and their opinion cannot condemn me. / I mistrust not, those w
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As I was lying in my bed, / I felt something moving by my head... / it was my pet lizard, I call him Ted. / As I was about to fall asleep,
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I ONCE SAT DOWN, / TO WRITE A POEM. / MY PENCIL WAS BROKEN. / THAT WAS AN OMEN. / I PICKED UP A PEN. / AND TRIED AGAIN. / THE PEN HAD GONE DRY, / SO I LET OUT A SIGH. / I PICKED UP A MARKER, / WHICH WOULD WRITE MUCH DARKER. / IT JUST M
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An enchanting young girl with tender sweet charms, / and beautiful hair that shimmers and shines. / In the light from above I see as a dream, / my angel of love, so tender she seems. / With sweet graceful love she came to me, / from acrosss the
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/ A legacy to leave behind. / / A poem to stand the test of time. / / I truly love this son of mine, / / yet he tests me time after time. / / I know that this can be the way, / / for a growing man to say, / / I'm getting b
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He stares at the curb, it's incredibly tall. / He has to be careful, or from his chair he will fall. / On the other side, it's tall and it's wide. / As he looks up and down, there's no curb cut in sight. / He sits and he wonders, how will he get u
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/ Almost / / I used to write / almost every night. / I used to write / almost every day. / At almost any given moment, / I had something I wanted to say. / Now I almost write every night. / Now I almost write every day. / Now I adm
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Still testing just to see, / if this forums right for me. / I have written many things, / that to this forum I could bring. / Still not sure how to feel about, / opening up and letting them out. / This is all so new to me... / oh well, I gue
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Start out simple, that's the thing, / let the poem itself bring. / Put it out there on the net, / hope that I have no regrets. / Told some poets what I thought, / don't understand the points I've got. / Just a test to feel this out, / and se
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There once was a boy born hollow and vacant, / With skin made of bark, but nothing within. / His folks named him Marcus, Marcus the Giant,
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can't charm a snake with temptation
listen to sounds of sensation
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/ She stirred with some uncertainty as if she didn’t know / How she came to be there in the cold and sodden snow. / Trapped but without borders, she will never express / How much that she is missing in her confused distress. / / She shambles
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/ / / My Dad told me to stay away / from the path / / Hell hath no fury / like a girl in red / but she'll lure you / with her basketfull / of goodies / / that's what my oul' fella said / / Of course, I had to look /
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As I looked out across the morning rain / A veil drew over that pale sky, / And that refreshing deluge made its claim / To all that had so far been far too dry. / The intoxicating showers watered / Wherever nature was desiccated. / And as that
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The gastric gents in the old folk’s home / Cope with life to a tolerable degree / And the widows with sagging mouths of foam / Always looking out, but they never see / The end of the long and much winding road. / They’ve never been closer to it
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You use that last bottle of wine to / Lubricate your social interactions: / Those long evenings of longer distractions / Spent in pubs wond
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I've been lost in the spaces between / love and your mystery to me. / The good times are not gone. / I've been in a limbo I can't explain / our happiness, our home. / / You take away my troubles, / you fight away my grief. / Stealing away
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You beat your brains on a Saturday night, / Pump it full of drugs and booze, / Do you do it to remember or just to fight? / Or do you do it
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