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Poems about rhyme
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feels like summer's on its way.1 / / it's mid november almost may.2 / / you and me playing near the bay3 / / wouldn't have it any other way.4 / / wish I could stay today5 / / but now I see it was never meant to be this way.6 /
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I hear the silence whisper in my ear. / I feel my fate in what I cannot know. / I follow footsteps neither far nor near. / / As nature surely is not there nor here, / But everywhere and nowhere that we know. / I hear its silence whisper in my
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Living in a distant land / Who of us is left to stand / Against the dark and dangerous foe / For courage now we not know / / For the cry o
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I can see a world so bright / Chasing away an endless night / Leaving forgotten whispers forever / In an attempt of a sweet endeavor / / Ignoring voices of the past / By doing this humans cannot last / Blind to the way we walk / We are ch
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Read and Comment, 2nd part Revised By Debbie
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Just a Random Exercise, feel free to comment
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Thinking of the time gone past,
our fishing lines so calmly cast.
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Don’t ever say my pain isn’t there / That I made it up to be unfair / That I had decided to be a jerk / Just to get out of doing my work / / Maybe I hate this activity / And tend to spread negativity / But there are such better lies / Tha
by oxymoron270
94 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 21 12:54 PM. In Personal, Sad, Life, Society, Thoughts, Rhyme, Rant, Pain, Anger, Hate, Anguish
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I feel pain that you are in / And I know that words cannot begin / To describe the hurt of that loss / In which both our lives now cross /
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by marcusmoore
82 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 20 1:09 AM. In Adult, Life, Sad, Loss, Abortion, Rhyme, Society, Thoughts, Abuse, Raw, Politics
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Some would say I'm young and / some others might say I'm old. / Yet years and time don't matter / when speaking of the soul. / / Everyone makes mistakes and / we all have our regrets. / Even had to share a few and / you've shared a few
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by marcusmoore
165 words, 4 comments,
on Nov 18 4:44 PM. In Adult, Rhyme, Life, Humor, Sad, Personal, Love, Lost Love, Weird
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My music is alive within / A burning passion I must give in / The songs I make are night and day / For my feeling they truly convey / / Wi
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Written in my angst-ridden youth
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and this handle that I'm gripping
is all I got, and it's slipping
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Family Project Three. My #2 son, age 7 was idea man, I wrote the poem, Enoq, age 9 illustrated.
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Family Project Two. My #2 son, age 7 was idea man, I wrote the poem, Enoq, age 9 illustrated.
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Family Project One. My #2 son, age 7 was idea man, I wrote the poem, Enoq, age 9 illustrated.
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A sort of teenage rebellion against parental authority. Written when I was in high school.
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Written when a teenager because a friend challenged me to write a poem on a subject she chose.
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he's a masterpiece / a fucking puzzle piece / that fits so perfectly between her sheets / absolved they dissolve in their sins / but he doesn't quite fit in with your friends / caper caw and late nights with the law / bloodshot eyes / these
by mufinhxc
160 words, 9 comments,
on Nov 11 12:22 AM. In Sad, Dark, Personal, Love, Angst, Thoughts, Rhyme, Pain, Death, Depression, Sadness
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When love is young and new to sprout, / it over whelms and all consumes- / with amorous and mind perfumes. / Putting blinders on the heart-
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I had a dream just the other night / before it was over it made me cry. / We were holding each other on an empty beach. / We were dancing so close we were cheek to cheek. / Then you told me you l
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To make the world a better place / what is it I would do? / The first that comes to mind / is do something nice for you. / Because if I could make you happy / that might make you smile. / Then the wor
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