Tag: rhyme
group name: thepoetryreview
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September 11, 2007 03:07 AM EDT --
Sometimes the flow of day’s events
Dissolve me into rhythm, rhyme--
When fragrant air envelopes trees
And breezes trip to music time.
The colors flare their own, no care
To blend a green . . .
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May 17, 2007 03:27 PM EDT --
time cannot be stilled.
it keeps its own clock
ticking past
the sun dials
in the light
of day.
it races through
the window panes
in the sky.
it circles around
weather vanes . . .
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May 19, 2007 09:24 PM EDT --
I'm a tad confused y'know
The tadpole said to the reed,
The tad is a lad who swims all day
Yet is sad beyond the weed.
I come here often, thinking of you
You grew up here with me, . . .
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December 04, 2008 09:55 AM EST --
The trash men clatter the alley cans,
And haul their fruits to dump in the core,
Of a metal monster, of the first degree,
That wakes the world up, tired and sore,
And me I lay here sleepless, . . .
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January 21, 2008 01:30 PM EST --
When late becomes early . . .
When the moon sails by . . .
When stillness prevails . . .
In the nighttime sky
A crash in the underbrush
Sketched lightly by snow
A red fox in downward throes
Pounces . . .
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November 22, 2008 09:20 PM EST --
“She'd kicked me to the floor
I said to myself this ain't no way to have fun
Then she looked me in the eye and said
Your life has just begun” – Daniel Ash , This Love
*************** . . .
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December 21, 2007 09:03 AM EST --
It doesn't matter who you are
Rocketman or superstar
When you've been hit by cupid's aim
Your soul's ablaze with passion's flame
Of love, desire, in swirling gyres
Of taste . . .
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January 11, 2007 04:27 PM EST --
My crush threw in a random word and asked me to write a poem about it. The word was interjection. I wrote the poem (on my laptop) at two in the morning in complete darkness. The thoughts just kept . . .
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March 28, 2007 01:04 AM EDT --
To touch and to feel
The tenderness of your skin
Would be but a dream
Oh, to dream once again.
To hold your precious hands
And to trace with my finger your veins
To feel the life from within you
Your . . .
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October 04, 2007 12:39 PM EDT --
Little girl
At play with pots and cups today;
A cook who puts her plates away—
Joy awhirl!
Little boy
At bat with eyes that strain to catch
The flight of white across the patch—
Swings . . .
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May 19, 2007 01:31 PM EDT --
time is timeless?
how can that be?
to be it and not?
i don't know. maybe.
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January 20, 2008 11:54 AM EST --
Here in my lonely room
Where fingers tap out thoughts
I dream of an active place
Where deeds replace thoughts
Where mouths issue melodies
Where eyes tell me tales
Where legs jump for joy
At the . . .
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May 09, 2008 11:53 AM EDT --
S PAN KY
Did you ever open Pan dora's box
And find a Chim pan zee inside
It's not a Pan thera but still I pan ic
Pan ting a bit, I try to . . .
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February 11, 2007 11:45 PM EST --
I found my first real, “grown-up” poem at the age of nine, in the Rudyard Kipling classic The Jungle Book. One tiger asks another: “What of the hunting, hunter bold?” The . . .
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March 26, 2007 04:21 PM EDT --
To touch and to feel
The tenderness of your skin
Would be but a dream
Oh, to dream once again.
To lie next to your frame
To so closely hold you to me
And to wish with each moment
That this be eternity. . . .
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April 20, 2008 11:59 AM EDT --
Poetry Form: Rhyme
If I could paint your portrait
I'd paint a portrait of you
I'd take an egg-white canvas
Turn the background to blue
With fine . . .
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November 11, 2008 12:20 AM EST --
Dead grass,
Bare trees,
Nothing as depressing as these,
Except the gray sky,
Dark clouds climbing by,
Racing away with the stolen sun.
Dead grass,
Bare trees,
Everywhere . . .
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March 19, 2008 09:16 PM EDT --
"Low figure, son,
I'd say twenty one
Thou."
Like a cow
Facing a sow
He gave him the pow
Of the bargain.
"Cash it in?
It seems a sin.
But if you desire
. . .
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April 12, 2008 05:12 PM EDT --
Crisp breeze of spring
Passes my place
By the river
And sings to me
Of life that is--
As heaven knows--
On water flows
It rustles plants
Whistles fine tunes
Brings to my eyes . . .
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June 20, 2007 08:54 PM EDT --
Thank you, Pat. ( Pat M. ) Your continued support is gratifying. Here’s a poem I dedicate to you and the quest to write. I will publish it as stand-alone, also, in tribute to your inspiration. . . .
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