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A Rhyming Poem

Where do I start Rhyming is my game Trying something different Just wouldn't be the same Sometimes words come easy That's not always true I try to tell a story Of me or maybe you I don't know where it comes from I don't know where it goes But the final destination... "HEY". Nobody knows Rockman :-)

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Ilene Bauer

Date: 8/1/2012 2:46:00 PM

as a fellow rhymer, i can appreciate what you're saying here and i agree wholeheartedly! thank you for your wonderfully supportive comments on my poems - much appreciated! we rhymers have to stick together...

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 7/29/2012 7:13:00 AM

a poetic adventure Rockman.. light and lilting lines to uplift the reader.. so appreciate your sweet critique' of my work.. I was named "Sweetheart" of P.S. by H.G.Garvey Esquire ..a premier poet here when I first joined in 2009..the name stuck so I try to live up to the meaning of the word..hope this clarifies for u luv..

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/24/2012 5:57:00 PM

Sometimes I know where the poem is going, sometimes I don't, that's for sure!! After being here awhile, I agree with you, rhyming is usually more fun to read at least, although there are some mighty fine free verse poems to read as well! Thanks for visiting Dark Angel. I certainly did not have Dark Knight in my mind when I wrote it, but it is strange how it coincides with that dark event in our history!

Joyce Johnson

Date: 7/5/2012 12:01:00 AM

This is pretty much the way I write my poetry too. It comes and I have to write it down. Thanks for reading and commenting on my latest posting. I meant to show two would be lovers who had been just missing each other and had not yet met. One is searching the other is waiting and longing. Very young and idealistic they are. I will read more of you soon. It's been a long day. Love, Joyce