Me Alliteration Poems | Examples
These Me Alliteration poems are examples of Alliteration poems about Me. These are the best examples of Alliteration Me poems written by international poets.
Eating your leafy words
Is wise,
Not absurd,
Not a vitamin guise.
Sweet logorrhea of crimson carrots
And great golden potatoes
With blueberry beauties
Nibbling newborn walnuts.
Sage sachets invoke lucid lentils lore,
Rosy resonance forevermore.
The tastiest side salad awaits
With vanilla visions for all my mates.
I'm coherently linking leafy greens,
A poet's realm of vegetable things.
Linking lavender to raspberry resonance,
Merry mustard seeds, and petite pumpkins.
Starlit sunflower seeds are swirling
While the ivory cauliflower is boiling,
And raspberries on broomsticks baffle
The mischievous umber mushrooms.
Those who eat dinner with me
Will digest split pea poetry,
A discerning dinner with glee,
Filling our carefree cups with timeless tea.
Like Simon and me
Phorgiving a Pharisee
Is done Jesus-ly
Like Isaiah, we
Say here I am Lord send me
With Gospel decree
Phorgiving someone
Is the loving thing to do
Convocation-ly
It is the PSabbath
We will pray and sing psalm psongs
Rightly and greatly
Lord we praise You now
Holy, holy, holy is
Lord God Almighty
Phorgive us our
Pharisaical, sinful
Heart attitudes towards You
Help us to be more
Like Jesus, Who gave His life
Fulfilling God’s law
Even so come quick
-ly, we pray as the psalmist
Awake, Arise Lord
So phorgive us Lord
Repent unrepentant we
Graciously Jesus
Oh silly
You don't need to be an individual
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't need to want me too
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't need to think for yourself
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't need your own personality
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't get to speak for yourself
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't get to have an opinion
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't get to drive a car
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't get to feel respected
I'm your man
Oh silly
You won't get to know what it feels like to be loved
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't get to run away from me now
You let me be your man.
I have no sect other than Islam
Companions, all of them are my pole star
Judge me judge by Quran and tradition
Apply to me Sharia: Rule of Islam nation
Hand that it cuts doesn't suffer doesn't feel pain
Head that it executes doesn't face cruelity in judgement day
It is straight it is truth it is light and it shines
It is the the most reliable path up to apocalypse, reigns
Obeying its rules generations lived in peace along centuries
With its justice raised nations with honor and glories
For christians and jews as a judge used Torah
But do they really contented with rule of Barnabas
If you are faithed subject to its clean orders
Do not leave the judgement to apocalypse courthouse
When winter winds have withered stubble,
Mother Mary maddens me,
whispering words of wonder:
what are we?
I find the farm a fraction futile,
loving life in Larame:
take the truck to Tucson, Tina
or Tracy, Tennessee.
Aardvarks are mere armadillos,
such as subtle souls can see:
pecans suck for plumping pillows:
chambermaids are chowder-free.
Santa Clara’s not a state,
a splurge is not a spree:
Grindr Graham isn’t straight:
Superior ain’t no sea.
Why Dad?
Why did you have to go
Why did you leave me
Why did you pretend something never happened
Why did you put me in this situation
Why did you yell at me
Why did you tell me you still loved my mom
Why did you leave me with trauma
Why did you lie to me
Why did you overdose twice
Why did you lie about your pass
Why did you stay
Why did you say what you said
Why did you gaslight me
Why did you strip me of my childhood
Why did you write poems
Why did you need me
Why did you go to the mental hospital
Why did you make me cry
Why did you say my sister is your favorite
Why did you cause me to write this poem
Why dad?
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the possibilities now,
feel a million times m o r e
- yes
than ever before.
while the world
reacts and retraces
every word
and everything in between -
until the column is clean.
~ ~ you’ll find me content
in the heart of poetry ~ ~
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* such a beautiful place to be *
( simply sharing moments )
Nine, five, one, three—
Is that truly all that remains of you?
What fragments of me linger in your mind?
If only you would take a moment to slow down
And gaze upon the world that unfolds before you.
Your way of life is shrouded in enigma.
Your sixth sense, paired with your keen understanding of women,
Collapses like a carefully arranged stack of dominoes —
So unsettling, so uncertain, so trapped in its own confines.
Please, help me unravel the intricacies of your thoughts.
You've often claimed that men are creatures of folly,
Incapable of taming their wild impulses,
As many chase after fleeting desires
And consume whatever is placed before them: so you said.
Sister, sister, if only you could just slow down,
For we are already halfway through this journey.
When a past love transforms into merely a chapter
In the book of our lives,
It signals that you have reached the finish line of that phase.
His number still drifts endlessly in my mind—
Nine, five, one, three, is all that you have left of him.
Please, help me grasp the depths of it all,
Why is it so difficult to truly love?
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reflection is my sanctuary, a place to savor
time while twirling tender thoughts gently
in my mind -
embracing excitement within,
and this sweet taste of love
but at this moment,
i long to r e p l a y
a familiar tune
on a vintage turntable
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while thinking of you
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somehow it brings me closer,
so curl around me and s t a y
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~ ~ because we belong ~ ~
in rhyme and in song
I knew, and you knew, that if I listened to "Unchained Melody,"
I would have given up yesterday. Without the praises and disappointments, those long, deep sighs experienced during moments of passion, our love felt superficial in comparison. Everything changed when I saw his face in my dreams. Suddenly, the sweet melodies of Gheorghe Zamfir's "Unchained Melody" called me back, and I became the Greek goddess you never heard of. I am free.
My last sigh and our final embrace have turned to dust bunnies, leaving only one reminder: your brown jar of honey, untouched, sticky, and outdated, much like your attempts to seduce me. Those negligees you once loved faded in color, just like yesterday's tears. Everything we once shared in this world now feels so unreal.
I am free, free to love with each breath and each melody, despite the intimidation. We were everything, and I welcomed those nights. However, I am now the brave heart of my soul. My fear has subsided, and my smiles are long overdue. A new secret reveals itself. Close all doors.
Come pick Cherries with me on this Crystal day
Let's Walk Where We can only see trees
Why don't We get out of the house and go Where it's sunny
Maybe we Should go make Sand castles in the Sunny Skies
The sun sinks slow when dreaded dark overflows
giving mere mortals moments to reflect
all that passes in the day these moments take away
and each influence intrinsically inspect
we have known of old the conflict we are told
is the battle between bad and good
what is right, what is wrong, we must make morals strong
gain empathy, love, and brotherhood
if we could just see with our eyes set free,
only hear when wind whispers silent songs
there might be a better you, maybe a kinder me
in the wisdom of these quiet sing-alongs
a mother bird feeds her babies and I hear the words
rhythmic refrains ringing peace into my heart
'His eye is on the sparrows’,and more of you He knows
comfort “every little thing is gonna be all right’ emparts
Turn down the power.. if just for an hour...
sit still and hear nature sing
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i know
the moment the wind becomes more than a melody,
when shapes skillfully surround me
because of the sun -
i can feel you.
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~ love is in the air ~
and
the welcome of a summer shadow
Sunday June 1st, 2025- Poem of the Day
Brandishing the lightning lance, the sun arrives,
The mighty, majestic monarch of the day.
Kissing the mouldy mountain rows, he comes
Banishing mist and frost from night’s blotched brow.
In what rich ruby ring of radiance, he appears
Smearing and splotching liquid gold, he gracefully moves
With sparkling splashes, the world becomes bright
The prompt and punctual rooster raises his raucous revelry.
Birds and beasts wake up from their slumberous sleep.
The feathered folks tweet and twitter in harmonious notes.
The verdant vales below send up a welcoming sign.
The leaves stay bright tipped with dainty droplets of dew.
Morn, the bashful, mousy maiden with modest grace,
Peeps and peeks through half drawn curtains in the East.
Removing all trace of a tarnished yesterday,
The day arrives making me smile in burgeoning bliss.
Say you hate me,
For we all know it's true,
Say you hate me,
For my tears are streaming blue,
Say you hate me,
With little words left to play,
Say you hate me,
So we can wash this hate away,
Say you hate me,
For we know you do,
Say you love me,
But if you did it wouldn’t be true,
Say you hate me,
Because I hate you.