Beat Poems - Poems about Beat

A DAY ON THE BEACH CAN'T BE BEAT written for "Choose One Image Poetry Contest," Mystic Rose, sponsor Two ears of corn on the sand, With no sunscreen, they thought it was grand. They basked in the rays, In a golden haze, Till they popped like a snack, so unplanned! ...

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Without a word I slip out of bed and a thousand conversations run through my mind as I walk barefoot across worn carpeting. Two nights ago, I barely made it home while driving through a deluge and water on the roads. I defied the warnings and survived as bolts of lightning laced the sky. I was the storm. I was the silence. Now as the sun pokes...

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Beat the heat, beat the heat You’re on the hotseat Beat the heat, you’re on the hotseat Drink lots of water, drink lots of water You really had...

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Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat, Red eyes might grow tough to handle mettle... That Is how small the mind could be to beat. Finger might flip up hints to pure deceit, Somewhat so close to Cain's stunt on Abel; Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat. Alcohol could have actualised such treat, Upon rage within, ever...

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A woman sitting in an old house herself, counting paper clips. Every day, was a creaking workday that reminded her addiction was in freedom— meanings of being young, being old, being in love with the back then. She’s not a fan of not being a fan of new movies. But who can blame her for blaming herself? A helicopter that flies over the barren desert land...

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My poetry may not be high-falutin, but sometimes it is rootin tootin; sometimes it it sweet and sad, sometimes it is awful bad. Just as beauty is in the eye... a poem does not have to justify itself to you or me, it just simply has to be. Dedicated to those of us who don't understand a beat of meter....

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Beat the drum softly, and beat it with heart, Lay down a rhythm that rises from soul; Small though indeed is the size of our part, That which it is, we can still play in full. Loud are the clashes that crash from the street, Ominous thunder that thrashes from storm; Myriad pacing of multitude feet, Let still not chaos be your...

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[Verse 1] Can you still remember, How we used to burn? Every line we scribbled, Made the whole world turn. Crowds would fade around us, But your eyes held the room, We danced between the silence, And lit up every tune. [Pre-Chorus] You whispered freedom, Right into my skin, Every word you breathed, Pulled me back in. [Chorus] These hearts can beat again, If we just find the flame, Girl, breathe me...

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True lovers everywhere, Romance charms in the air, Smiles from them anywhere, Hearts beat true, debonair, Our love, such froth and bubble, Can ease off any trouble, Lovers' hearts in diverse shades, Ever flower in romance glades....

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the three things that t h r i l l b e a t ...

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was the whiskey and the jazz playing On too many black nights with too Many lonely women and not a poem Between them How many times can you run From the shadow of the voices that Surround you Beating like drums in the darkness Tasting more of your flesh each time Not leaving enough for a man to breathe No way for a man to...

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RAINING HEARTBEAT My supreme heartbeat. echoing sweet thunder, as its cloud, raindrops love:-...

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What happened to the old ‘Do-wop’ piano triplets and ‘bop-she-bop’ Romantic ballads juke-box kissed disco nights now wrapped in mist Brian...

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We hear the music of life And we are compelled to dance forever We dance to the lyrics Of falling snowflakes And to the rhythm Of swaying trees We dance to the harmony Of birds in flight for winter And to the song Of the honey bee queen We dance to the tempo Of deer frolicking in the meadows And to the count Of the woodpecker’s aim We dance...

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And I'm concerned, afraid, got the railroad crossing blues and the jazz that plays so low and desolation looms like the ghost of Christmas past/ And the band wraps up and it's time to go home but the blues is still crawling around inside my head like desolation and the lone watchman/on the peak is...

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