Best Ottava Rima Poems

"we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love...

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The chaotic cadence of falling rain
begins striking the pavement in evening's hours.
Up on the roof I hear the steady gain

of drops as sprinkling now becomes...

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Bluebells in chime are shadows in training,
beech trees rising in a sheltering sky.
Sunlight peeks through, the merest of raining,
to guide the mauve buds to darkness...

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Oh, Nature’s spree, your artistic scene exceeds!
Quaint the plash of paints upon the frilly bloom  
hued with sunrise splash in skies as night recedes,...

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How many roses since have come and gone?
he thought as he sat looking at her grave.
How many futures had been staked upon
those brilliant blooms to...

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Freezing in the midst of hostile ice monsoon
triggering aching woes beneath blood and bones,
I search for a quilt woven in sanguine rune
silken feathers of clementine...

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"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

At last you’ve come for me, my love, my sweet!
You’ve come through tranquil woodland, with...

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Houston

I wonder if the summer rain was warm
that poured like Pharaoh’s plagues upon the town
as people waded from their homes in swarms
and small craft was...

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Like ballerinas airdropped from on high, 
Snowflakes pirouette to damask the air, 
Tutued geometries dimpling the sky, 
Veil our stinging eyes with arabesque fair. 
Downy...

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Romance is in bloom when it's new and sweet

like rose buds opening. Love is growing!

The flutter feeling each time that you meet;

the kisses and the...

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In times where eyes are fixated at your sins, 
judgment trolls in deceptive double standards. 
When pointing fingers nobody really wins, 
there's no joy in...

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I’m looking forward as I always do
to springtime -when the robin’s trills I hear
which come from trees which years ago we grew.
They bloom in early...

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In the hush of twilight, serenity sings,
its voice, a whisper in the wind that brings
a melody soothing, a tune so mild,
wrapping the world in comfort,...

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It's near midnight, whilst we moonlight walk
Palm tree lined fairway, Crickets singing
Hands clenched in loving vacationed talk
Hearts in wanting pound, Batangas is bringing
We, she and...

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The morning's mists
mix with the
woodland's scent
To fill me with such
wondrous happiness;
I see her wet but
gentle hands are
bent
And reaching out to
touch with
loveliness
The trees, and fills
my heart...

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