Best Alliterative Poems

W  afting wonder world-wide
A   stonishing, astounding artistry
R   apier-like Rennaisance rhymes
R   enascent, radiant resonance
I    ndigo inkwells of incense
O   mniscient, omnipotent originality
R   evered, redoubtable Romantic 


   Fly to Heaven on poetic...

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Rising Rituals 

ravishing rawness
ravenous raunchy relief
riveting repeats


Special Someone

sultry seductions
sinful sensations surface
seeking saucy stars

Taming Taboo

teasing temptations
tremendous titillations
tempting the tyrant




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July.19.2020
Let the Pens Flow ~Alliteration Poetry
Sponsored by~ Jenish Somadas...

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My conscience came to a clearing,
Freed from clamorous cacophony
Of criers, critics, and claimants
  That commonly carp at me.

Calm, cool contemplation
Called out its care and concern:
Consider a commitment to courage
  Fortitude's clear-headed urn.

Calculating quickly a crisis,
I had come to the critical curve:
Could I commit...

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3/1/2011

~seasonal serpents
       poisonous serpentine shapes...
           slither salty seas

      For and in Honor of Chris Aechtner
And Contest: Alliterative Haiku...

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Scientific systems sometimes seem strangely simple, so say I.
Complex calculations can cause casual, concentrated conversations.
--- Sometimes I can be STUPIDLY SMART.

I literally love laughing at little, light Limericks.
Finally feeling fantastic following Friday’s frenzied finish.
--- Sometimes I FEEL SO GOOD IT HURTS.

Positive people perpetuate pleasant personalities.
Obviously...

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Abecedarian poems are also known as alphabetical sequential writings.
Being deviously different and difficult to
Compile, compose and complete.  Consequentially combining
Determination and deviant, driven poets devote determined time, and  
Exercise extreme etymological enthusiasm 
For forging a fitting composition that
Guarantees generous grades, and gracious responses.
Hardly a...

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Although amateurs are annoyingly apt at aping another’s avocation, 
All artists accord another’s art acceptance, 
As any artwork asks appreciation, 
And after all, all artists are allusive, anyhow.


October 21, 2019
Reformatted October 30, 2019...

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dull dark December -
devastation's depression
descends...

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I often wondered why man-made laws fail.
They are canny compromised concoctions
Agreed to by gregarious, greedy
Souls with agendas. Agents for the rich.
These representatives repeatedly
Parrot party politics to pave the
Way to enactment. Actors on a stage
Playing roles with planned scripts from you know whom.
Feigning their motions with...

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Little lavender lumps of lollipops
poke platinum pumpernickel
and pea-green pomegranates
with a bright blue tomato touching
the pink pineapples painted
on a double-drawered dresser,
creating cockamamie cravings 
for fire flaming red ice cream
on a checkered coconut cone
with winter white watermelon
juice just to wash it down!

Perhaps, then again, azure artichokes
found floating...

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While Wendy* writes with whimsy, wit,
Poor Peter pens pedantic prose.
Sonya spins sublime, sweet sonnets,
Bernardo’s ballads badly blow.

How heavenly has Heather honed,
Alas, Alicia: anguish, angst.
Tammy’s timbre: thrilling, tasteful.
Ralph’s rhymes: repeating, rarely ranked.

Seems some sing sharp, succinct, short songs;
Oft others’ odes, odd, obfuscate.
Muses marking / missing meter,
Enrapture...

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UNCONSCIOUS ART
blot splotch
 chance blotch...

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The blade buried     beneath the burning.
Old hopes lost, back    in the lash of battle.
One man walks      along the winded mount,
Turning slowly,      the sun-silvered seas
Draw his heart  ...

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Hard to bear     and heart breaking,
The bitter sight     of the shining One,
Broken in body     still bold of spirit.
Spite driven nails    gnaw the wrists,
Brow torn open by    ...

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I am not the perfect poet,
you and I both know it,
though surely we could share,
our time with rhyme and reason,
springtime, snowdrop, couplets,
summer days of sunshine sonnets,
autumnal skies of falling paper leaves, 
winters filled with warming verse?

Perhaps I've been too scared,
to tempt, or fraternise with fate,
now...

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