Best Metronomic Poems

I  cannot stand poetic forms
I like them less than winter storms
they force me into ancient norms
of rhyming words in angry swarms
for I was frightened...

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When her presence trod the oak-hewn boards,
barefoot on the bees wax, lyrical on the shine,
the cypress calm coughed ruffle of her dress,
soaking slapped applause, her...

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Enter the emerald tunnel at dawn
Before a sultry blanket of tell-uric air descends,
Follow the metronomic drip
On which the symphonic faunal orchestra depends

World Heritage renowned
Immersing in...

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Metropolis…
a cackling cacophony of confusion
energizing some and enrages others.
Concrete and steel giants,
loom forebodingly over the masses;
blocking out gifts of the sun.

The maze that tires me...

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above the metronomic constant dripping of a tap

and the deep and heavy ticking of an old grandfather clock

sounds seeped through a window where the night...

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Thirty years on, across our globe, my daily ritual.
Alone, surrounded, marching silently forward,
the vast weight of humanity moving back and forth,
in an awkward dance, street...

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stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath

climbing along the water's surface,
body turning on a skewer,
breathing bubbles,
exhaling fully,
metronomic to a viewer

stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath

fingertips, wrist and elbow angled
each below the other...

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once our world had younger eyes,
time then moving slow;
now this present burning past,
as saplings, children grow;
what has been, was and
what would end,
small slices, measured time;
speak...

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i hate a night as this
minutes turning as the fan
slow and back again
metronomic 
lives slipped past each other
spotlights on dark water
arc light dimming
tenebrous
murmured civilities
faucalized voices
whispers...

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When listening to her heart beat
I can hear the metronomic  murmurs of string
and wind instruments blending
into a susurrous symphony
(expunging note upon note through my...

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Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum
That sound, metronomic beating
Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum
Is that the sound of my breath, my breath leaving my lungs…
Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum
Or the...

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A poem old has verses wrapped in gold 
As rhythmic beauty pours from every line; 
A magic gift with music to behold. 

Sophisticated language ripe...

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Studying the studying
staring back - heavy shiney black
on the coffin road - I stood in the gods
an imposing carrion crow perched
Johnny Cash of fauna
Studying the...

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May I Dance With You


They slide along the streets
waltzing, lost wanderers
safeguarded in the cloak
of anonymity’s invisibility.

Their eyes convey the darkness
of a night that lingers, holds
dawn’s...

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I live for vacant white nights:
devoid of stars and ocean hues,
a loose-leaf tainted ivory sky
that's just a whisper short of true.

Life's metronomic father points
his stale...

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