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 concurred" 

When heavy clouds shroud the moon with lotus lies, 
we walk through fiery flashes of illusion, 
seeking blurred validation...

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He knew how to turn up the soil and seed,  
Before the sun got hot by summer's glade;    
And on his lips recounting roses creed 
He gently viewed them as they swayed;   
Together in a garden built of tweed...

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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 a shower.
The last of daylight's doves have all been slain
by a murder of crows in midnight flower.

Pins of light in...

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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, 
lush your brush, alive with rays and pinkish plume.
Artsy petals feed her fashionista needs 
draped in shades of goddess dawn,...

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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 close by.
Wind in the forest wafts in refraining.
Violet implores the young they must fly.

But until they're ready fledglings must wait
to...

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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 her he often gave?

What stiff buds like hands in prayer since drawn
in oils on canvas did she seem to crave?

“White...

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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 and gold tones-
body ails, yet spirit soars, sings to the moon,
beyond clouds obscured in kohl sleets of hailstones
whilst rhapsodies of...

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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 the breeze,
along that path where once we used to meet
and with the sunlight streaming through the trees!

With passion in your...

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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 the mode to move around.
Memories lost by tempest's hurt and harm
float pass as muddy waters flood the ground.

The summer rain...

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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 fields we walk, where aureoles tide, 
And white breaths upon your face softly flare. 
As my swooning kiss to your...

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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 knowing you are glowing!

The realizing that you feel complete

and your heart with joy is overflowing.

Nothing else could be more worth...

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There are things I won’t forget about my past.
Lessons, many strewn throughout my heart and soul.
Endless tears sometimes bleed, feel they’ll ever last.
Those tears pass by, and I know they’ve made me whole.
I’ve been blessed to know God wouldn’t leave me downcast.
His love and grace,...

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Your warm touch turns me a blossoming flower 
Your love lit eyes hold the depth of an ocean
Your presence, a soft caress in my bower
May I stay by you in endless devotion.
Through trials of life, you stand like a tower.
In life, you’re careful to proceed...

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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 being defamed and slandered. 
Swimming in an aquarium full of fins, 
sharks will bite your flesh then leave you abandoned....

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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 April. What great cheer
I feel to see them blossoming anew!
Two ornamental plum trees’ petals peer
out from green leaves. These trees,...

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