Best Phonetic Poems

Frigid hard worked
Hands
Shoulders
Goose pimpled cold
Give me texture

Steely seldom blinked
Poker eyes
Wrinkled straight mouth
Smile
Give me chills

Voiceless response
Touch
Less embrace
Romantic impressionism
Give me love...

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My Mother taught me
how to see through language, 
paper was rare, iron ink wasn't free
so she sold some jewelry for porcelain lettering, 
and we clapped...

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I have just reached the end of the school year
giving my last lesson to the last group, as it were
Unlike before, not quite content with...

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Playing with Words is Just a Funny Phase
Philosophical Phil’s phonetic phrase
Magnetized magazines moving in a maze
Generating goodwill in a gazelle’s goofy gaze
Cramping crafty crayfish in...

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Traveling through the jaded discourse
With bartered pen and little remorse
Brandishing sharpened scalpel; tour de force
Unabashedly seeking all texts from lexicon to divorce

Developing underlying themes to...

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I would breathe you in
Like oxygen 
Hyper with no ventilation ,
Asphyxiation
A mellow mush
Together dried 
Crystallized and surprise!
A lightning bolt
Electric jolt for the

Lady of the Labyrinth

Rainbow...

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The Anatomy of a Kural: Maxim Number 245 (taken at random) of the Thirukkural, the Tamil Classic on Ethics by Thiruvalluvar 

allal arulaalvaarkku illai valivalangum

mallalmaa...

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Lick Your Lips - Limerick

An old man chronologically aging                ...

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Mnemonic Devices: Rhyme and Alliteration in the THIRUKKURAL, a random example: Canto 4, K35 by T. Wignesan

alukkaaru avaavekuli innaacchol naangkum
ilukkaa iyanrathu aram (refined, shorn of...

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what is what is not is what is too
there is no separation from the One came two
like Hu am i and i am Hu
both imperative...

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Like the lost sounds of evening bells 
The voices of children pealing 
The last lie of innocence in papyrus away; 
Not the baubled brook in...

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 Is tomorrow the end of March or the beginning of April April one or March 32...

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"O Witless Quill"




O witless quill
sharply dipped in smiles leering
joust they your words
on their egos competing
galloping black stallions, see them fall
shiny armour felled knights
and petulant proud...

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When I was only just school age,  
My dad became very serious once, 
As he was a fundamentalist Christian, 
And wanted to know how...

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to love and to cherish
You
to entangle myself 
in your phonetic mindset
is to relinquish the ever lopsided 
concealment 
which now subsides
within my soul...

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