Best Rhyme Royal Poems

My love is gone, but he has not gone far.
I see his golden locks in waves of wheat,
the blaze of his blue eyes in each bright star;
in dewy blooms of red, his lips so sweet;
his smile in morning sun I rise to greet.
Oh, whether it...

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He wrapped his arms around me 
Never wanting to let go 
I gently whispered in his ear 
Daddy, when you coming home? 

He said I'm off to battle today 
To heal the wounded soldiers cries. 
I don't know when or if I'll be back 
The...

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If you were to come to me Wow
In sight unseen before now
No longer just a vision of your smile

I would want to walk right up and
 wrap my arms around you

Sigh and say ....
"Finally my life is complete"
I prayed that before heaven 
  ...

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North of Nottingham, there lies a wood

Clothed with fern in Dartmouth green

A barefoot Beauty, There she stood

The likes of which, the worlds not seen



A man observes, but undetected

Concealed up in The Major Oak

She drops her hood, quiet unexpected

Gently slipping off her cloak  



This man,...

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Autumn's desires

Your amber-umber eyes, penetrate me
as saffron sun sets on faces, ashen
Your suspicious mind raves with jealousy
as pumpkin winds chill our summers passion
your love transitions to winter's fashion.

Fire and ice keep flowing through your bold veins
Wild imaginations portend cold rains.

I dream of your ruby-red crimson...

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I question Adam’s hymn, O’ Holy Night,
while I retreat upstairs on Christmas Eve
comparing his to mine to fill the night:

His was a quill that spilled of quelling leaves,
of grace contrived to save the petty thieves
once hung from twigs composed of disbelief
condemned to hell for causing...

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Let my eyes celebrate the changing hues 
When canopies display their lovely blends, 
While leaves transform, embracing vivid views 
Let colored leaves fly in fresh autumn winds. 
As sweet summer's season slowly transcends 
There's glory seen in a crimson sunrise.
Susurrate sounds make music in cool...

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The man of faith.
the man that will never has doubt in his mind; 
the man that will be called "saint"
because of his clean heart and kind.

the man of faith.
the man that will always stand on his feet, 
the man of hope; 
the man that believe...

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The Summer closes in an early Fall,
late August with the maples' leafy bleed.

Now crimson whispers echo sirens' call
of nascent frost, to nestle unborn seed,
to glow in fire, then ginger, and indeed,

though swans sing not the day on which they die,
the summer trills its blazing final...

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The life that's long brings to a man a change
Of those traditions then to modern thrill.
May journeys, that we're staid, now rearrange
To open thoughts and chance for a new skill.
Does work march on by rules of a new drill?

The World turns man like marbles in...

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A nation of peace,a nation of pride
A nation that's spread far and wide.
A nation of hope,a nation of joy,
Thats free for all, man,women ,girl and boy.

A nation to give,a nation to take
A nation filled with reggae,socca,calypso and rake and scrape.
A nation of colors; black,gold,aqua....sometimes called...

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See there! She flies about the moor
Upon her favoured mount.
The waving, flowing grassy shore
bears hoofprints all about.
The waves her steed surmounts.
Her hair is flying here and there;
She hasn't thought of care.

Her little sister, Margaret Rose
Thro' panelled glass observes
As Lilibet, the rider, goes
At breakneck turns and...

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i dont ask for alot out  of  this world
just enough to bet by
im not trying to be a multi millionaire
just looking for a small peice of the pie

not trying to buy a great big castle
a simple house will do just fine
and maybe i...

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Beneath an amber shade
 with a translucent hue.
Two hearts are joined as one
 under the light of the moon.

Fireflies glowing,
 within distant sight.
Landscaping beauty,
 on this cool summers night.

Crickets are chirping
 in the fields all around.
Not a word can explain the melody,
 of this hypnotic...

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Midnight Flowers
by: Leonora G. and Her Most Fave 
 and Loving Poetess Linda/PD


I’m roaming around in search of you 
Oh my darling, I’m feeling blue 
From gloaming to midnight, I truly feel, 
Your ubiquitous fragrance… 
‘Though elusive, I believe you are real. 

Where are you...

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