Best Rhymes Poems

Somewhere deep inside my swirling symphonies, 
In the blades of silence and the clouds of chaos, 
I find you , 
The rhythm of your rhymes, 
The syllables of your sorrows, 
The luminosity of your limericks, 
Cumulating into a concoction of violin vibrancy, 
A dangerous beauty...

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A tender smile, a fleeting glance
     Eyes that meet to touch the soul
Missed beats of hearts and minds, in trance
     A deepened sense of something whole
To feel that urge, beyond control
     To share...

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This one goes out to a special poetry souper.
Dedicated to an unknown rhythmic ink trooper.
Her poetic pen is mightier than any sword,
she cares not for attention nor craves to be adored.
Not a daily poster, but like petals her words grow,
releasing deep thoughts like tranquil rivers...

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In rhymes sublime I dream that I’m in summer time,
recalling green and the lake pristine where we would go.
To find the lake, a trail we’d take and then we’d climb!
With no worry, in no hurry – we took it slow.

Chipmunks we’d see; we’d laugh with...

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Two hearts of lovers that beat as one,
                 Ignite each soul while kissing under the sun....

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In the rain I see clear...
Through the clouds I can hear...

Behind a wall I can write...
Scribing words in the night...

Moonlight shines on every line...
Sunrise brings the final rhyme...

See the world in my view...
From dreams to words it all grew......

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Loo humour it is my forte
Risqué rhymes, I’ll write night and day 
I’ve finished next book
Will you dare to look
It’s naughty – that’s all I will say!
...

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I heard taunting echoes and scurrilous snarls.
It was my conscience, and I listened as it spoke
in accusations, contemptible remarks aimed at me.
Shameful words delivered to break my fallen spirit.
In mocking voice of Shakespeare's Hamlet, I heard,

"Fatuous one, why does your writing hand quiver,
mimicking the trembling...

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My words are birds hatched from ideas
and nourished by my own opinions, beliefs and memories.
Nature too provides me with inspiration and wings to fly!
I build nests using poetic devices and various poetry forms – often rhymed.

nests of many thoughts
creatively constructed . . .
birdlings I set...

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Just passing by
to say a sweet hi.
You need not ask why
and please don't tell me bye
cos, If I say I do not fear that, I lie.

I am ready to take up wings and fly
reaching any heights no matter how high
provided it will lead me to...

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Stars brightly shine, up in the sky,
like peridots aching to fly,
unfurling sage dreams so divine.
Up in the sky, stars brightly shine.

I know not rhymes, to weave these views,
but in mere ethereal hues,
I knit violet prose sometimes.
To weave these views, I know not rhymes.

I see the...

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Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes for adults?

 One, two Buckle My Shoe  

One,  two,  Got caught cheating on you
Three, four, we got a divorce
Five, six, how much do I get?
Seven, eight,I have a hot date
Nine, ten, Got married again!

 Do Your Ears Hang...

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There's a poet called the Aura of Rhymes,
whose grammar is full of poetic crimes,
but she doesn't give a damn,
shows she's not an AI scam.
Her words still enchant like charming wind chimes....

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I have lost more lines				
        than I have written				
           for they often come unbidden
              ...

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“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg.

Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Stirring souls, poetry just knows,
Love, fire, boldest winds of desire,
Rains blessing, song without a choir.

Words pouring out soft, gentle prose,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Glistening dreams, love to extremes,
Beckoning...

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