Best Rhythm Poems
"In my fragile little ship, I sail, sail
In the tempestuous sea of life
Dodging life's pressures, to doldrums outlast"~ by poet
Breathing in and out the notes of life,
from first cry to last sigh, you sing
you sing.... unbeknownst
unbeknownst to you as to
what tunes and notes of life
you will be singing..
but you keep singing... taking cues
taking cues from the
rhythm of the twirl of time.
As you warble to the ticking of time
sometimes...
a melody is created
and the moment becomes lovely -
when your hum is harmonious to
the rhythm, tempo, and dynamics of life.
Listening to that melody - so sweet,
buds of love and peace bloom straightaway
in vibrant colours
to savour and celebrate
the beautiful moment:
a moment as beautiful
as the sweet smile of a child
and as peaceful as the
stillness of a meditation hall.
At times, your voice cracks
you sing outside the range
hitting the wrong note...
and.........oh........
you slip down the stairs
the last step extending down to
the hassles and hard times of life...
like a banana peel
in an already slippery road,
like a dust in the eye
that blurs your vision,
like that of a Wordle game
that leaves you totally clueless.
Such wrong notes
in your song of life
leave you in dismay
like a torn page in a book:
you get dejected, dispirited, and disheartened
and a confused state of mind follows.
But you know you should not stop
you need to ignore the wrong note you struck
not a wince, blink or a pause..
you have to just move
on and on...
and get your mojo back
to continue carolling
the rest of your notes of life
in accordance to the
rhythm of time...
Date: 02/24/2022
'F' form - Free verse - New - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme Chosen: Life
First Place
Poem Of The Day on 02/24/2022
My favourite pastime:
crafting poetry in rhyme
but not so this time
Ordered by Debbie:
from your comfy box break free
haiku it will be
Debbie, what's with you
to rhythm and rhyme I'm true
I loathe haiku
I'll stay in my sphere
sans rhythm poetry's *****
Oops! I rhymed in here
The maracas of leafy trees
whisper rhythms to the wind,
a quiet song of December.
Four days---- left to go---
till the year ends,
and time spills forward,
its hands brushing past us,
softly, relentless.
You and I,
counting moments,
the weight of years
settling like dew-----light, inevitable
somethings are done, a lot many left undone
but the ceaseless march of time moves forward.
But here in the enchanting garden,
under the sun’s gentle gaze,
age is a story written in roots and petals,
a bench painted green with memories
What is there to grieve,
when old feels like this-----
and life hums softly
in the company of trees?
I dance when my eyes blink
I dance to touch your soul with an indelible ink
I dance when my heart sings
I dance to give a caged bird its wings
I dance when my soul sobs
I dance to the happiness of the harvested crops
I dance when my spine shivers
I dance to soothe your nerve tremors
I dance when I rise high to the sky
I dance to add glister to your gloomy eye
I dance when I sink to the bottom of the earth
I dance to celebrate the revival of hope on its rebirth.
I dance when my head droops in the darkness of enigma
I dance to the rhythm of the words that give a third degree to dogma.
I dance when my hands tremble in the frozen forest of fear
I dance to provide warmth to the icy days of the calendar year
I dance when my hair strands race through the waves of the air
I dance to the giggles of the roller coaster at the children's fair.
I dance when my fate gets flipped
I dance to outspread the wings of love that were violently clipped.
I dance when your fingers tickle the veins of a flute
I dance to digest the harsh reality of a bitter truth.
I dance when a mother experiences the baby bumps
I dance to wipe the tears of abandoned moms.
I dance when success embraces my best friend
I dance to drive the dunes of disaster away to their far end.
I dance when it rains
I dance to turn the barren land into a green belt of grains.
I dance to my wishes
I dance to my fears
I dance to my smiles
I dance to my tears
I dance to my blood flow
I dance to my inner glow
I dance when I am low
I dance when I lose my show
Dance is in Me
Dance speaks about Me
Dance completes Me.
The storms were strong with the wind fierce and the waves high
Always trying to stay afloat, to not drown and try to learn to fly
Survival became a way of life, to make it through opposing current
While I spoke the truth, they lashed at me, twisting what I meant
It was cold, so cold, many times in the middle of the dark night
When everything good, seemed to be completely out of sight
Then one day when the sun did rise, he suddenly came along
I could hear the rhythm of a soothing, comforting, distant song
The waters calmed like a mirror of glass, I could see reflections
It had been so long and I didn’t have the usual objections
It was different as the scenery slowly evolved and changed
As I adapted to new things and my thoughts were rearranged
Although without wings, I was flying, but no longer alone
Across the sphere of clear skies, where the wind had blown
Heidi Sands
9/28/17
When yesterday’s song forfeited rhythm
And past surrendered to dreams undone,
Spontaneous clamor of poignant echoes
Shattered her image in saddened mirror
Disillusioned by her heart’s revelation.
Merely clinging to clutches of hope
In tomorrow’s beats yesteryears roared
Willing to patronize fixation of love,
Though it was just an optical illusion
In lovelorn expanse of parched desert.
In intrigue of his chivalry she implored
When his seasons evoked spring blossoms
And horizons charmed sunny summers—
Until she realized how spurious glitter
Sparkles from the heart of faux gemstones.
Dismayed, she exits at portal to nowhere
Forced to navigate in sea of despair
When he parted for a new destination.
Expansive is the realm of her new world
Where mixed emotions anxiously ponder,
Yearning tangible results from intangible future
Holding fate accountable to promises of yore.
January 28, 2020
Placed 2nd: Eight word challenge 1, 2020 poetry contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Required words are used in following order:
spontaneous, revelation, patronize, fixation,
intrigue, portal, navigate, tangible
HM: Strand choice 12 contest by Brian Strand
under a doting amber moon
beneath rolling crescent waves
the mermaid of his dreams
sways gracefully in rhythm
with his vacillating moods
capriciously oscillating
from depths to
crystal blue lagoons
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on December 15, 2019 for contest STRAND SPECIAL 3, ANY FORM, ANY THEME sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Originally posted on May 17, 2019
Old ideas, more like character defects--
no way to pay bills or get paychecks.
Mind-aching explosion,
put up the road blocks,
ticking like a time bomb or a grandfather clock.
Time's up, make a decision,
something you can live with--
space just to breathe and enough room to pivot.
Exquisite provisions--
invaded by religion.
Predicaments that can change one's whole way of livin'.
Conditions,
they can make you
or absolutely break you.
Be wise with the lifestyle and morals that you take to.
Make haste not to
delay the truth inside the prelude
and maybe one day you
will finally have a breakthrough.
The touch of spring
A dream with no sleep
Rewind back and forth
Yellow light, I'm gonna smile
Just for me to be
With all of my heart
Living those moments
with joy and enthusiasm
02.05.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Love is not love if only in books and songs
In romantic movies and poems it belongs
It is life itself; an experience we share
A personal history of concern, commitment and care
Love is a voice that will soothe and caress
A heart that is uneasy, a mind in distress
It is a look that says, "I'm here, I know life isn't fair.
Pour out your troubles, I'll listen, I'll always be there."
Love is a smile, on both the lips and the eye
A suggestive twinkle and a warm good-bye
It is a message that needs no gesture or voice
Yet, in that twinkle it says, "In your company, I rejoice."
Love is the soft touch of one hand in the other
The gentle massage of one heart by another
That occurs when those fingers do gently squeeze
And say, "As long as we are together, life will be a breeze."
Love is not love if only in an expensive jewel or gift
Can it offer us comforts, our flagging spirits lift
Love is life itself, the acts that are done
When two hearts celebrate with the rhythm of one.
[NOTE:This is just a bit of silly fun]
Beat out this rhythm baby,
You can surely do it baby,
Beat out this rhythm to the clock!
Beat out this rhythm baby,
There’s no room in it, for maybe,
Do it, with a goofball in a sock!
There, is no room for error,
We can pull this off together,
Beat out our rhythm with your sock!
If you feel you cannot play,
Try it out, another day,
Our rhythm will, never cease to shock!
So:
Beat out our rhythm baby,
There’s no room in here for maybe,
Never mind those people who will mock!
Beat out the rhythm baby,
Do it like your acting crazy,
Smash up everything that’s in the shop!
tantalizing Tulips announced their delightful arrival soon,
magnificent world waking up after a frosty winter dream
tiny buds glistening gleefully on dancing rose branches,
invite for a pleasant stroll on tender glossy grass gleam ~
Bluebells and Daffodils create colourful fresco of flowers
Hyacinth, Crocuses glow joyfully in shower of sunshine,
lustrous leaves fantasy of an enchanting enticing summer...
birds ecstatic chirp melodious rhapsody symphonic divine ~
gorgeous Spring embarking with a jubilant triumphant pace,
chilly winter leaves with harsh biting wind and shimmering snow,
flirting around butterflies kiss the dainty softest petals ...
from my window I watch harmonious Nature's magical show ~
May 5, 2022
Spring Rhyme - 8 to 12 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
She once met a man called Noel,
He was a musician of rock and roll,
They sang and played music into the night,
When she is with him she doesn’t get a fright.
Then He turned to her and said...
You’ve got the rhythm in you,
You’ve got it in your shoes,
You’ve got it in your bones,
You’ve got it in your toes,
You’ve got it in your hair,
You’ve got it everywhere,
You’ve had it from the start,
You’ve got it in your heart.
Through the wind they whispered singing softly,
Into the crack of dawn, morning light...
At 6am she fell asleep,
Subconsciously she heard a creep...
She woke up and he wasn’t there,
She called for his name,
It was like he didn’t care,
She was going insane!
She still hears those words at night,
Though unable to see Him through sight.
You’ve got the rhythm in you,
You’ve got it in your shoes,
You’ve got it in your bones,
You’ve got it in your toes,
You’ve got it in your hair,
You’ve got it everywhere,
You’ve had it from the start,
You’ve got it in your heart.
By: Ava Douglass Age: 12
The voice inside me writes,
Every dawn with no reason nor cause,
Just wandering those hands down the page painted white,
Singing the chorus of words, with no pause.
Every morning with no reason nor cause,
When inspiration weaves like a thread into my brain,
Singing the chorus of words, with no pause,
I feel the rhythm of those bouncing words through my vein.
When inspiration weaves like a thread to my brain,
My feelings are painted on an uneven page,
I feel the rhythm of those bouncing words through my vein
I connect my heart and brain to my feelings with no pain nor rage.
My feelings are painted on an uneven page,
With an unsteady hand on uneven line,
I connect my heart and brain to my feelings with no pain nor rage,
Writing scrolls of would be wonders of my own design.
With an unsteady hand on uneven line,
Just wandering those hands down the page painted white,
Writing scrolls of would be wonders of my own design.
The voice inside me writes.
Twilight Whispers
Our whispers during twilight,
highlight a mystical moment
of owl-light during our special
walk together in this lush forest.
This moment captures for us a
period of true tranquility where
issues, problems, and other earthly
worries carry no weight, no penalty.
Holding hands now, we walk slowly,
whilst gently speaking to one another
in whisper-like tones bespeaking a
mythic rhythm now that’s one with
our souls and the spirits of this forest.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 5, 2018 (Free Verse)