Best Rhythmless Poems

Blank pages strewed high on my desk in pain,
For now, I heard the squelch of death again,
It had echoed from my emptied inkwells,
As dying words crept from a mind that quells,

Pilfered hands scrawl at piles for hopeful hints,
A gleam, as much as a sign to...

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The bright lights come on the curtain is set
A clattering of wooden heads survey
Puppeteering all those nodding dolls
Tied to heads and woken up by strings
A song a dance to a rhythmless beat
The puppets now on their wobbly feet
My favourite marionette comes down
To do his act...

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splintered moons are always moving over my night skies
and shooting stars always are greeted with a surprise
sunsets, in autumn, always fall with the leaves that let go
and someday you will eventually know 
that everything happens for an unknown reason 

shadows stretch as each night dims...

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Vasava – 
An untold story                                        ...

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Not Of This Earth
Poetic Form: Narrative

Asymmetric mistrals warp speckled vaporous pallidness toward rhythmless voids. Obviates an evacuating azure as a midday star pivots to a twilight qualm. Numinous absent souls of supine prying pupils, yon ethers sinister obscurities,...

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Today I am
querulous
my foot taps a rhythmless tattoo
my fingers roam unfulfilled

this bolus of undetermined want
slides down my throat, 
invertebrate,
lodging in my stomach

dull, 
as a faint scratching on a prison wall, 
carving out the days

heavy,
as a stone unquarried and uncut, 
the sculptor indecisive, reluctant to take...

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THE CRACK ON THE WALL

The pillar of which I stand has fallen
After you bed my sister and, the world
Has gone against you before I do.
You singer of royal song, your drums are
Dumb to my ears now and forever shall they.
You walks with blemish in your...

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She tried
She tried so hard
Not to make a mistake
She covered all her flaws
Pacing through life on tipped toes
Trying so hard not to make a mistake
But that in itself was the mistake
She was meant to live
She was meant to love
She was meant to jump
She was meant...

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The water whispers to those who listen.
The stones speak to those who are near.
The Forests shout to all who pass.
Countless women and men,
Countless ephemeral voices
whispering in unison. shh. Listen.
Listen to the voices of nature.
Each a unique sound, screaming.
Screaming in joy of simply existing.
A scream of...

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Concourse with no passenger limits
Un-restricted access to all corridors
Freely navigating space and time
Winding aimlessly along each meter
Easy, un-restrained, rhythmless strides
No pattern to my steps
Pausing for no apparent reason
Deliberately browsing through each strand
Informally addressing every subject I meet
Disconnected from the discourse around me...

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Timing is the key to whether
Many things pan out.
We wait too long, we’ve missed the boat;
We know what that’s about.

Procrastination may cause
Opportunities to fade
And then regret kicks in
For the decisions we’ve not made.

The timing of a venture
May determine its success.
Too soon or late may wreck...

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He broke more then just her heart,
He also made her blood run cold.
She nolonger felt the warmth of her soul,
The flutter in her heart it used to hum,
When she laid in his arms.
It's now a rhythmless fod.
The shattered mind he left behind,
With the ending of...

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Poetless II
Poetic Form: Couplet

Blank pages strewed, across the desk of pains,
in a tongue-tied state, censured writer wanes.

The silent voice echoes hollow inked wells,
of dying words crept from a mind that quells.

Overwrought grips, scrawl at piles of long since,
mayhaps...

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Ensembles of little wonder,
rattle the mind amiss,
percussing each muse asunder,
more a kick drum than a kiss.
Inherent absurdities,
on which I plaster a smile,
mortified in memories,
regressing all the while.
Through breathless interlude,
studied demeanours lie,
I pray for beats of solitude…
to distract my rhythmless eye.

 

 

 
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