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adventure, growing up, hip hop, repetition, word play
A ONE STEP AT A TIME ©
Life is but a hopscotch path
Players vying for placement
Rules to follow aground
Tokens used for good luck
Practice runs lead to safe landings
Over ever-changing terrains
Hop skip and jump!
Land on a crack
You break your Mudder’s back
Marbles fill a bag of loot
Once directed into home holes
Missed turns are your takings
Marbled cat eyes forever coveted!
Crayons come in packs
Pick a colour to your taste
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Black is for rain clouds
Gone is a sun yellow
A is for Apple-
B is for Bunny-
C is for caterwauling
Letters up for a draw
Lettered tongues speak
The bad, good and the ugly
Making mountains out of mole hills!
Name-calling never hurts
Pain hurts from thrown stones
Calling one to take a chance
Towards another hopscotch
With hop skips and jumps
One step, two steps, three steps more!
Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m up for a quickie
Do you fancy one too?
13th February 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
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HIS ROSE, HER DEATH
All she had wanted was a red, red rose,
That would quell the love of that handsome man,
Alas! The rose tree was in winter's throes,
Unable to birth a rose of her plan;
So she said she will sing the whole night long,
With her heart against the thorn of that tree,
"Love is greater than life", rang out her song,
As her life blood fashioned his love ruby;
Yet, when her heart burst out in pain thereof,
When the crimson petals slowly opened,
He was not there to see her die for love,
Nor did he feel that love with blood deepened;
"Trust me baby, this is love," her last breath,
He never found out his rose was her death.
07/11/17
Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017
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One
Chloee? Yes Reginald!
Why do they call us Dachshunds, Wiener Dogs?
Maybe they call you a Wiener Reginald!
You cut me off at the legs with that one Chloee!
Two
Chloee? Yes Reginald! Have you ever smelled mothballs.
No Reginald it's too difficult to spread their tiny legs.
My that was a low blow Chloee. You wish Reginald, you wish!
Three
Reginald? Yes Chloee! I was at the park with my owner playing
Frisbee. As I watched the Frisbee I wondered why it was getting
bigger and bigger as it came towards me than it hit me.
Four
Chloee? Yes Reginald!
I was just lying down in the park the other day watching a Labrador
chasing his tail an' I thought ain't that amazing how easily amused
Labradors are! Then I realized I was watching the Labrador chase his tail.
Five
Reginald? Yes Chloee! I've written a poem it goes like this.
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. Some poems rhyme. And some don't!"
Six
Chloee? Yes Reginald! I was at a restaurant, I ordered a chicken sandwich,
but I don’t think the waitress understood me. Because she said,
“How would you like your eggs?” So I tried to answer her anyhow. I said,
“Incubated! And then raised, and then beheaded, and then plucked,
and then cut up, and then put onto a grill, and then put onto a bun.
Damn! It’s gonna take a while. I don’t have time. Scrambled!”
The Finale
A Dachshund walks under a bar. I mean walks into a bar. Goes to the
bar and sits down. Asks the bartender "can I have a Budweiser Light
Beer" the bartender serves him and informs him "that will be seven dollars".
The Dachshund pays. The bartender keeps looking at the Dachshund.
Finally the Dachshund yells "What?" The bartender explains "no I'm
sorry we just never get Dachshunds in this bar." The Dachshund replies
"I'm not surprised...at seven dollars for a beer..."
The Encore
Reginald? Yes Chloee! When you cut your nails, do you file them?
Yes Chloee as a matter of fact I do! Pity! I just throw mine out!
Curtains!
01~10~2015
Sponsor: rob carmack
Contest: Daschunds
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015
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A sacred journey
proof of humans love and faith
World fights for justice
http://www.howmanysyllables.com 5-7-5
25.04.2016
- Sun :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016
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Roses are red and pink and yellow
Go find yourself another fellow
You promised you'd lose a ton of weight
By February of 2008
I don't want a gal in a size forty dress
If I wanted a monster, I'd visit Loch Ness
So very good wishes on this Cupid's Day
Go look for a guy who cares not what you weigh
Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2008
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part one:
i was new and i wasn't sure what to expect i was here to mend.
before i submitted anything i thought i would get a lay of the land.
finally i dove in. head first. yikes!
in the shallow end. double yikes!
part two:
dear reader after that tumultuous beginning of this harrowing tale
we continue with part two. (scary movie music plays to no avail)
boy oh boy this is really scary stuff
back to the story, though a little rough
(as an aside did i mention i have big feet their long fellows)
part three:
the time had come.
this is no time to be dumb.
had a poem to submit. one with a lot of wit
"roses are red
violets are blue
some poems rhyme
some poems don't"
i couldn't enter this poem it was written by Shakespeare and that would be
plagiarism
(note to self look up the meaning of that big word i just wrote. it is a big word like
marmalade)
part eight:
so there i was reading my first comment. i couldn't believe what i was reading.
the words were kind and helpful
could this be true
i had expected something brittle
i grabbed a tissue
tears were streaming down my face
i thought this is a fantastic place
the poets here are quite amazing
talk about baffling and confusing
this was a lot better than
the time i had spent in jail
in the country of iran
a small room and a pail
do you know what that comment said
"i read this while lying in my bed
i thought it was quite romantic
actually even really poetic"
part twenty:
Fini
(in my own defense the rules said use any style. this is a form the french call
poetry of the absurd...or not!)
Maurice Yvonne
Comment Poetry Contest
August 25 2014
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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Roses are Red.
Violets are blue.
God made them that way.
And He made you, too.
He had a perfect plan
As he formed you from clay.
If you will only let Him,
He will help you in His way.
He’ll melt your hardened heart,
And fill it with His Love.
And if your eyes fill with tears,
They too, may be sent from above.
If you will open the door,
He will come into your life.
He’ll fill you with Love and Joy,
And erase all your fear and strife.
Copyright © Betty Butler | Year Posted 2016
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Sweet friend forever
Friendship entwined together
May roses fill you with joy
The red ones are true
The pretty white ones are pure
Dozens are set at your door
Whenever we speak
Your warm kindness floods my soul
Brings chills of admiration
I send you respect
Of heartfelt sincerity
Roses sent to fill your heart
Russell Sivey
This poem is dedicated exclusively to PD!!
May you have many dozens of roses for Valentines Day!!
Form: Katauta
Entrant into Destroyer ~ Poet's "ROSES ARE RED" contest
2/6/2012
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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If roses are red,if violets are blue
then why can't I touch the colors of you
If sugar is sweet,as your love is true
then why can't I taste your nectar of dew
If time means patience,good things who wait
then why do I feel as an anxious state
If the moon is silver,if the sun is gold
then somewhere inbetween,you I should hold
If the sky is blue,as the sea is too
then also as I,feelin' blue without you......
Copyright © jay del fierro | Year Posted 2007
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Roses are red,
Violets are Blue,
Boy I wish I could
meet each and everyone of you.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2007
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roses are red
violets are blue......
You're a poet read
but,I'm a poet too.....
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merry christmas,also to you !!
Copyright © jay del fierro | Year Posted 2007
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Rose exquisitely you colour
my every wish silken touches jewels
When a dream comes true
from the flames blushing petals
Sweetest dove loving cotton shades the warmness
blue crowns baby hues Heaven's aura circles
Beholding from a heart it's fragrance lingers
kissed moistly by the foggy dew
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017
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Please don't cry, Cause I'm not leaving your side. Wipe all the tears away, Cause I'm still by your side. Till the day we die, You don't have to hide your beauty. Cause you are always beautiful in my own eyes, No matter what people think. Your beauty is one of kind, Just like a rainbow rose. But 10x more beautiful, I know you have a lot of pain. But baby you are to damn beautiful to have all that pain, Wipe those tears away. Just take my hand, And let's fly far away.
Copyright © Eduardo Martin Castro Jr | Year Posted 2017
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Roses are red like the color of my heart.
Violets represent the color of my face when I'm with you.
I know this is a bit cheesy but I...
Will say that you represent Aphrodite.
You're so cute like a kitten sleeping.
Or maybe a box full of puppies?
You make the word "emo" make me think of "emotes" and
The only emote I do is "loving you".
You could cut a C-Section in me and see all the butterflies.
My hands are almost broken from all the roses I picked for you.
The word "LOVE" to me means:
L - I love you , O - I love you , V - I love you , E - I love you
I'm not that creative like a 5 year old but...
You make me think of "Legos".
I can fit all of the pieces to build us together happily ever after!
I want to hug you like how I hug my pillow at night,
And when I fall asleep, I dream of you...
I wish I had more time to name reasons on why I love you,
But the hourglass I have shattered and
It would take me more time to fix everything...
And let's be honest... No one would try to fix that stuff.
You also remind me of a scary roller-coaster.
I'm not saying you're scary but that good feeling people get when it
feels like their soul is being taken, because you take mine away.
I think I'm out of clever ways to say "You are amazing".
Maybe you could change this and help me find more.
I just want you to know that I love you, I love you, I love you.
So, as to what I was saying earlier:
Roses are red, Violets are blue
I Love You.
Copyright © Norbin Tiru | Year Posted 2014
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A multitude of words
Chewing pages pissing emotions
In slow motion protest pacing in sessions
Unknown crowded lips sipping tears as wine
Baby urine wine
Cry the beloved poetry
A gift snapping word selfies in the presence of ideas
Snap snap
Pictures taken in digital brain slots
Killing selfish forbidden kisses in selfies
Strange words approaching my senses
Thoughts started bending all strait talks and standings
Strange but this words were too kind to protest
In brackets they had sharp spears and strange poses
Followed by poetry’s boxing draft outfits
Throwing punches in faces connected to roses are red poetry basics
Overused punch lines turned comedic in all places
I paid no attention to talent they said
Words started protesting for their rightful rights
My mind was too blind in times
All emotional memorandums demanded attention flights
Increasing reasons followed by ignorance’s retirement pension time
Words stuttered in bulletproof vests
The rest is best to nest in verbal word vests
Shoot to kill or be killed by the rhythmic shots with no curse
In petrol bombs
Words dismantled all used metaphors
Reshaped their meaning in the court by force
Posed in placards
Screaming
“We are not Pets”
“Give us our rightful ink sets”
“Stop biting our families with your chainsaw teeth acts”
These words were crowded
Even law enforcement could not police the ideas back
to the land of the shrouded
Borrowed roads made way for starving conversations
Silence was found guilty
Silence deducted decades of success in conversations
These words were kind and strange
Found me guilty of silence
Though
Out on parole to speak like regents
They let me speak force like regents
Cry the beloved poetry
kindness of strangers speak for strangers
(c) Raymond Ngomane
Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2014
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Roses for you!
**
petals all over
sexy, sexy as can be
press the flesh tonight
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my roses are black,
did I forget the water
dry flower bed!!
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my roses are red,
give me a kiss, sweet as you
potion pucker lips
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flowers for the dead
roses running through my head
zombies are blue.
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ouch! ouch! prickly thorns
rose blood, falling all around,
snake under my bed
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I did not mean it
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
here have 2 roses
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baby bash, ice cream
only In America
roses in demand
by;pd
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
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Roses are red
So is my blood
Pull out your knife my dear
And make us a flood
My crimson liquid will flow as wine
Like the grandest of rivers, deliciously sublime
You stab and plunge and stab and stab away
Even you my dear have a shiver
Lustful revenge for an untold crime
There comes a day, when a bill will come due
You killed the wrong one you see
It should have been you
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
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Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You are my boyfriend,
And I love you!
But the roses are wilting,
The violets are dead,
I've heard you've been cheating.
I'll knock off your head.
Copyright © Allié-Marie Smith | Year Posted 2012
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Copyright © Marcia Greenshields | Year Posted 2015
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Sensual pink lips
The key to summer pleasure
I carry your heart
- howmanysyllables.com
Haiku 5-7-5
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
23.05.2016
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
But I have no clue
How I bring them to you
A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Family secrets told
Through your hearts spew
A white wild orchid
Bruised and stained with brown,
Its virgin petals touched….
Emerging blooms will frown
Mama lily beat purple,
Her seedlings green;
Siblings often wonder -
Why is he so mean?
As the wind carries seedlings
Away from garden’s home;
Lily’s tears water contused soil
Her heart becomes eroded loam
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Wounded whispers weep
Longing affirmation from you
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
*few thoughts on domestic violence*
Copyright © Abe Lopez | Year Posted 2009
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Maybe, Jesus would have
thought «Roses are red, violets are
blue», if He
had not been crucified
Or maybe, He would not had
asked «Father, forgive them for they don’t
know what they’re doing!», if He
had not been betrayed
Maybe, many would have
lived much longer, if man with sane mind
had not been obsessed
with war, war, and more war
Or maybe, I would have
grown «As lovely as a tree», if death
had never been mine
for I, a blooming word, had a goal
not to live life like sperm only minutes
to an hour after being libidinously
ejaculated outside from one's sacredness
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2011
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red velvet roses
indulging simplicities
elegance beauty
3/2/2016
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016