Best Rythme Poems

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The rythme progresses through me
Reaching to depths unknown
Leading me to another realm
Only I have ever gone

A place of solitude
Where I can be free
For my soul is the melody
To which I shall dance alone
And the beat is my life walk
Opening the walls that have never been...

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You're the Chaos and yet you're the Calm
You're the Thorns and yet you're the Rose
You're the Fantasy and yet you're the Reality
You're the Control and yet you're the Liberty
You're the Puzzle and yet you're the Adventure
You're the Rhyme and also the Rythme 
You're the History...

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I sit here listening to my son play the guitar,
It sounds so good ,so good so far,
He starts to play along them strings,
And then you hear him start to sing,
Keep that rythme and keep it strong,
Remember the words of this song,
He trys  to get...

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When does a man know he is genuine,
authentic as anger with iniquity,unimaginary as shadows in sun light
or blood in the wound,
alive like apples on the tongue,

when does a woman cease acting and begin living like an energy
driven relentlessly onto a target,
breathing from within to produce...

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......Africa my Africa.......
A land flowing with milk and honey
based on the Ancestral Savanna
A land of beauty and radiance
A land of strong warriors and built men
A land of strong men with forsight
A land where tobacco has its root deep into the loamy
Africa my Africa

Africa my Africa
A...

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i still see you  even though its not your fault we see its the devils face every time you want to go home like things used to be that imaige of them faces in your little head my darling little girl , please dont...

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Nature will enlighten you on a range of topics. Never ignore that the earth and the wind both appreciate your naked feet and your hair. By Poet


Wake up, the winter wound melted away, 
Once more, the blooms are enthusiastic.
The advent of spring heralds a bold...

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Les fleurs, frissonnent et se fanent
et les feuilles brisées salissent la terre 
tordu et froid - plane au rythme durent
comme des visages rompus, emprisonné d’une peinture

Et tes yeux noirs brûlent 
comme le brouillard de ce soir
dans le ventre du chaudron ignoble
enlaidi par les marteaux de...

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pick up the pen
            or
pick up the can
they both
         both
                ...

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Sacred devotions
Cherished from my heart
Stored deep within me
Filling the empty spaces
All that I care for
I hold tightly onto
As my heart throbs
To an soothing rythme

Ignored thoughts
Repeating in my mind
Warn me from falling
Into temptation coming
To change everything
So I must run from urges
Creeping in to taint my thoughts
To...

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deep in the shadows of my tired mind
down into the shallows of my pain
I look into the Misty depths
And see i remain in Chains

my soul stands at the window
and the images I see won't pass
the visions I've seen linger
and has carved a nitch of darkness
in...

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When the boys are out here partying
And the girls are on the dance floor dancing
Tables are full of liquor but I am sipping on water.
It's 4am, am silent.
I must be high.

When I write lines that don't rythme.
When I can't finish a piece on time.
When I...

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Lithely moving 
they cross the dance floor in swirls
their feet barely touching the ground
as they spin in perfect rythme around

smiles light their faces
as he dips her to the floor
and up again
into a waltz in breathtaking time

so skilled are they you think that they simply float
until...

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Only in precocious can it be this way,
facing the hardship of life everyday.
My family and friends had kicked me out,
cause they didn't understand what my life is about.
A swagger like style with a rythme so unique,
i approached a stage and dared anyone to compete;
after time...

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It is not mandatory
However, I feel that it is my duty
To respond to Carl Brouard
‘Knowing how to drink is not an art
Drinking is not a duty’
But a necessity which is obligatory
As it is crucial even vital to drink
Water regularly. Choosing such a random fate
‘To drink...

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