Best Sound Out Poems

*** COME POETRY ***

Belle Poetry! Be kind!
I am already exhausted
From long passed hours
Taking dictation from you — I am
But human and sometimes fragile,
While you often come divine.

Sister Poetry!  Even as I listen
To music by composer Andre Rieu, to help 
Waltz words across these pages,
I...

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If my meter were sweeter could I be the star of the show
I struggle with getting it right – I know I’ve a long way to go
I sound out the syllables but where is the stress
Apart from in my brain  - oh I make...

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when autumn’s last but long exhale
left mists of winter in its trail
her thoughts turned to the past to look
at greenway and the paths she took
where reading signs inside her skies
she'd dream up deaths and alibis
along the short cuts through the wood
with thoughts of stabbings and...

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At times I've filled in a 200 page pad in a day
Yet I still had more to say
I've always liked rhyming I just find it fun
My mind is always thinking so there isn't a time when my rhymes are done

Even when I'm writing simple rhymes
You'd...

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Amadioha the great god of Thunder and Justice
We have gathered at the shrine of Alusi’gwe 
To pour libations to you
Even as I do my folk song
Bring me the ogene, to awaken the spirit of my 
Forbearers to witness the doomsday they foretold
Give me the udu,...

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I have a lover too 
Thousand or maybe millions of people 
Out there 
But my heart only longs for this lover  
 This lover's love has come to me 
Even before my tiny feet touch the ground 
Starting from inside the womb 
Hearing the...

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The BELLS * * *

Resonating
Along that weaving of our days
Past the encroaching darkness
And its wishes to spoil, to wilt
Whatever good it touches; and
How it recedes
With the ringing of the bells
Of Faith: music declaring
Our most Holy Lord’s power;
Calling out his children, loyal
In the fight for Good.

The...

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Soft, sweet words lay dormant
Awaiting that special moment
When I can pull them out of their closet
Press them with the heated iron
And lie them in a row, like pearls
Connected only by a chain of sterling
Silver, organizing each sacred dream

Whispers of nouns, verbs and adjectives
There amid sentences...

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He taunted me with hope
When there was no hope for us.
We were past, the past
Gone from today and tomorrow,
Boldy planted in the memories who haunted
Me like summer haunts the autumn
Or sunshine haunts the rain’s relentless falling

He taunted me with the chance
When there wasn’t a chance...

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It calls me closer, its calls me near
'Just once and it'll be over'
Death whispers in my ear
Irresistible is its sweet entice
Staring down, which one to slice, 
I observe my previous tries
My unseen hurt and earlier cries
No peace in my mind, no peace in my head
The...

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Walk the wooden deck 
of the boat I was tied and shackled to.
Feel the sun as it reaches down to
the cotton fields I have picked, burns the ground and singes 
the skin dark as the night that 
calls for us all to find our freedom.

Hold...

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I got up this morning in a good mood 
searching for solitude in the distant skies
And watching the clouds rolling by
I stopped and listened to the sounds around me
While contemplating my sacred destiny
Barking dogs and singing magpies resonate from a distance
And then appeared a strange...

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To sing out the Star Spangled Banner
In the most appropriate manner
You must have four
To sound out more
And highlight that new fangled scanner...

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Kit

Before I opened the carton,
   I’d chose the name Kit,
      Thinking of strong Wild West women.

Our little girl, Gigi, ran to my bedside, barking
   Excitedly, “A present?  Aaarrr-ooo!  For me, mamma?
   ...

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Abstraction is an old story with the philosophers, but it has been like a new toy in the hands of the artists of our day. Why can't we have any one quality of poetry we choose by itself? We can have in thought. Then it...

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