Best Symmetrical Poems
(PoetrySoup Format)
Worthy
beyond words
Warm, Wavy and Wild
Southern, Symmetrical and Shapely
~ Oh, those satisfying sensations ~
you give me
A
Bountiful Ballad
Blissful, yet Simple
Sophisticated-- (dedicated to you)
~ Oh, those satisfying sensations ~
you give me
Sipping
on Syllables,
Sultry-- (delicious too)
very Suggestive and Stimulating
~ Oh, those satisfying sensations ~
you give me
You:
(repeatedly indulge)
- in Nectarous Nouns,
Invigorating my Vocal Vocabulary
~ Oh, those satisfying sensations ~
you give me
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(Swept away in Sentences)
* Because Verbs Vibrate *
I want to complete you spiritually, mentally, and physically
I want to give you symmetrical Love
I want speak our languages and be bilingual
You are always on my mind like a number 1 single
We deep like physics going way pass infinity
We scientific bonding like covalent are you feeling me
I want to be with you forever and rise like the sun when you wake up
I want to be your hands when you pray up
We got a flame so strong even in the rain we stay lit up
You are my three leaf clover give me good luck
Our love hard to find like a needle in the haystack
Your music to my eyes like a photographic sound track
Your love like cancer consuming me whole
We got that balance on the scale weighing deep in the soul
Take a look inside the mirror tell me what do you see
I see the essences of an angel and the ora of a goddess
No other beauty real its make believe like the loch ness
Aiyana ,Aiyana my blossoming flower
I will love you until my last hour and even after death I can feel your
Vibe you control the ocean to my heart like the moon an the tide
Much Love
Richard Q. Corbett
I paint what I see
My canvas isn't white
Using purple ink
To paint a dark black sky
My canvas is a boy
I paint on his smile
He likes to play pretend
Tries to walk a mile
He walks with no shoes
Gravel between his toes
Digging into his bloody feet
Symmetry is but an illusion
The universe means us to believe
He broke the universe
He broke symmetry
Doldrum days, nothing i say make them go on their way. Away with their festering pain, smiting down the mentally sane. Bright burning light in the day bringing the sight to the brave is so close, for life has its many splendors and wonders, and for that we must endure all the thunderclouds and sunder, as we ponder of life ever after, its shaky and incomprehensible cries and laughter. many speak and rebuttal all the acclimations of the extreme and the subtle.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
All this fighting must be stopped, plant your roots and grow or suffocate and rot, for the low never prosper in their filth and clots, and they will never glow, glow with enlightenment and the knowing of the know. You may never spark your light when your eyes carry only freight and not a shred of adventure, so look around at the pyres of your passions which radiate your loves and indentures, they will guide you through this path to your above.
She is a symmetrical faerie
Weird for a painting of mine.
I like my subjects lopsided.
Upside down or topsy turvey is okay too.
Who drew this one? I ask Pixie.
Pixie is my painting muse.
She is Trixie’s cousin
She has attitude
Pixie puts her hands behind her back
Twists her waist back and forth
She looks like an impish six-year-old.
Like Trixie and I, she can never play poker
a symmetrical girl could become an engineer
She knows science and math, so her path is unclear
Possibly might become a doctor, with her linear mind
Or an electrician, charging boo koo bucks, hopefully she will be kind.
Her asymmetrical twin is into cats and dogs
She might live on a farm and raise sheep and hogs
her path is also unclear, but one thing for sure
She will have fun doing it, even if it is wallowing in manure.
on my mum and dads side
If women could hear men’s thoughts
would the hear it in a man or woman’s voice
If Thanos doubled the resources nobody needed to die
I always tell the truth
No matter where I lie
IF we all stopped talking would everyone be listening
If I put off tomorrow what I should have done today
It will probably keep till after the weekend
Had a party no one came
So I guess it wasn’t
The art of start is it starts with star
and ends in tart
between the universe
Baked cakes
Heaven somehow stands
Is a single string a strand
Afraid not
Hearing a shows music announce its end
Hiding my face in plain sight
That face is not mine
Not being me just for two knights walk in to an inn
A pirate plays piano
Someone shrieks a song
See 20, 000 is that it’s maximum depth
Like 20, 001 would the turn tin can
Not unless
Disney is really good at making stories written by other people
Off topic-why isn’t Andrew in jail
Prince is glad he changed his name
Does snoop know he’s smoking weed
Could you slip him a plain cigarette once in a while
Do planes get higher over him
I think I would be great at golf
I am alway looking in grass for my dogs ball
Penfold-my English teacher taught me how to hate words sorry doing this bit where I share
Gormandise
Is flying walking for flies
What do blind people visualise internally
Shaking my spear at will
Poor will
Always told to fire at him
Wright write right rite(which ever you choose)
Am outtie