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Who am I?
Oh where to begin,
I am never before,
And I am never again.
don't like to cause waves
But a hurricane I'll brew,
If thats what it takes,
To be rid of you.
When your tired of the kinfe,
Thats stuck inside your back,
You'll know the stiffness of a spine.
And when your sick of your heart break,
you'll know ribs as hard as mine.
when you know hwen to stand,
and your lefs become hard,
you'll know the time to fight
and your shoulders become broad
the arms become stiff,
and your ready to swing,
when you know to protect,
and you don't care about winning.
This is who I am.
And where I begin,
I am never before,
And I am never again.
And if you compare,
to this, you, I dare,
you mock my spark,
and i'll give you a flare.
Better run if your scared,
I'll kill every ryhme dumped,
And credit I don't share.
Made this way,
with a soul to play,
bet all i have
that i can show you the way
Cause this is who i am
i dont care where you began,
i am never before,
and i am never again
I am what i sing,
you wanna know who i am
will details i bring.
rejection ive known
since the age of 2
it's true
and it ain't gonna hurt me
if you reject too.
callus with mallus
just what can you do?
love is a fallacy,
don't exist for me,
just you.
So rub it in my face,
Like lotion sting my eyes,
and i'll be a swatter
to shoo you like flies
And if to the top i rise
a hand you wont get
drown if you want
but about you i won't fret
this song is who i am
and since it all began
I've been a never before
and i am a never again.
tell me you love me
see just what you get,
the question ain't do you like.
But can you handle it?
cause love aint what i get
when i look into your eye's
i see lies
just another devil with a clever disguise
can you see me?
Do you know what i am?
I'm a never before,
and a never again.
you won't find another me,
i'll find a million of you.
i'm lookin for someboddy
that i can see through.
see what youve done,
and just what you can do?
a subject of me is now
all about you.
but i wont lose myself again
give up what i am for you
done to many times before
so your gettin the boot
if i cant be me around you,
than your just another fly,
now shoo.
cause you can't take who i am,
theres even more of me from when it began
by now you better understand,
can you comprehend?
that i was never before,
and i am never again.
'Old Mother Twitchett had but one eye,
And a long tail which she let fly;
And every time she went through a gap,
A bit of her tail she left in a trap.'
Old Mother Twitchett' wasn't
always old,
A trap she left hoping someone
would fold.
She lived in a roof hole, for 200 years,
caged by her sister, 'Casket' who took
her shine.
Now in a castle surping lies with Jasmine
wine.
Old Mother Twitchett cringes in clay tears.
By midnight Old Mother Twitchett
would sing,
Whoever heard her eerie voice fell in a
spell ring.
"Be my favourite and be my mine,
Take this mask away and bend.
I in your place and you in blend.
That I may see my prince again divine."
A fairy girl who listened every night,
Lit her touch, held her friend - rug, tight.
They lived in a white bedsheet that roars,
Up the hills, down the valleys, they search,
Quaking and flying on branches, they perch.
Smoke from the roof, sounds from boars.
Old Mother Twitchett's eye was her mouth too,
Mr owl and Miss Mop Stick, her
voodoo.
Sight of Fairy and Rug on their flying sheet,
Moans and groans, another failed attempt.
It only was a tempting tempt.
Old mother twitchett' and crew hit the street.
"Halt now! Run not from me, I am
your help.
A portion I give, one drink and
a yelp."
Mother Twitchett gaze at her, looking for truth.
"And in return, I shall?" She asks.
"Only but a name is your task
In one I may find my roots
smooth."
Mother Twitchett' nods, lets her into the murky roof.
Cloud dances in orange, she sits in waiting
of proof.
"Hear me crystals of candle clathrate,
Let these crumbs of cinnamon Cark climb this ceiling.
Let the crumbling codes in this cabinet bring healing.
That she be herself and her twin this very state."
Dust in the air gilt yellow, twisting into
her nose.
Old mother twitchett' In levitation,
now Rose.
A ginger caramel latte with eyes and
mouth,
Only price paid was to eat her eye and
name a fairy,
Now a cherry, not Old Mother Twitchett who was scary.
No tails or traps, now with Mr. Duster in south.
(I actually need a little help on this one, / not really poem/ not really song/ I call it a
cute ryhme ..
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I’ve crossed many a bridges
I’ve seen many a town
Now that long black ribbon beckons me
To put the hammer down.
Sometimes I get real lonesome
And I don’t know what to do
Long Black Ribbon Pardon me
I’d like to talk to you
Long black ribbon---here I am
This is what I do
I jam some gears and grind some teeth
Then I roll all over you..
Was down shifting south of Dallas
Pulled off to get some stew
When a blonde just in from Denver
Took my mind off you..
Had dinner at the café
I heard all about her life
But then I came back to you
And drove off in the night ..
Long black ribbon---here I am
This is what I do
I jam some gears and grind some teeth
Then I roll all over you..
Life sure has many pitfalls
And I’m not one to talk
My home an eighteen wheeler
And I have no plans to walk
People hear me late at night
With twin stacks both a blaze
The engine begs for mercy
While my eyes are but a glaze
Long black ribbon---here I am
This is what I do
I jam some gears and grind some teeth
Then I roll all over you
I listen to those trucking songs
I hear from town to town
I’ve made friends with some of those
Who put the hammer down..
And we joke around the truck stops
As we talk about the road
But aint that the kind of place
To have your story told
Long black ribbon---here I am
This is what I do
I jam some gears and grind some teeth
Then I roll all over you..
Graffiti on the overpass
The artist has come and gone
As we wish away the miles
Playing the same ole song
With bloodstains on the asphalt
Seems to be your tattoo
We close our eyes, and go to sleep
As we keep dying over you..
TAG,( Long black ribbon---here I am
This is what I do)
Norman Taulbee 2009 ©
Long black ribbon---here I am
This is what I do
Form:
The shows I watched when young were black and white.
About five channels came on day and night.
The Beaver, Opie, Jeanie, Flying Nun
were characters I liked both good and fun.
Shows of humor sometimes missed their function;
one like that for sure was “Petticoat Junction.”
But “Laugh-In,” “Lucy,” and “Bewitched” were cool;
“Three Stooges” I rushed home for after school.
“Lassie” for the kiddies, “Rifleman” for dad,
“The Man From U.N.C.L.E” for us all, a 60’s fad.
By standards of today, those shows were tame.
The raciest perhaps was “The Dating Game!”
One genius fat guy, Hitchcock, gave a thrill
with horror tales. I like those re-runs still!
But there’s one 60s TV show that I
recall the best; I’ll finish telling why!
“Bonanza,” broadcast Sundays, was the one
for romance, drama, and great family fun,
for on the Ponderosa lived wise Ben
and his three sons, well-off but simple men.
The chubby one named Hoss was kind of sweet.
The oldest, Adam, I found really neat!
Little Joe, whom we girls would like to marry,
later moved to “Little House on the Prairie!”
It may not have been best of old TV,
but it was sure a cherished show for me
because it came each Sunday night at eight,
a special time so great I could not wait!
My mom and dad and we eight kids would sit
together happily enjoying it.
Before the show began my mom would pop
a huge pan full of popcorn, butter on top.
Each time commercials came, we’d dip a bowl
of ours into that pan; I’d get so full
for I’d eat eight or ten small bowls of it.
Once I begin with popcorn, I can’t quit!
This was the family custom I lived for
since television and food I both adore.
It was the night we all together sat
enthralled, and there’s not much that can beat that!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
(I have too many today to name TV favorites but I really
think "Bonanza" has to be my favorite from my childhood!)
For Michael J. Falotico's "Ryhme Me An Old TV SHow.... Poetry Contest"
Come with me, maybe you will see
Go away and stay burrowed in your own pain
Listen to my words, maybe ive got something.to.say
Barrowed time, spend all.of it in one.day
Tomorrows my time, times running out
Your offers i rudly decline, sell it back to you
A fellow.lost within his tunes,
Tune into.the station to here the lyrics amazing
Im.about.to.rise this time
Gonna fly away from here
Places ive made to be feared
Lace up your sneakers
Walk the streets to the bump of these speakers
Who is speaking?
Words i cant hear
Leave me here to stay impure, bet youll cheer
Save me from this place, places cant be saved
Pencile marking the page, erase it so they disapear
Crave this pain, taken to my grave
Just in time, a little to late i came
Im about to die this time
A ryhme for a rhyme
Rely on these lies
Combine all these minds
Whay you get are brilliant minds
Watch your step, take two steps back
This ledge is cracked
A home empty but feeling at home
Torn apart family that never made a menze
Move slow.to your.hole, then be cleansed
Whay i said is whay i meant
Loosing my ways in my attempt
Feel the same, because ive stayed in my ways
Filled my rage, break from this invisible cage
Time has come to pay my dues
This darkness ive walked hoping the sun shines through
Look to him above, may he bless my journey
Things ive done, did for the worthy
Blind and dirty, couldnt have seen this
Vision to blurry, home bound, god carries me out
My words ive spoken
Made the most of this
Filled with hope, guess its hopless
See you around if you come back around,
Hope you dont drown, your sorrow stays inbound
Refined and defined who is me
This cant be so ill just leave
For those i love i shall always bleed,
Just stick.to the course and follow your dreams.
Just awaking in me to be something other than what I appear to be.
Placement productivity, because this is what I appear to be.
That sublime stature, of open emptiness, and lustful matter.
That,
“I keep it from you because I care”.
You don’t want to appear harsh and unyielding,
In your shielding the fact that you love another,
And I’m cool with that.
You see… I want something else tonight,
Not to be the apprentice, to your significant other, I want something you never
dare offer.
Incurable senitivity, showmanship ambition for me, a guaranteed,
Place in your heart,
A place where I can lay,
In your mind, with room, and space to grow,
No… that’s right I don’t want sex tonight!
You might think we’re still living in the moment,
But we’ve been planning this all along; spontaneity was never an official issue,
Because it’s me, I don’t want the second seat,
I don’t want to be turn into the “old biddy” teaching live seminars “for the sure-fire
way to monogamy”.
So go home, run for that bus,
Catch that train,
Before you miss that plane, because i don’t want sex tonight.
That touch I yearned for, was never the speeding ryhme, but that steal comfort
that it’s going to last unequivocal.
If I walk a hundred paces in from you, I don’t to have to worry.
And hurry back, because i can’t trust the silence any longer.
Play with my ears, the looking me in my eyes, kissing me with intensity,
Is liable to increase my faith in us.
I want more, than appears to be here,
Devotion, extra attention, words that can send warm voltage,
To my senses
You have it in you; I just know that’s not for me now.
So I love you, I do, okay, but your sex don’t make me safe,
It doesn’t protect me from my conscience, when you leave.
So go home please!
If I lose my path
and cannot remember the way that I came
If I forget the sound of your laugh
or the way you speak my name
and if all of nature's mysteries
allude me throughout my life
will the blood on my breath
and the slowing of my heart
bring us closer together
or only tear us apart?
why is the world so cold? So cold?
drapped in silence, dressed in allure
the best and the brightest
that sing from outside my front door
walking on razor sharp wire
stretched far too thin upon a moonless shore
drumbeats echo flesh and bone
to trick the eye with slight of hand
Here I stand at the tide alone
A mockery of their reprimand
there is truth in tragedy
while silence holds still
the world keeps turning
the sun keeps burning
despite my fears I still am learning
hear my war song battle cry
these battle scars begin to heal
beneath the tears that never stop flowing
long enough for my face to dry
and at the end of a day
that stretches on and on
I remain a hapless pawn
locked cold in terror
stark with remorse
see this is not a system error
it's far too late to change my course
Fires bright enough to dry an ocean
only after cities drown
greed that set this havok in motion
straight lipped liars become faceless clowns
As I watch the night devour the daylight
basking in the pain I feel
embracing the tragedy of the moment
to forget the promise, deny the deal
but truth is a whisper so hard to ignore
I can't pretend, I won't deny
the fading shadows keeping score
beneath an empty, moonless sky
Chronicles of wasted time
shadows eat the silhouettes
thoughtless birth in careful ryhme
for despite my apathy my faults are not but one
that I seek to harnass moonlight
but let the lovers own the sun
If a one dimensional dot can see himself
Two dimensions he cannot
If a 2D line can see himself and the dot
Three dimensions he cannot
For us we can see them all for we are 3D
And time is the fourth dimension, supposedly
But what comes after that we wont know
For our minds cannot comprehend this blow
But what if the breach of thought could be
A way to get into the world of 5D
Einsteins theory of relativity
Was biast as is was written with math from 3D
I do not know how to prove him wrong
Through 100 years his theory stood strong
But so did the one that said we will never fly
We broke the sound barrier after relentless try
We all approve space is a grand scheme
And no fairy tale god created it from his genes
For we will never see the true world
Of this vast space in dimensions untold
One day his theory will break and we'll laugh
Just as we do when we take a photograph
For every notion and theory based on 3D
Is a foolish one knowing that dot cant see the line indeed
So how can we base this one that is true?
With math I guess the language of prude
But let me throw a wrench in your flaw
If I just add zero to any theory it will fall
So dont dedicate your life to arithmitic
For its like religion, and the end will be catestrophic
For all quantum phsysics and cosmic vacuum loops
We can try and understand as light bends through its hoop
For all the curved space and entropy arrow of time
Take your twin paradox theory and replace it with Gods ryhme
And take your general relativity theory from the pastence
Toss it on Einsteins grave and replace it with prudence
Long live Jesus and Einstein together they create nothing but chaos
Form:
The sun is glowing
I'm still growing
My smile is showing
The people think they're all-knowing
Writing this song
I do belong
Knowing right from wrong
I am strong
All along, I belong
I long for your song
Mentally playing ping-pong
Moving along all along
Hoarsing around
Head towards the ground
Making no sound
Feeling home-bound
Feeling lost and never found
Smoke in the air
No sign of despair
Turn it down just a hair
People watch and stare
But, I don't mean to scare
Playing truth or dare
Repairing my tear...preparing my flare
Banging this gong...of wanting to belong
Writing this song...not knowing right from wrong
I have no urge to weep
I have no time to sleep
The wounds you gave me are oh so deep
Sow what you reap...
You sneeze violently
You talk constantly
You walk fast it seems
You live with broken dreams
I dream in colorful ray
It's a sun-shining day
It's time to melt away the dismay
You've been led astray by disarray
I've traveled from afar
You're a discovered shooting star
I see you shine so far
Healing my past scar
I wonder where you are
I keep you in a memory jar
You zoom by in my mind like a mental car
The rhyme of time
Is oh so sublime
The ryhme of time
Is as priceless as a new dime
This time, this precious time
I tried to hang on...till the break of dawn
Where have you gone? I welcome the shining sun
You tatoo regret against my chest
I've been trying my best to pass life's test
Something's missing and I've been driven insane
Someone's missing and I'm not to blame...for, it leaves a guilty stain below the drain
My broken heart of art
Is about to tear apart
Imagine the possibilities of you and I
Boy, how time flies...please don't cry!
As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the houses,
the trees,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.
My heart sings and I dance too:
slowly melodies,
fast jigs,
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.
Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
writing poetry,
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
writing poetry,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking wine
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
together forever.