No Rhyme Poems - Poems about No Rhyme

Date written: 26th July, 2025 Contest: Three Options in I Poetry Sponsor: Constance La France The man who has no imagination has no wings. — Muhammad Ali ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Imagination lends me its safe wings, So I can soar toward futures I choose, To fill my life with hopes and precious things; Though striking gold is never a mere cruise, Neither are lily-livered crowned as kings. Sweat...

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Written: July 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh *********** When anger swirls and trust cheats, When hearts rupture and hope is heavy. Our brave backs fight, and our loud teams meet. With sounds that spin and a wonderful levy. A reaper walks by the schoolyard gate, Where apathy switched in the weight. Neglect...

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Written: July 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults." by Rumi **************** The oak tree is lit up with spots of light, Leaves bend and spin in a zephyr cloak...

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scrabble is my game of choice carrace, lamesbe and myjoyce seven letters I make into a word the time I spend on this is so absurd two to six hours a day I make words in a clever way scrabble forever appeals to me putting words together, my happy glee...

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you be the decoy, the bait, he said why me? she wondered. Does he want me dead? they were partners, detectives in D.C. perpetrator would go after the likes of she....

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Modern Concentration Stamps For Query Heights of subtly decide the best points for invention Delights of brevity decide the next poetic composition Insights of entropy reside and then collide in patient comprehension Conspicuous engagements of the outspoken looking for transparent attention Ridiculous derangement of the broken ones that should have been all about prevention Ambiguous retainment of...

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Modern Consternations of Lament Contradictions and formulations of thought that bridge the edges of time Benedictions and combinations that evolve into the refined Jurisdictions and innovations that are galvanised by crime Crucifixions in the courtyards of those who draw the cursed lines A damsel in distress crying for all the loss that cannot be expressed A shadow of progress dying...

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The Departing of The Heart Salutations for the sound of mind and poverty of heart Reparations that don’t come through in time to rectify the start Commiserations for the ones who find it hardest to eventually part Palpitations of another heart that cannot perceive the concept that it must depart Military consequences that send the...

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Meandering Rhythmic Transformations Imbued by ink attuned to think before my ships about to sink Reviewed hues of too much to soon leave room for Fred Astaire to croon Previews of life lived without strife illuminated throughout the night Subdued reflections of abject detections of realistic injections of true insight Humility among the labrynths of disguise and...

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Idiosyncratic Introspection Fear turned inward can only eventually present outward in its expression Tears are trepidatious when dealing with years of emotional repression Lear as in the King was another vehicle for literary confession Clear as water from a river bed that keeps your mind flowing in thoughtful procession Culmination of such tension brings a terse...

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Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying Obsidian stones for some contrite emotional relief Oblivion clones marching in combined technocratic belief Meridian moans of melancholy surging with existential grief Davidean tones of allegory forming from a holy belief The lack of any certainty that defines someone living on the edge The cracks in processing modernity that leave you lingering...

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If Not For Love by Michael R. Burch, circa age 18 The little child who cries, brushing sleep from startled eyes, might not have awakened from her dreams to fill the night with plaintive screams if not for love. The little collie pup who tore the sofa up and pleads here in a mournful crouch, might not have ripped apart the couch if not for love. And...

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Although our universe seems To be mostly wide open space, Is it actually an entity With a personality and face? All golden, All glowing, All seeing, All knowing....

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In the world today.' Familiy Farms being erazed...Aid witheld in gaza.? A pattern? different in aspect yet the same; end game' Starvation of real information..While the Mainstream mediums posture along.' As the Sheep are clever enough.. To feed' the Lord Only knows though just what on.?...

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one with God’s breath that enlivens our form we peep inside the boundaries of skin we see that head and heart with love conform with the vessel now clean, we can go in that our soul’s transformation may begin in time dissolved stillness invoking grace held by God’s tender love in close embrace...

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