Out Loud Poetry Poems | Examples
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A thought comes into my mind
lingers there builds in time
So I begin to jot it down
just a thought not so profound
Where will it lead
could it become poetry
Stop thinking it let the mind flow
release thoughts into words sow
rhyming comes naturally to me
but a rhyme it does not have to be
Read it, read it out loud
is it any good somehow
They are thoughts from my head
are they a poem to be read
not necessarily true of me
not a lie meant to be
thoughts to poems, poems from thoughts
should I not or maybe I ought
Do it how it gets done
writing poems with a little fun.
Who knows what happens in a cloud?
Before it goes, just disappear.
I'll step inside if i'm allowed
To look around its atmosphere.
And if I find someone I'll ask
Who knows what happens in a cloud.
Reveal life's secrets truth unmask
Remove the universal shroud.
I'd then stand tall and shout out loud
About these mysteries I've found.
Who know what happens in a cloud
I'll spread this news to all around.
The wonders I may find inside
To meet and greet another crowd.
And learn what's on the other side
Who knows what happens in a cloud.
Just wanted to let you poets know
You’re helping my small company grow
My county Library desires copies wow
Of the book you poets wrote
What Makes Me Smile
So excited I scream out loud!
Well written poetry should have a rhyme
Be pleasing to the eye and to the ear.
With words that then flow down the page in line
When read out loud the rhythm should be clear.
The subject matter must not be too hard
To work out what the writer's words convey.
A 'jumble sale' of words will just retard
The essence that the prose was mean't to say.
Therefore, before one settles down to write
Be mindful that the style you do select
When read, will bring the reader much delight
Because your choice of words to them connect.
We are the scribe when all is said and done
So let your rhythm be the perfect one.
If no one seems to give a hoot about a poem you've written,
try reading it out loud to your dog or to your kitten.
And if, as you read it, all the while,
you see their tails wag and their faces smile,
it was worthwhile ~
at least ~ from where they're sittin'.
Giggling and playing hopscotch
Indigo dreams of being a star
Running wild before training bra
Laughter and smiles come from heart
Pigtails and bikes dolls and skates
Onyx starry nights by the lake
Whimsical dreams esteemed out loud
Emerald queens and all girls scouts
Ready to live learn camping out
“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.” Rumi
Oh my love,
you will always sit
as the queen to my
throne of romance,
I'll be the ink
pouring upon your
satin canvas
and If I should
ever expire, then
kiss me back to life -
in a portrait of
unknown metaphors.
My precious sweetheart,
ignore those who judge,
allow your passion
to compose in tones
free from opinion,
like humming birds,
singing without fear
about who hears the
message of their hearts,
so sing your soul's
secrets out loud and
when your lips tire,
I'll gift you my words,
my lyrics, my meter,
rhymes and syllables.
I care not for prose,
because for me -
you are poetry!
Poetry is meant to be
Out the blue and honestly
Like a lampshade vertically
Standing tall in victory
In a crowd or all alone
Poetry is not so prone
To be read or said out loud
On a cruise or in a cloud
Expensive in terms of time
Poetry is more than rhyme
Rhyme is fine but rote is worse
Simon says a simple curse
Poetry is like the sky
Sharing some is way up high
When I can I spread my wings
For the love of learning things
Fantasy is a pure delight
Like a tale before a kite
Needing me and kneading right
Feeds a friendly appetite
On a voyage out to sea
Some are bossed or sailing free
Some are lost or meant to be
In a book of poetry.
"A heart's blood flows like ink on pages of poetry."
~ by poet
Pages of verse scream out loud like a child
when their lines are not allowed to run wild.
Abandoned, they cry, completion pending,
waiting for pens to scribble an ending.
Poets fill pages with enchanted dreams.
Some lie all crumpled, without rhyming schemes,
unpublished in tomes as lost reflections,
replaced by so-called 'better selections.'
Poems that purge angst and grief from the heart.
Pangs they felt after being ripped apart.
In ink, tears dripped from the nib of a quill
Pages of anguish poets chose to spill
With desire to scribe, their passion rages
in each line they write 'pon parchment pages
Magical words flow through my screen
Taking me places I’ve never been
Places of beauty, places unknown
Magical words from magical poems
Magical words that fill me with joy
Tug at my heart strings
Evoking so many emotions
Gifting my mind with wings
Magical words provoking my mind
Challenging my thoughts and views
Educating and informative
A stroll down Knowledge Avenue
Magical words that make me smile
Happy or truly laugh out loud
Or creating sadness and tears
Under a melancholy cloud
Magical words that connect us
Via our souls pursue
Magical words poignant and powerful
Written by magical you ……
why would she do such a thing
right in the middle of the most
important party you'd ever thrown
a party that would make or break
your career your way of life for as
far as you could possibly peer into
the future my god doesn't she
know that staging is everything
and timing has gone the way of
the blackberry so ok get a grip
she went ahead and she did it
she threw up a hairball she's a
cat for crying out loud what do
you expect when you give her
red wine with fish
I have always been reticent
to speak too much.
Blathering out loud is as
leaning on a crutch.
Better too little, too late,
than too much, too soon.
Speak sparsely and plainly
what you mean to say.
And if poetry be involved,
make it a gift you give away!
Always think things and thoughts through.
And if you do decide to give it away,
Do it today!
Do not wait.
Not too little, too late.
But make it the best
you can do.
How pompous we must be to self appoint
To sit in judgement of a gifted peer
Discerning if a writer makes his point
Within the guidelines spelled out loud and clear
In robe of terry-cloth, beneath a lamp
Proofreading poems from our reclining bench
Where technicalities decide a champ
We scrutinize and give them not one inch
And even though we feel we're qualified
To judge a poem, one need not pass a test
We tend to let our conscience be our guide
Then have the gall to say, "this one is best"
There's nothing like a poet with a grudge.
Now ask yourself, to judge or not to judge?
5/2/2021
by Daniel Turner
Lines have meter and rhymes,
Licentious words sometimes,
Lusty humor—low brow!—
Lewd, about well-endowed
Ladies and gents, not shy,
Leaving me shocked. Then I
Laugh out loud. I can’t lie!
October 23, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: Pleiades 3 Placed 1st
Sponsor: Joseph May
They lived out loud and proud and dazzled the neighbors
But only the ones who were paying attention
Which was not many actually
They laughed so strong and long that others rolled their eyes
The jealous ones, the ones who had no friends to laugh with
You know who they are
They drank like sailors, until their health gave out
But they were in their hundreds by then
Because living loud and proud spells a long life
It annoys the ones who do not know how to be raunchy and
rude and crude and loud and lewd and dress snappily and happily
You can look in the mirror and will know if you fit in or not
Wait! It is not too late.
It is never too late.