Rhyme Poets Poems

       When someone can forego
         her id and ego

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ADRIFT AT SEA

sea-worn bottle, bobs on a digital tide.
inside, not parchment brittle with ocean’s brine,
but luminous lines of light,
coded in metaphors and rhyme.

message tossed into...

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Wailing for her demon lover, Coleridge had it right
A masterful poet, his words are ominous, not light.
Did he have his own sweet love? Was she...

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Love wins, with all the bliss, it sailed in and gave me a kiss. 
The kiss was wet and came as a shock, it hit...

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I've always been drawn to poetry 
Robert Frost writes my favorite one 
I've tried to be just as magnificent 
But my words don't match what...

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Once upon a dreary time
A boy set out to note a rhyme
Pen in hand with paper lined
Prepared he was to share his mind
But thoughts lay...

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Old weeping willow why do you cry
Your beauty is green leaves not blue
Your roots a pillow from which to thrive
As Mother Nature’s sun smiles on...

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POETIC VAGABONDS

I always loved poetry for its succinctness, imagery, and simple profundity but never imagined myself as a poet.  With a bit of nudging...

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* Collaboration of Limericks written by Jan Allison, 
   Tom Cunningham, Tania Kitchin and Lin Lane


Here's a news flash, the latest scoop
There are...

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We can do hard things

Yes we can, we can be the better man,
or woman.
If that seat looks uncomfortable, 
bring a cushion.
We do not walk alone,
our...

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I'm a poet
And I don't know it
My rhyme destroys 
My pen is poised

To trickle out
Some tale about 
A butterfly
Or sunset sky

As sweet as jam
With rhythm...

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I will try to help u know poetry
Poetry is therapeutic
Can be prose or drama
If u want prose and drama on it

Poetry, Prose and drama
The 3...

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Poets have multiple aims, modes, reasons to write,
Which may match what readers want downright.

Some poets are simply lovers of words and language.
How they twist and...

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A poet worth his salt is one that feels
each vowel he is tossing in the air;
And poetry's the altar where he kneels
to thank the Almighty...

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Amidst the sunlight of May
Clouds grow yonder, soft and gray
As I sit here and ponder wide,
I wish the sun would never hide. 

Golden and varied...

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