Rhyme. Poems - Poems about Rhyme.

Christmas in July is nigh My list of wishes in the Gaza Strip is For every hostage priceless, Too many lifeless Grieve for Israel’s fallen married Weep for those...

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Midnight prayers, don't work. Yesterday's lies Made happiness cry. Today without that mistake, some of us wouldn't be here today. Thats life ...

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Life is the expression of God in form, whilst death’s the life principle moving on, in a new vessel, birthing a love storm, just as the darkness of night yields to dawn, as the transmigrating soul is reborn. Desires exhausted, to God we return but until then we continue to burn....

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my mind's a plane that takes off slow drifting where I don't even know while teachers talk and clocks just tick I'm floating past the classroom thick I see colors no one else can see places where I just want to be a secret world inside my head where nothing's boring, nothing's dead sometimes it feels like I'm awake but really, I'm on a...

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Do you write pretty words with a message unchanged Does intent leave you vacant the darkness sustained Do you ponder and flirt in a language affair Do you kiss and then tell without promise or care Do you vow to do better with love on reprieve Does your heart leave you jilted next breath — to deceive (Dreamsleep: June, 2025) ...

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She doesn't speak, she just observes feeling all the hidden curves every laugh and every tear holding close what's far and near in the noise, she's calm and still quiet heart, but strong will things that burn inside her chest never spoken, never stressed she's the calm beneath the storm different, soft, a secret form the loudest voice you'll never see the quiet one, who...

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You are all heart, Duty keeps us apart, Still at that silly stage, You write love on my page, True hero to all, Your love keeps me in thrall, You are my one, you see, Gold your soul, praising thee!...

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I held a ruler to the sky No reason why, I'd just comply They told me dreams should stay below But still, I stretched, I had to know They said "The moon is not for you" "You are just a girl, you'll fade from view" But I would climb up to the roof and whisper stars my quiet truth They called me odd,...

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Hi humans, Memo to Earth, For what it's worth, Peace and love are the aim, Never bombs, weapons to maim....

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Stars spangle this verse, Fabric-love's universe, Love so unilateral, Dude still loves this gal, Magic continues for us, Flickers, love needs no fuss, We're abstracts, we rhyme, Cosmic lovebirds for all time.......

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I'm too quiet I talk too much I'm too involved I'm way too out of touch I'm too messy I care too much about things being clean I'm too kind I'm way too f*ckin mean I'm too close I'm too far away I went to bed too early I stayed up too late I'm too skinny...

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I can't forget the night we met, beneath the crystal skies. I saw the stars, the Moon and Mars reflected in your eyes. In light of dawn, we shared a yawn as darkness fizzled out. How sweet and light, our love took flight, defying any doubt. With all your charm, you held my arm and then you won my heart. Of this I'm sure, we...

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once upon a time, if there ever was insides live in an expanding universe awhile dancing with the just because only dreams allow their perception reverse perhaps another dimension may unfold quantum red photon emissions sublime spectral powers in the stories untold if there ever was, once upon a time...

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Creativity comes and goes. That’s what she believes, she named Cho. Cho happens to be a potato. Creativity comes and goes because Cho just knows. When Cho the potato gets creative, She eases in with simple watercolor. Creativity starts to be invasive as her mind races for more, oh brother. Oils, dance, pottery, and art,...

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“I like the idea of taking off like a bird.” — Florence Welch I am suddenly awakened from my dream from a loud sound Not sure where I am, but I’m in a tree high above the ground I feel light, airy and I am dressed in bright blue whimsy fluff It may be my imagination, but my feet...

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