Art Rhyme Poems

Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!

He conceals behind...

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Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
          the little rascal aims...

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orange sentiments stick out of the seriousness of today
tantalizing me, teasing me to want to laugh, sing and play
I feel younger, more worthy, a hero,...

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I went to a land of little
A place of lovely smiles
Candle sticks and butter cups
Clothes of many styles

She gazed at me
With crinkled eyes
She said “you’re...

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Woke in a box, no light, just grey—
Steel bed, cold floor, years to pay.
Wasn’t framed. I earned my time.
Ran with wolves. Got lost in crime.

Name...

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Need I my dear son
Show you the light of sun
Or teach you how to croon 
Under a half or a full moon..
You seem to learn...

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Tiranga in the Sky

By Amanah Imtiaz Kazi 8F

I see you, India bold and bright,
In every spark of morning light.
Not just in books or words we...

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A man who wrote with strokes so bold’ of the
Struggle of humanity.. Long may his excerpts
Be told’ he helped write the American constitution, all his...

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Tingly skies full of surprise, oh how I love when with surmise,
The little rascal aims his dart, as if it were poetic art.
It hits it's...

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We stood in front of a field of sunflowers…mesmerized by every one…
and watched each sunflower under a cloudy sky…do it’s best to find the sun.
...

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Polly Pure Paint was a painter cat with rainbow eyes.
She loved acrylics and watercolors, she had so many supplies.
Her studio was full of glitter paints...

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Tingly skies full of surprise- oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art.

Like magic, when...

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I am grateful that from a time when was young…
before most of the art of my life was drawn…
I have understood what’s important to me
and...

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Despite your intelligence mimicry,
You still come far short in your gimmickry,
Throwing down the drains fine masterpieces,
Flushed away as a fresh bout of faeces.

Nights without sleep...

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At first light trudging through the Arctic Snow,
Is it for thrill or just a Facebook photo show?
As the Arctic wind buffets our flushed face,
The long-awaited...

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