Rime Poems - Poems about Rime

Hoisted onto a moon ladder, dizzying height could not phase her. Inside reverie’s ring she soars into the midnight air. Wild smile and soft skin laid bare, each star sparkles screaming. Uninhibited so high up, she’s now prepared for a closeup. Flying from rung to rung filled with clear infatuation. Twenty four carat addiction, too bright the glister hung. Scenery transforms lightning fast, the view’s here...

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Massaging me with body oil, I am now your woman to spoil. My hair’s become ringlets. With an arch in the jacuzzi, I lay back let you taste me. String pearls and cigarettes. There is an absence of my voice, save an inarticulate noise. The sound of a branding. Your adept hands apply pressure, hit that line of pain and pleasure. My heart’s understanding. Where...

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The albatross, a frozen, spectral wing, Hangs heavy 'cross the sky, no solace it can bring. A ship of bones, on seas of liquid lead, Where cursed winds howl, and ancient horrors spread. The mariner's gaze, a hollow, burning stare, Reflects the ice, and whispers of despair. The serpent coils, beneath the frosted wave, A living shadow, from a watery grave. The moon,...

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Part III And there I learned the silent truth: The song I broke was whole. It binds all stars, all stones, all souls; A thread that makes us full. To harm but one, is harm to all— A lesson seared in pain. Now I must mend these broken chords And weave the song again. --- Part IV So now I roam, from star to star, My story...

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Part I It is an ancient traveler, Who halts a soul of three. “By Saturn’s rings, why call me now? What tale dost thou decree?” With burning eyes like distant stars, He spoke with voice so grave: “I've sailed beyond where mortals dream, Through realms no soul can brave. A ship of steel, with silver gleam, Did bear us swift and far, Past belts of dust...

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Vampires relish the winter sky, they feed on every mournful cry; The holiday lonely; Wanting to be caressed in bed, or make love on an antique sled; Snowflakes and peony; You can’t go buy the gift they seek, to bite and taste another freak; Carnivorous copper; Lips that pull all your insides out, and feast on every fevered shout; Such thieves are improper; Beneath his gaze she...

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Alone, alone, all, all alone Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. —Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Rime and Reason I Shall Not Rime and reason I shall not wonder about, but the wonders of the sea and its wandering. I zip in quickly, unzip these Coleridge lines. I’m all...

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I blow bubbles           without a care upon the morning air see as I play  it takes my breath away look look        traces of me up up    into the sky now       on high forever fly...

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PARODY pithy never uncouth with a short bitter  truth perhaps  ironic  & or a little  sardonic a satire of which many never will tire '...

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Exhume my gone exuberance, I’ve always been drawn to a chance; Such enticing grandeur; Resurrect me from hollowed ground, I long to indulge lush newfound; Run with me, wildflower; Missing all the juice of layers, I’m dry devoid of purveyors; Poundcake of foundation; Through dynamism opened up, faint flush from natural makeup; A welcome distinction; Revive me but do it slowly, I’m stained glass you are the...

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Sucker for ill fated romance, I’m dancing an ultra slow dance on Heartache Boulevard; I’ve got so much love to bestow if you’re not mine I’ve got to go; Or I’ll be permanently scarred; I saw stars when given your kiss, fearless and blinded by such bliss fell down and lost myself; Thought you wanted a warrior would appreciate and spoil her; Treat...

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To taste the word illustrious, you must take your gifts serious; Write until your soul bleeds; Break your most inflexible shell, allow the Muse to shake and swell; Who knows where it all leads? Whether to a book or a mic to your poetry add a spike; Truth’s what they’ll respond to; Seeking every solo spotlight, be authentic and you just might gain...

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A cool Autumn morning we caught the bus,off at eleven without much fuss.One and half return from Croft to Leigh a birthday treat from Dad to me.Hopped on a tram to Burden park to see Stan Mathews make his mark.Through the turnstile into the town end,crushed and crammed like cattle penned. Mathews, Mortenson versus...

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AS ONE a love story Each whispered word, the lovers heard; Each lingered look, thrills on tenterhook; Each tingling touch, as fingers clutch; then caress and cleave- Feelings heighten and perceive a senuous smile, on lips,tactile; Twinned thoughts unlaced, held in passion's embrace....

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