Styles Poems

The Red Eyed Stranger El Alborotado

Written By:
Traducir Al Spaniel'
A.K.A El Alborotado
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To support all of this emotion
to take everything in stride
to up lift to and to encourage
put all that doubt and envy aside
how can go on saying
when so many want me o fail
hold my head up and keep on stibing
hoping one day I would prevail
Keep me grooving to the music
gone darling

Hair

As a kid my hair was a very easy fix,
just pull it back with a rubber band into a ponytail.

As a teen a ponytail was not going to work,
off to the hair shop with picture in hand.
I sat in the chair and said,
I want to look like this picture.
I sat dreaming about my great new

murder-der-der

It’s Harvard VS Yale this weekend, the vibes are just starting now. Everyone - and I mean everyone - has been asking about my game tickets, because guest tickets are $25 a pop. I’m more interested in the parties than the game, so I donated mine (Students get 1 free ticket and they can buy

Mother Nature Showed Me Many Styles

Mother Nature Showed Me Many Styles

Yesterday, I walked a thousand miles
Over hill and dale, through the verdant wood
Saw baby ducks walk by in quacking file
Did not stop to rest or maybe I should
Came to the old elm, now looks to be dead
But the bird nest above looks to be new
This old mind searching to get

Gazes

Leong's watching TikTok on her laptop (as always) and she asks Lisa (an NYC girl) “Are you familiar with the the “downtown girl” aesthetic?”
Lisa’s dismissive, “Yeah, it just looks like Urban Outfitters grunge to me.”
Leong explains, “It includes headphones and it’s supposed to be a Lower Manhattan style.”
“Yeah,” Lisa snorts, “Because Greenwich Village and the

Poetry Styles

“wherefrom came that exalted thought ~
that inspirations with it brought”


Among the several poetry styles
we get to choose from to follow our muse,
what draws us to a cadence that beguiles;
is it intuition or egoic ruse
that for practice compels us to reuse
sacred geometry we had once learnt,
in whose embrace soul's deep emotes were burnt,
transmuted into language symbolic
and

The Letter

After a long tired day
I come home,on my bed,
Listening to him;
Never felt so touched, never felt so swayed
This was not the classic music this time which made me pleased,
The words, the unspoken pauses he took,
I understood this time.
The song said a lot, having deep emotions within,
Felt connected to a human I never met.
The silly little

Two Writers Two Styles

I can write about everything she tells me.
Words flow as easily as water.
Great! I say. Let’s spend some time writing.
She stares at my fingers as they move quick and loud.

What are you writing about? She asks me.
I am writing about you, I say.
She doubts me, so I read her some of it.
She sits in silence,

A Trio of Styles

A Rhyme on a Free Verse Poet

Her poetry has brevity and also clarity.
I really like her free verse done that way.
Like miniature free verse too are her haiku.
Often so amazing are they!
From “Kisses” to “Wishes” to “One Serene Morning;”
From “New Year” to “Afternoon Fun,”
The poems of this poet from Canada flow. . .
May Line’s work

Poetic Styles

A poetess of simple expression
in free flowing verse
discrete words resonate
with cadence of aria
on a single string of violin
the beginning paces down
to the ending
with no period
as the tune keeps on
echoing for long

her verses are the surge of the mountain stream
the course unpredictable carving the vale of impulse
        cascades down

3 Styles Contest

1st Style

I see flow at a rivers edge
Yet the waves of the ocean
Deep as a well with a great thirst
Never stopping for a drink

2nd Style
Laughter and joy about poop
Never ending love for poetry
Smooth as a babies butt she writes
With style and grace

3rd Style Me
I have no style
I just write and hope for the best
I see

Impromptu

answers
to what
question
upsetting
unforgetting
me being an a**h**e

just asking
lunar probing
mad as you are
is mad as me
crazy
loco

loca in your laugh
laughing in your smiles
smiling that i am a fool
old school romance by chance
writing and citing poems owned
by me but written for you

you are
sick in health
let me help cure you
me
sick in head
welcoming you instead

dead i was
swearing dead
until you filled
me with eyes
and

Ancient Folk Styles

bobdylanstone 

comegatheroundpeoplewhereveryouroam...andadmithathewatersaroundyou
havegrown...andacceptithatsoonyou'llbedrenchedtothebone...ifyourtimetoyou
isworthsavin...thenyoubetterstartswimminoryou'llsinklikeastone...forthetimes
theyareachangin


stan sand

Happy Styles

Heed in your heart true love that binds,
Art is the way that beauty shows;
Pique that fond start what joy now finds,
Plant thus fine say with truth you know;
Yes to wise grace that moves your soul.
See that grand scope of lovely tact,
Trust faith to face each test life holds;
Yield to wise hope that moves each act,
Love

B3-Poem 13 Life Styles Changes the Famous

POEM 13 LIFE STYLES CHANGES "THE FAMOUS" 


THERE ARE MOST CHRISTIAN ALL THERE EVER 

WANT FOR ALL THEIR GOALS, THEIR VISION, 

THEIR HEART DESIRE AND BLESSING FROM GOD 

TO COME TRUE. 


THEIR ARE THE FAMOUS. 

THEIR HAVE NOT SEEN THE WONDER OF THIS WORLD. 

THEIR DON'T HAVE ANY JETS AND LIMOUSINES. 

THEIR FACE IS NOT

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