The Purity Of Nothingness
...Wrap your poem
around nothing
its bow mocked
in relief
Each word
but a gesture
of empty
deceit
Wrap your verse
in a vacuum
where all speech
is abhorred
The power
of emptiness
alone
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Categories:
unscored, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Hollow Grams
...Distant meandering,
macro denial
the moment a slave
to eternity’s child
Caught on a tether,
all freedom a myth
the boundaries self-serving
with nothing at risk
The sum past the tally,
it...
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Categories:
unscored, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
In Poverty's Name
...How do you lay off a writer…
unemployment assured
In labored obscurity,
his fortune unscored
How do you invest in a future
that’s devalued today
When checks never balance
—and words will not p...
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Categories:
unscored, poverty, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Spectacular Resounding Meteorological Phenomena
...Brilliant light and sound show
not disappointing forecasters promised
outstandingly uproarious performance
powerful winds rage
against the machine
embark to score prestigious
chart chopping h...
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Categories:
unscored, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Heavy Hair
...HEAVY HAIR
Blackness without astral shine
With weight: not color or texture, but heaviness
To withstand the breeze that ripples a blonder shock,
It moved as one, no gap between any pair...
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Categories:
unscored, beauty, hair,
Form: Imagism
Morning - Redondilla
...The morning sky fills heaven azure bright,
and shining eye doth peek to show from height.
Earth's hymnal's opened wide for choral strains,
creation's chorus trolls the sweet refrains.
Birds war...
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Categories:
unscored, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Rain
...It's light and heavy,
big and small,
clear and cloudy,
oval, elongated in a ball,
it taps and knocks,
falls to the ground and on the rocks,
its cold and hard and warm,
coming befor...
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Categories:
unscored, analogy, rain,
Form: Rhyme
Gould's Humming
...In the first aria he begins to hum.
This is the trace of true art and magic.
Ghostly.
At one with the music but different and beyond.
An hors-texte someone might say.
I ponder the enduring nat...
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Categories:
unscored, art, death, introspection, music
Form: Lyric
Nostalgia
...Dothnie, where are you tonight, can you hear the waves
Breaking on the distant shores of my heart? Do you see
The rose sun wilting, while my bondaged spirit craves
The smile in your eyes silting l...
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Categories:
unscored, love
Form: Lyric