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Best Tiffany Ragsdale Poems

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Blank Verse Rhyme

Blank Verse Rhyme

The master said “create blank verse in lines of ten”.
Form five Iambic feet without a rhyme.
“These five Iambic feet you must achieve”.
The verse will have a rhythm you can hear,
when studied closely this will be revealed.

For, lines of blank verse rhyming discontents
the master. “Do it over, take all night”!
The lines of blank verse sing a little song,
each syllable, each rhyme, you’ll hear them ring!
You’ll sing the tune of verses blank and pure.

And now I keep up with this blank verse trick,
I hear its tick ten syllables per line.
It rhymes so soft; I have it mastered now,
so naturally it falls right from my pen.
Oh, where will this blank verse rhyme find an end?

Yet, twenty lines of syllables came out
much faster still than I had thought they should.
I love each rhyme, the timing so precise,
I hope it pleased the eye and ear. I turned
it in, it came back very clearly signed


-Tiffany R-2009

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Your Door

Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.
A free spirit in chains, cold on my feet,
Aching  for answers, my back on your floor!

Words,you said, only complicate things more,
Yet secrets slipped while gripping the sheets.
Once,  I stood naked,sweet fool at your door.

Lips whispered I was unique to explore.
I blushed under the rhythm of your beat,
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!

Two hearts racing like never before,
On fire, you shook, writhing in my  heat!
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.

The love in your eyes was hell to ignore.
 As you were leaving our tears were discrete, 
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!

It's my fault you don'n sleep there anymore!
I knew better, still, I crept down your street.
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door,
Aching for answers my back on your floor!

-Tiffany Dawn 2010

Copyright © Tiffany Ragsdale | Year Posted 2012

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Play with the rhyme
Words parley on paper 
Pursuing points penned in the night

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Nine Lives Haiku

Nine Lives Haiku

Cat wakes in dawn air ,
Morning dew on every hair.
Birds singing in pair.

Eyes made of glass,
Watch the seasons turn and pass,
Behind tips of grass.

 Whiskers are twitching
And seem slightly bewitching.
They leave skin itching.

After a washing,
His tail can be seen swishing
as he sits fishing.

He hears every sound:
roaring butterflies’ wings pound
and rumble the ground.

A tiny pink nose ,
Stops to smell every red rose
Before they can close.

His paws leave no trace.
An attribute of his race
is to step with grace.

He slips through shadows
To the moon’s silver meadow,
Each star a window.

 Free of kids and wives,
 Defying gods with nine lives,
Cat naps while man strives!

-Tiffany Ragsdale 2009

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The sky drizzled light,
Combined in a bow of rain.
Seven bright colors.

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Thirteen Times the Dragonfly


The dragonfly drops.
Sunshine glimmers on its
diamond wings.


Unlike the black cricket,
sweet muse of the night, 
no dragonfly sings.


The dragonfly skips
on crystalline, still water
deftly tracing endlessly echoing rings.


A monk would say:
 Dragonflys are what they are 
one should not compare them to things.”


Let your eye become
the dragonfly’s glassy eye.
Gain sight that is shiny and reflecting.


I fly low with the dragonfly 
above a sunflower meadow.
Small children are laughing.


A dragonfly skates perfect
circle eights around the star
that appears first every evening


The dragonfly tiptoes across
  a golden rose.
Young lovers are seen wedding.


The dragonfly waltzes with the rain 
in an ocean blue sky that shines
after the thunder and lightning.


The wind suddenly shifts--
the dragonfly is cast into summer.
 Moments are franticly fleeting.


On a clear moonlit night
the dragonfly did not fly.
The world continued dreaming.


In the spring, the dragonfly 
will rise above burnt ashes
 to reclaim heights worthy of soaring. 


Chasing the dragonfly
uniquely unveils the masterful mystery, 
 of what it means to be living.

Tiffany Ragsdale-2009

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stars swarm times tide
standing in the purple rain
once upon a time

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You are you, I am me

You are you, I am me
I wonder If I am seen
I hear Life passing into the night, 
like a river passes into the sea

I see That certain cats think,
iam a lying fake that only think of me.
I want To Erase and forget 
what you said to me today.
You are you, I am me.

I pretend That im happy,
 when I'm really not okay.
I feel Lost and shipwrecked, 
 love is far away.
I touch You awkwardly.
I worry If i will be good enough today.
I cry Because you dont believe a word I say.
You are you, I am me.

I understand I dont think of you,
my word always come out carelessly
I say How did things become this way?
I dream That i will awaken from this reality.
I try, And you lash out unexpectedly
I hope To find a way out of this insanity
You are you, and I am  me.

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Political Debate

Silver lips convince  
Enlightened minds to forget
Moral intellect.

    Truth tip toes through golden lies,
    Into un-commissioned  eyes.

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First Base

Hi, hello, I'm not writing this to be cold or 
condemning, considering I've politely
played by your rulebook since the beginning
Before you asked and i started giving.

Ive struck out twice, me the batter 
and you the pitcher; in my foolish, 
fumbled,and friendly attempts
To better understand the 
image you present.

Seriously, please note i barley made 
it to the fourth inning before, 
you chose not to revise the words 
you were sending. 

They suddenly Slammed 
me back to first base 
eyes carelessly cartwheeling 
In the story you 
were spinning.

You typed me out like i was some 
kinda naive second hand stalker,
 while i was attempting
 to be a silly sweet
 smooth talker.

I've apologized post haste for my part 
that left us in this awkward place. 
I implore to articulate how do i wipe
the slate clean?

Just name the time and space
Where i can play my role to your pace
Id like to pleasantly convince you 
That i clearly know my place.

Copyright © Tiffany Ragsdale | Year Posted 2012