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Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop

Workshop for poetry written in traditional forms.
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  • Mohammad Skati (8/25/2014 4:26:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Rhymes and rhythms are great, but they need people to know about them, so they can use them well.

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (8/21/2014 10:58:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Reading with sense educate us to grasp the things around us and put in the rhyme of nature ...

  • Mohammad Skati (8/21/2014 12:37:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Reading more poems about rhymes and rhythms help any poet. Thanks.

  • Denise Naidoo (8/17/2014 3:59:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Hi guys! Please check out my spoken word below

    Let me know what you think! : -) Advice appreciated! ! ! ! !

    Much Love!

  • Drashi Shah (7/30/2014 8:21:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    My small little rhyme....

    Small Rhyme

    ohh..! this day longs
    with sad songs
    eyes speaks
    more better
    than my mind ticks....
    ©Drashi P. Shah

  • Zoila T. Flores (7/26/2014 6:46:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Rhythm and Rhyme,
    Good poetry will charm,
    Exploring big words,
    I swear, Won't harm.

  • Richard Beevor (7/15/2014 3:41:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Clouds In The Mind

    Cemetery gates in the damp morning mist,
    death in the air of a summer's kiss,
    island of mercy, fortress of light,
    garden of tranquility, love life dismissed.

    Angels of the havens, holders of the gate,
    open to our cry, or are we overly late,
    prison of decision, egg in empty shell,
    return our light to heaven, or condemn to hell.

  • Terrance Tracy (7/4/2014 2:43:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Foolish Journey
    O the anguish that hurts the soul are words spoken when one’s emotions are high, vicious accusations relentlessly expressed gave birth to a foolish journey to find some rest.

    The seasonal high humidity and heat accompany the disabled voyager on a foolish journey to what end he did not know nor care.

    With each step pain is felt in his temporal body and eternal soul, health or peril he did not care on this foolish journey to nowhere.

    One more step and then another, one more step and then another the voyager rehearsed in his mind giving no thought as to what he left behind.

    Traveling on a busy highway struggling with each step the voyager stumbled by a familiar church perhaps he should stop here, but his soul was wounded and he would not abide in there.

    One quarter of a mile up the highway he spied a bridge with grave needs for a voyager to rest, there he will sit and pray to his God to ask for forgiveness for undertaking such a foolish journey.

    Reaching the bridge he accepts the invitation of the rail and begins to contemplate the fruition of his fate, dear Lord what have I done I left behind the love of my life in this test of strife.

    The traffic was heavy and so was his soul, as the voyager sat on the bridge rail several cars stopped and offered help but all the voyager could muster was to say that he was homeless and nowhere to go; for he wanted to be alone with his Lord and ask for his sins to be atoned; he just wanted people to leave him alone.

    Hampered with physical limitations he could not take a step forward or back so he just sat there and began praying and hearing his Lord speaking to his heart that which you have done was not very smart.

    I do not condemn you so look for no stones for your sins have been atoned return to your love, the wife of your youth, for I will give you strength to endure the hardships and defeat the roaring lion that roars your ears and has caused you to be covered in tears.
    Terrance Tracy

  • Vivek Mishra (7/4/2014 2:20:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    I'm new here. Please be gentle. :)


    Without the security where I want to be
    You are far away and a thousand miles impose upon

    I am shackled with tears but you are free of fears
    Why do I whisper and no one hears

    I lusted in thought
    I rusted and fought

    sleight of fate and the one that you've done
    strikes an immature infinity and I'm dying young

    fallen from grace I see a face and it never ceases
    You break one heart and I gather a thousand pieces.

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/3/2014 10:47:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Valuable guidance on rhythm and rhyme is requested from the persons of eminence in the subject which can be understood well.

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