Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop
(10/14/2012 8:19:00 PM)
Some comments please, does it read ok, make sense. Based around a real event.
While most would cherish their whole family
Your only treasure was motherly
The visitor pegs were still like new
May as well of got a refund on the sofa too
I couldn't just be part of the mahogany
To be kicked around like furniture, was never me
A wedding one year party for my bro' I had to go
So what if I worked all day, I'd still come home tho'
The days of frustration were plenty
The excuses you gave were mistrust and jealousy
I'm sure when they gave out compassion
You and your mum must of been on a ration
It was kind of drastic, some would say crazy
When you chased in pyjamas, like a jealous mad lady
To the end of the road, and the alley I went
Peeped out to see your shadow, chasing with dissent
A running man under the moonlight I became
Your bedroom demeanour could of earned you some fame
Though your purpose was scary and intense
You felt one grab could make me see your sense
One more turning and I was sure I'd be alright
Just a few minutes more, for a taxi at midnight
As i stumbled inside, I said where I want to be
Alongside my bro, casue we're all family!
(10/12/2012 11:03:00 PM)
Guys... Is my Verse... alive?(haha. I love Emily.)
A Sonnet for Cesar
A gentle face, that mark’d my heart profound-
should hands of mine caress your bony cheek;
A regal visage I would like have crowned,
And I’d traverse your frail and wight physique-
For I’d lick dry your sacred strong demesne.
Your eyes do pore like rain, it chills quite fine;
My lips of liquid drench, could not abstain,
We’d kiss with sweet delight, our souls align!
The orange warmth and measure glowing skin,
and sweeter length of your so lovely bones,
to jaunty widths that is your soul, therein;
and flesh to flesh, I’d love with love- with moans.
And oh, if you were mine, you’d be my rose-
And oh, if we could kiss, I’d stop this prose.
David C Probst
(10/11/2012 8:05:00 AM)
A stormy night it was that shook the trees
Their lofty heads dishevelled by the wind
Like humans waking from their restless sleep
Deprived of vigour, diffusèd in their minds.
That night the blackbird clinging to its nest
Attempting to preserve its fragile breed
From being swept away by zephyr’s jest
Made way to nature’s deadly, heedless deed.
Abandoned and exposèd thus did lie
Two naked eggs the bird was meant to hatch
Still warm and lulled in false security
Yet doomed without their parent's soothing thatch -
And yet, despite such dim imperative
The weak one died, the stronger one survived!
(10/6/2012 6:50:00 AM)
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Check this out...i'm kinda new here and will be needing guide from the experienced one...please i want you all to comment on this
" I never knew i could fly
until i see you cry
Patiently waiting for your smile
but it's way long along the tide
you make me walk the mile
even though its for a while
i never knew i could fly
until i see me try..."Replies for this message:
(10/17/2012 6:30:00 AM)
great, but don`t confine your feelings to just rhyming, use free verse or blank verse,
Okoronkwo Jackson Jonathan
(10/8/2012 2:40:00 PM)
I love your portrayed idea but you have to synchronize your lines to allow a free flow and sensational link. Add meaning I mean. Check the first two lines.
- Gulsher John (10/17/2012 6:30:00 AM) Post reply
B. V. Dahlen
(10/5/2012 8:10:00 AM)
Writing in rhyme and meter takes discipline. Trying to capture complex ideas while confined to structure can stifle some people. I find that searching for the " perfect" word to balance my line sometimes leads me to an even better expression of my thoughts. Please read and comment on some of my poems and let me know what you think. Thanks. Bea (B. V. Dahlen)
(9/21/2012 8:33:00 AM)
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Can you see your reflection through my eyes.
Covered in glitter and drowning in lies.
Are you staring back at an image you’ve come to despise
All that poison has left you broken and unwise.
Hiding behind a facade, nothing is as it seems.
Lost in an illusion and caught up in a dream.
Blinded by the haze of your own destruction.
In the wake of a bitter seduction.
Will your eyes be forever wide shut,
Hiding behind all that smoke and smut?
What happens when you finally fall to your knees
And there is no one to answer your pleas?
When will you be able to look into her eyes,
Free and totally stripped of your disguise?Replies for this message:
Okoronkwo Jackson Jonathan
(10/8/2012 2:27:00 PM)
Hmmm! Wonderful write. Great work. I love all the lines.
(10/5/2012 3:07:00 AM)
wow! ! you are awesome.. you're great.. i just wonder who is your inspiration =))
(9/25/2012 11:08:00 AM)
Saundra, this poem is cleverly written " Hiding behind a facade, nothing is as it seems. Lost in an illusion and caught up in a dream. " I love these two lines especially. Great write!
- Okoronkwo Jackson Jonathan (10/8/2012 2:27:00 PM) Post reply
(9/19/2012 8:25:00 PM)
Hello there guys and gals, Well, i am not looking for people to comment on my Poems, no sir, i would like for all of you out there to Give me your name and Favorite poems, and i will Comment and like them depends on their awesomeness, Don't be afraid and Message me your Favorite poems, Good day.
Chettur Aishwarya Shrivastav
(8/10/2012 11:17:00 AM)
(8/8/2012 6:28:00 PM)
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Please tell me what you think, and of ways to improve my poems. Thank You.
Song of Life-
My dependency on your resplendency
Has brought my once thought fiction
Crowning you as my new addiction
Listen closely now to the steadfast sound
You have my heart pounding out loud
Do with it as you must
Only to you will I entrust
This muscle that allows you to behold my presence
For it is the living essence
Of my love to you my dearest
So as long as you can hear it
The day will never come
When our lustful feelings grow numb
Together our beating hearts compose the beat
To our song that remains unsung
We together can live our lives
And in the process form our paradise
Now with every step forward we take
We will begin to create
A song from our hearts
Filled only with the perfect words
The three words that ring true
More so than others do
I love you.
Adam M. Snow
(8/4/2012 7:57:00 PM)
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There once was a lady by the name of Ladylove,
who was said to be a saint sent from above.
But no one knew just who she was;
a ghost indeed was she, was she.
She approached a swain one day, one sorrowful day;
stealing his heart as she ran away.
She left with a flutter in a moonlit still,
her beauty graces her for a splendid time.
She haste to a pond of midnight glow,
a lad soon followed as he watched her go.
She looked in his eyes with sadness there,
looking away as she's engulfed in light.
She step a foot in glistening water still,
meandering a swan not by will.
The boy he haste to grasp her hand,
letting his love guide as they shift to swans;
he a swan of black and she white,
they soar now into the ever moonlight.
The story now told of a love everlasting,
of two young swans, on moonlit casting.
-Adam M. Snow
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