Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop

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  • Rookie Gerald Sedillo (3/22/2010 5:13:00 PM) Post reply
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    I feel that too many people use rhyme like a blunt object, flailing madly and in their own process destroying the poem they are trying to make. People should consider muting the rhyme with enjambing of the lines and removing end-stop lines from the areas to be rhymed. Too many AABB rhyme schemes out there. It hurts...

  • Rookie Robin Eriksson (3/21/2010 3:04:00 AM) Post reply

    mine rims a bit check them out =)

    http: //www.freshmensadjustments.blogspot.com/

    follow me and every day i will post new stuffs i hope you people can get insperation from this ^^

  • Rookie Joshua Poetical King Sovea (3/8/2010 7:07:00 AM) Post reply

    Mental Insanity, Invisions Of The Lame, The Hardstyle Feeling Is The Thought Invain, The Feeling Of Wonder, The Sound That Goes, The Thought That Death Is Near Yet Slow, You Know That Life Is Like A Speeding Train, Yet They Scream Out Thoughts Tha Make Your Blood Drain, The Posibiltiys Of Thoughts And The Act, But in The End Were Wtill Under Deaths Attck! !

    - Joshua Poetical King Sovea

    Thats just some stuff i do when im at school and i Cant Be Botherd To Listen to The Teacher...

  • Rookie Jonathan Leong (2/22/2010 11:44:00 PM) Post reply

    Greetings from the outter dimensions. I am a poet currently seeking advice on what I should expect when publishing books. My goal this decade is to publish my first two books, one on poetry and another concerning a science fiction novel. I am a freshmen in high school and I do realize I have much to learn, so please, anything you can do to help would be great!

  • Rookie - 717 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (2/10/2010 7:14:00 PM) Post reply

    In writing this piece, I focused on the main idea, and used simple words to reflect what one feels and thinks of when hearing a baby laugh. Simplicity, brevity, unity of thought, and emotion were the elements woven in, with a last line as conclusion, so the poem does not 'hang'.


    Each time I hear a baby's laughter
    I feel a tickle in my heart.

    I have to stop and listen better
    Catching each note of musical art.

    Such innocent laugh in joy released,
    A soothing balm for a wearied soul.

    All earthly worries seem to ease,
    A baby's laughter makes me whole.

    (Composed July 18,2008 -Tarlac City Philippines

  • Rookie - 717 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (2/9/2010 12:33:00 AM) Post reply

    The letter 'I' was omitted at the posting of the poem title - it should be 'I Must Have Swallowed the Key'

  • Rookie - 717 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (2/9/2010 12:28:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    This was one of my first attempts at poetry and it had earned many reviews in many other sites. I found out most readers like simplicity of words, brevity, and a common idea for the content - here it was a love departed but returning.


    Please do not come back
    And say that you love me.
    I'm the one that you lack
    And your life's been so empty.

    There's nothing to recover
    For this heart's closed to love.
    It's just now you discover
    A treasure you have snubbed.

    Why unearth the mystique
    Of a past that is buried?
    And so hurt someone weak
    With goodbyes that were hurried?

    You longed for my voice
    And the feeling of bliss,
    But you made the wrong choice
    When you left Love like this.

    Gone is the arrow that Cupid shot
    Padlocked this heart, you see.
    Though you pry it open, you cannot-
    For I must have swallowed the key.

    Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello-
    (Written May 2,2009 - Tarlac City, Philippines)

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  • Rookie - 4 Points Kyle Hamp (2/8/2010 1:05:00 PM) Post reply

    critique and suggestions are welcome and really needed! !

    'I pray sunlight remembers me.'

    A helping of that loneliness
    Has endangered my whole life.
    Its bitter and it quakes me.
    Its siren's song do so entice.

    As does the ink of an octopus
    Left to drift in its departure
    I shiver forgotten too
    Like the devil's discarded garter.

    My hands quiver slightly
    As if to always remind me
    Of the fear I have of fearing
    That dull starlight won't remind me-

    To embrace the drug of sleep
    That only burns to comfort me.
    Only darkness bakes me apple pies.
    I pray sunlight remembers me.

    Kyle S. Hamp

  • Rookie - 4 Points Kyle Hamp (2/6/2010 2:31:00 PM) Post reply


    Thunder isn't present.
    Lightning doesn't strike.
    The flood after a heart breaks
    Is what this storm is like.

    Twilight claims the daytime.
    God has got the blues
    For once again I'm late again
    In paying my past dues.

    The color of the living
    Has blackened without night.
    Drowning are the daffodils
    Without the sun's sweet light.

    A dilapidated canine
    With fur like scaly skin
    Licks with his pink failing tongue
    God's tears. He drinks them in.

    This puppy is a martyr.
    He believes he will be saved,
    But sadly or maybe gladly
    Under the sun he will be paved.

    Kyle S. Hamp

  • Rookie - 717 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (2/3/2010 5:19:00 PM) Post reply

    This is another of my poems with rhyme and rhythm, and a subtle message of faith. I use simple words and phrases as these easily connect to the readers
    and even to those not so familiar with poetry can relate to them. Comments appreciated, these poems were posted at others sites since 2008-2009 and have had positive reviews.


    I am crossing my red sea
    And the waters are high
    They're over and above me
    And they make me cry.

    The burdens are heavy
    Gargantuan tasks
    The challenges many
    More than I can ask.

    The staff that You gave me
    Is this little pen
    For writing is surely
    What You intend.

    I am crossing my red sea
    And my hopes will be bright
    As long as You're with me
    My life is alright.

    My needs You do know
    As I journey across
    I will trust You and so
    I will not suffer loss.

    Hold my hand in this sea
    Many times I will stumble
    Let me reach victory
    For I know You are able!

    'I love You, O Lord, my Strength.'
    Psalm 18: 1
    May 25,2009
    Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
    February 3,2010

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