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  • Rookie - 246 Points Aidan Cost (9/4/2014 6:30:00 PM) Post reply
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    As Autumn is overshadowed by the winter, of our relation,
    a evergreen splinter, from a rose of depreciation,
    pierces my skin to reveal, the velvet fluid in its part,
    towards a beating chamber to seal my damaged heart,
    the chambers walls have been broken time after time, its true,
    but the deep cut scars engraved on its walls were sculpted by you.

  • Bronze Star - 2,782 Points Points Of View (9/4/2014 2:51:00 AM) Post reply

    " this love is for keeps

    no matter what it takes...

    this love grows strong and deep

    no room for weak."

  • Rookie - 5 Points Keith Robson (9/1/2014 11:35:00 AM) Post reply

    The poetry of life.

    I feel the tiredness of my years, those quiet times when breath appears
    in melting mosaic imagery, upon the mirrors of a sea
    that only calls so many names, through pious sunlit tortured flames
    that scrape themselves away from light, then wander off into a night
    of promises and empty eyes, the kind that used to hold surprise
    when church songs played in moonlit rain, afraid to wander back again
    through open doors and empty hearts, until the rhythm of night departs,
    like shadow paintings on a wall, the kind that dance, but never call.

    I know the mysticism of time, so much gone by within my rhyme
    so much still here, so much to come, yet even time stands still for some,
    for hours are bolsters for a head to dream of life and death instead
    of dreaming silently away the hours of each poem of day,
    life’s poetry holds certain charm, it holds you up from fault or harm,
    then brings you back to Earth again, to laugh your joys, or feel your pain,
    I write to breathe, I breathe to live, for words hold many things to give
    to tortured souls and hearts that grieve, to countless spirits that believe.

    I seek the beauty that seeks me, a celtic song, a sleeping sea,
    a moonlit road that points the way to everything life needs to say,
    a baby’s laugh, a robin’s call, so much to touch me after all,
    the souls I meet upon the road, the friends who wish to share my load
    to lift me up, to share a joke, when shoulders bow beneath the yoke
    but most of all a heart to share, to walk with me to who knows where
    to hold me close when it gets dark, to raise me up just like a lark
    to lay by me as evenings dim, so much of life is like a hymn...

  • Gold Star - 16,214 Points Mohammad Skati (8/25/2014 4:26:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

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

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    • Gold Star - 16,214 Points John Westlake (9/7/2014 2:41:00 PM) Post reply

      Just knowing about them is not enough. Learning and knowing how to use them is very important. Many people DO know about them but do not have the ability to use them correctly.

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (8/21/2014 10:58:00 PM) Post reply

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

  • Gold Star - 16,214 Points Mohammad Skati (8/21/2014 12:37:00 PM) Post reply

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

  • Rookie - 7 Points Denise Naidoo (8/17/2014 3:59:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi guys! Please check out my spoken word below


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

    Much Love!

  • Rookie - 284 Points Drashi Shah (7/30/2014 8:21:00 AM) Post reply

    My small little rhyme....

    Small Rhyme

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

  • Rookie - 359 Points Zoila T. Flores (7/26/2014 6:46:00 PM) Post reply

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

  • Veteran Poet - 1,094 Points Richard Beevor (7/15/2014 3:41:00 PM) Post reply

    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.

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