Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop
(8/14/2013 8:31:00 PM)
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Mother with Alzheimer's
Spittle strand a thread unravelling
A tapestry of scattered scenes
That mumble jumbled benedictions
While softly fraying from the seams
Shuttle shooting recognition
Thoughts that warp against the weft
Grieving family's expeditions
Tries to bind to all that's left
A patchwork cloth of distant memories
Woven trails in monochrome
Line dusty walls in vacant hallways
Her clouding eyes an empty home
Once that fabric graced her family
Clothed them al in its embrace
But now a threadbare fading pattern
Pallid flesh a distant face
Silent thief that stole her presence
Robbed the mind and dimmed her son
Stills the soul and claims it's essence
As she slowly comes undone
(8/9/2013 6:18:00 AM)
Above Guilty Ground
Inspired by words
When words chop the workshop
We woodshop the hurse
The woodchuck would up-chuck
Tattoed on the Nun-chuck
Are Dragons and Dungeons
Rhythm Rhyme Rum Reds
A virgen so grounded
In a world of flying phux
Angels fathom at thy Soul
Split the Atom in the Snow.
When Innosence Inspires Guilt
Above Guilty Grounds of Silk
Killed the Guild and Filled the Milf
Chocolate Milk on Towers built.
One Man's Treasure's others' Filth
Freestyle never pays the Bills
We prefer the Urban Hoods
Than the ghettos on the hills
Just a product of thy Nation
Yet we call it Inspiration.
8.9.13 4: 09AM
(Respectfully, Inspired by the Poet Mr. Adam M. Snow)
(8/6/2013 3:47:00 AM)
Poem Hunter Poetry Contest has officially started. You can enter with your favorite poem now or write a new one and submit it before August 31st,2013.
Prize is $1,000 for the winner and $250 for the 2nd and 3rd place..
You can write in any poetic style and on any subject.
Entering the contest is free.
(8/5/2013 4:18:00 AM)
going to write my first ever sonnet 25 years into a writing career...the results should be fun, I'll post it on poemhunter later this week
rhythm I enjoy in poetry but rarely (outside of the Romantics of the 18th C.) do I enjoy rhyming work
(7/29/2013 5:42:00 AM)
PLEASE READ MY COLLECTION! ! ! ! ! I am a young, aspiring poet looking for feedback. Thanks, Jack Growden
Adam M. Snow
(7/18/2013 1:43:00 AM)
I have seen Maelstroms Eternal
By: Adam M. Snow
I write with flowers of ink,
thou love poured out on page,
in a slumbering alder away in endless flight;
swaying with the stars, so white 'gainst the black night sky.
Facing the horizons, on the calm black waters called -ink.
-I write for thee that thou heart be free.
I have seen maelstroms eternal,
mount in my soul but endless;
-An abyss without thee, I dare thee not.
By starlight the rushes lean over thee wide:
-The ink on the page is erased,
-The text is long forgotten.
Adam M. Snow
(6/29/2013 7:59:00 PM)
Under the Innocent Sky
By: Adam M. Snow
Under the innocent sky,
ever serene and fair.
Beauty is the stars on high,
taking away our despair.
Ever so silent it can be,
with still a melody that can be heard.
Close your eyes imagine free,
with wings stretched wide, like a morning bird.
Soaring through the dark blue sky,
ever serene and fair;
joining with the stars on high,
feeling the wind between your hair.
Even though the dream's not true,
we can still admire from afar,
the beauty the sky, so dark and blue,
and the many dancing stars.
(6/28/2013 6:41:00 AM)
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My sister just discovered she was pregnant and all it took was a little line to chang her life.
One little line defines a life.
One little line cuts like a knife
One little line thats all it takes
One little line can raise your stakes
Two little lines can change a life.
Two little lines can take a life.
Two little lines, thats all it takes.
Two little lines can pinpoint lifes mistakes
Three little lines dont determin much.
All except who have the touch.
Three little lines dont make a fuss.
Three little lines they arent that rough.
Four little lines can make a square.
Four little lines for equal shares.
Four little lines define the road.
Four little lines set the tone.
(6/13/2013 9:55:00 AM)
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Have you ever seen a lady with fried chicken in her hair?
Or slept with thirty seagulls in very deep despair?
Have you witnessed glowing sunsets while hanging by your teeth
From a thirty meter tree with hungry roaches underneath?
Have you thrilled to singing waffles doused in motor oil
While demented chimpanzees wrapped your feet in metal foil?
Have you soared above the Andes supported by umbrellas
Lifted to the zenith by four thousand farting fellahs?
Or wandered on the shores
Of the far away Azores
While your ears were gently trembled
By the most persistent snores
Of a somnolent tarantula
In stylish striped plus fours?
If so, there is little I can add to your life.
You had better leave me now and go back to your wife.
(5/25/2013 4:20:00 AM)
I am not a native English speaker and not in a position to criticize anyone but just asking: Do your rhymes match together?