Post
Experience Project iOS Android Apps | Download EP for your Mobile Device

I Write Poems That Rarely Rhyme

Personal Stories, Advice, and Support 115 People

    No Need to Rhyme

    You can write a poem without a rhyme. Rhyming is irrelevant when poetry is the subject.
    LylaRocks LylaRocks 26-30, F Feb 10, 2009

    Your Response

    Cancel

    So True

    Sometimes when i write them i wonder if i could really consider it a poem, or just a short story
    lekseia lekseia 16-17, F 2 Responses Oct 29, 2011

    Your Response

    Cancel

    I Was So Happy to Find This Group. Mine Never Rhyme. :d

    Just one glimpse of how your hair lays across the pillowcase and I find myself breathless tears sliding their way from the corners of my blessed eyes. Yours are closed. Locked away in some velveteen slumber You lie still as I wrap myself around you Closer and closer...
    lastleafoffall lastleafoffall 26-30 Dec 27, 2008

    Your Response

    Cancel

    Yellowish Death

    Swirling blue neuron's get crossed I can no longer breath click click click click AHHHHHAHHHHH. Its slowly kills my soul. a yellowish death stole so much of my life. Greed is what I can compare "it" to, nothing will ever heal my wounds, that nice blue sky eye was replace by...
    melz1108 melz1108 26-30, F Nov 18, 2010

    Your Response

    Cancel

    Mecanicity ?

    The usage of rhymes is too often a mechanical adaptation of identical sounds. The assembly of words and ideas without mechanical research is often closer to real human feelings.
    juliegirlie juliegirlie 41-45, M 2 Responses May 22, 2011

    Your Response

    Cancel

    Lollipops And Loving You.

    bittersweet memories, our affections all gone sour, happiness wraps around sugary sweet confections, tongues stained crimson whisper our misfortune.
    sinflower sinflower 26-30, F Apr 22, 2011

    Your Response

    Cancel

    that seems odd to me seeing,

    as poetry has such little to do with ryme, and has everything to do with the interaction of both the poetry, and the pros. in many different combinations, depending on which dynamic of poetry is at play in that particular poem.
    deleted deleted 26-30 Oct 16, 2015

    Your Response

    Cancel

    When You're Alone.

    What do you feel when you're alone? Not a speckle or sparkle nor barely a particle, of noun. No single wisp or eyes upon, Places left or future gone. With no judgment of actions or words or faces, How do you act with no one to occupy these spaces? Does red water spill over your...
    Hippopotomus Hippopotomus 13-15, F Sep 27, 2012

    Your Response

    Cancel

    Take me back and kiss me with green eyes.

    Show me that this great love is not a lie. Read my thoughts and hold my hand. Tell me we’re still in Wonderland. Touch me with soft finger tips. Feel my heart against your lips. Here I stand alone in the room. Seems as I’m in love with the moon. Your heart and mine were...
    catherineeac catherineeac 13-15, F Oct 16, 2015

    Your Response

    Cancel

    Poet.

    Three things which inspire the poet: An eye to see the world with brightness A heart which smells with sincerity And the courage to return it loyally.
    juliegirlie juliegirlie 41-45, M 1 Response Jun 29, 2011

    Your Response

    Cancel

    A Wrinkle In Time

    The layers surround her little world a world of pain pain penetrating her layer by layer penetrating her innocence innocence never known by her little world Known as life to her life that she has always struggled to love always feeling cheated feeling within layers of her despair...
    melz1108 melz1108 26-30, F Nov 18, 2010

    Your Response

    Cancel

    Poetry Doesn't Have To Rhyme

    but songs usually do ... I've published 7 books of verse (+ a couple of novels) in Australia, but I've only ever written 2 poems that rhymed. Yes, they were both very successful performance pieces. ended doing them as talking blues. but, to the point: Ghazal to the beloved on...
    raedeejay raedeejay 66-70, M Dec 13, 2012

    Your Response

    Cancel

    O Ye Little Faith

    When will you learn to take each moment as it comes without faltering.Whining at what it might turn out to be.Your lack of trust is a great handicap, and it is organically tied with your inner wealth. Which turns out to be dust and ashes.
    thesower thesower 51-55 Jan 28, 2012

    Your Response

    Cancel

    Related Experiences

    THE FIRES OF ISHKATEH (ISH-KA-TAY) Along the Appalachian Trail, A bonfire pungent, burn’n, Turns smoke, to dreams of fantasy, I find my thoughts are turn’n To council fires...
    bethsmiles bethsmiles 31-35, F 1 hr ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Child of the beach, Child of the desert The wind threatens the sand castles shaped by my fingers Time spares no one, alas The years pass But the echo and the tune won't escape...
    ThePoeticPrince ThePoeticPrince 16-17, M 1 Response 1 day ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Black Clinging to ledge Stretching blood scratched finger tips out On hard cold stone Gusts trying to pry me away In the darkness Clinging to you A shale of scripts and...
    silenttomorrows silenttomorrows 51-55, M 1 Response 1 day ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    As I watch my love sleep, I revel in the exquisite and impossible truth that she has chosen to be mine. Such things are just not supposed to be for someone like me, someone who has...
    DaughterOfRain DaughterOfRain 31-35, F 1 Response 1 day ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Metastatic Always so independent until the end, Mom, Even your death subscribed to your own wishes. When we knew you were sick, No doubts remaining, a Few of us lucky ones had...
    Madrina81 Madrina81 31-35, F 2 Responses 4 days ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    The sunset is now just a daring orange flare beyond the treeline. I drive along a back road, 100 miles down the massive levee from home, in the ancient floodplains of the river...
    Madrina81 Madrina81 31-35, F 1 Response 4 days ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    I lost myself in the moment Amid the rush of memories past Bile and tears were both rising My heart was beating fast Then I saw the whole of me As if with my two eyes And despite...
    RoadPoet RoadPoet 41-45, M 4 Responses 4 days ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Several people have messaged me asking me to repost this piece. Enjoy! Siren of the Deep I find your footprints that lead this rocky shore. Scraps of your clothing tossed...
    AmazingPoet AmazingPoet 41-45, M 4 days ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Did I ever tell you I feel physically great Emotionally unstable And without you I'm more tempted With you I feel more capable And it's funny to you I have a tempter In case you...
    LeahLovee LeahLovee 70+, F 2 Responses 5 days ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Waiting for you Each second seems like a minute, an hour Waiting for you Little Billy at number 23 grows another two inches Whilst Mum's roses wilt and die Petals on the floor In...
    silenttomorrows silenttomorrows 51-55, M a week ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    This is a little crappy piece I did whilst feeling bad about myself, but it helped me feel better. It's called Hello Katie. Enjoy and tell me what you think about it. Hello Katie...
    candlelitman candlelitman 18-21, M a week ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Out in the sticks, far from the cityThe wind blows her hair, it's so fine and prettyWe thirst for cold drink, on this hot summer nightA watering hole, flashing neon blue lightMy...
    Abyssfull Abyssfull 51-55, M a week ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    to the other woman you wonder why and you always get the same answer "it's not all black and white and you're to young to understand" well truth and lies are black and white...
    luv2pee23 luv2pee23 18-21, F a week ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    This is my life, where I was born and raised and grew and broke. This is the ABC's of my life. "A" as in anxiety for the feeling I got in my stomach when "B" as in bystander's...
    Peterpansxwifey Peterpansxwifey 16-17, F a week ago

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Its time to take a trip. Time cast a rolling shadow. My ride may not be a horse on four hooves. Its a 110 cubic Inch on two wheels and black and chrome. I have had my time in...
    GWMH GWMH 56-60, M 2 Responses Feb 5

    Your Response

    Cancel
    creativity is my drug creativity is my meth my heroin my cocane and ecstasy the Mary Jane in your blunt that takes you to higher state of mind and leave you floating there among...
    luv2pee23 luv2pee23 18-21, F Feb 5

    Your Response

    Cancel
    I'm not going, not after my face got caught up to your nose ring I'm needy jokingly, I'm taking selfies over the sink posing Me myself and I, self destructing, cause I'm on the...
    LeahLovee LeahLovee 70+, F Feb 4

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Siren of the Deep I find your footprints that lead this rocky shore. Scraps of your clothing tossed apart without sanity. Cold hearts of treason that runs amok. The pure madness...
    AmazingPoet AmazingPoet 41-45, M Feb 3

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Man Hunt I saw the was you looked at her That demon in your eyes She told me that she loved you true Despite my being wise "She's my best friend" I calmly warned "You hurt her...
    GreenEyedFox GreenEyedFox 22-25, F 1 Response Feb 2

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Lovely lines of blurry blood. Clean and clear cuts slathered with the liquid thick and messy, and oh how it reminded her of mud. Dirty heart and damned soul, only seemingly fit her...
    QueenVen QueenVen 16-17, F Feb 1

    Your Response

    Cancel
    hey guys a first poem posted online. id lik positve criticism. Gladiator ur mind stored plots ur eyes held dark mystery ur nose sensed fear ur words icy cold ur chest bares marks...
    honeyme20 honeyme20 18-21, F 2 Responses Feb 1

    Your Response

    Cancel
    what died inside of this heart left claw marks on the walls a smile reserved for a precious moment be ready when she calls
    nnysspawn nnysspawn 36-40, F 1 Response Feb 1

    Your Response

    Cancel
    picnic with me in the moonlight as I read you my darkest secrets let's lose ourselves in poetry hoping to find answers in reality dance with me in the moonlight as I whisper my...
    nnysspawn nnysspawn 36-40, F Feb 1

    Your Response

    Cancel
    lost poem glowing embers fall frozen in time dragon's tears to the grave once open hearts collided poetry of a loaded gun emotional bird shot scattered bleeding my mind mood eyes...
    nnysspawn nnysspawn 36-40, F Feb 1

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Where giant clouds rollover blue skies of dazzling sunlight playing hide and seek with glow and rain we are the winners every time the prism colours arch across the sky turning...
    silenttomorrows silenttomorrows 51-55, M 1 Response Jan 31

    Your Response

    Cancel
    There’s a window in my head That only I can see It is the gate way to my fantasy There I am a hero, master and king I am capable of doing anything When I dwell there the world...
    melbdad melbdad 51-55, M 1 Response Jan 31

    Your Response

    Cancel
    Blue Peeling tears away Unveiling realms grieving Blue Forget me knots
    silenttomorrows silenttomorrows 51-55, M Jan 31

    Your Response

    Cancel
    searching abyss banter in vain ferocity's cage silently insane oh give me words! spilling onto the page my crimson prose end this rage open wounds to reveal the heart carved on...
    nnysspawn nnysspawn 36-40, F 1 Response Jan 30

    Your Response

    Cancel