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I Write Poems That Rarely Rhyme

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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 22-25, F Apr 22, 2011

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    I was really into it a couple months ago. I might make some new material again. I just think it's hard sometimes as I'm not very creative http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by...
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