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I Write Poetry That Doesn't Rhyme

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    Similar Father...

    I had this everlasting yearning one time when I was growing up, that I'd meet the father I never knew.. someone who looked like me, or rather, someone I looked like.. My mother often told me that I had his smile, and his laugh and his same questioning face. How badly did I want...
    Thumpur Thumpur 22-25, F 3 Responses Jul 20, 2011

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    Tomorrow

    tomorrow has to be better than today tomorrow has to be better than today was tomorrwo has to be better than this tomorrow can't hurt this bad tomorrow my heart can't hurt this bad tomorroe can't hurt this bad tomorrow has to be better than this tomorrow has to be better...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Nov 30, 2009

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    Alocaus Nuin

    Crossing this bridge, follow through this twilight, beset by unknowns as to where it is headed, such a thing gives glimpses, like perpetual feelings of closeness, to those that have come and gone. In an endless escapade, over this bridge, is the unbelievable, with the vanishing...
    Nearth179 Nearth179 22-25 Apr 16, 2013

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    Their Limbs Were Not Enough

    Sometimes in the late hour, When mist comes out to greet pavement We find that we are not The grand statues we thought we were, That today will wash away like rain in sewer trails And that we are still not enough.
    yellowduckie yellowduckie 26-30 1 Response Nov 30, 2009

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    A moment of shyness,

    and a little gulp I stared into her reflection.. and found her,looking into my eyes..
    Damien89 Damien89 22-25, M 2 Responses Feb 13

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    We are risk takers We say we want freedom We

    question ourselves every minute What will we do to get what we want? Will we actually pursue dreams In order to achieve happiness From within. Or will we strive for common sense? Common sense leads to having Everything needed to survive. But do we all want to survive so...
    maryolyy maryolyy 18-21, F Apr 7

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    I Walk The Line, My Line

    When the darkest of places blocks out all vision still you will see, mind creates from world so blank moves projected so stasis is stayed, if one step fails another takes its place, many paths to the same...
    RoselynnMagnolia RoselynnMagnolia 22-25, F 1 Response Jun 23, 2013

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    I've been loved, but never loved.

    I have seen, but have never been seen. I've never been heard, but have called. I've followed close behind, but never noticed. I've grinned, but it wasn't true. Tears were there, but they never fell. - Bad poetry by Roabie; 2014.
    Roabie Roabie 70+ Nov 18

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    Aoruel

    a glimpse to the keyboard music filling my ears and I view these keys black and white smudges among the clean ones little to think of like summers gone by in memory I recall a fragment of fiction fills me a simple metaphor thrust upon my enclosure of mental fallacy and I stare...
    Nearth179 Nearth179 22-25 Dec 9, 2012

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    I Give, And Give.

    So much heart ache n hard times have I been through..So many nights do I lay awake in bed..wondering about when everything will makes sense again. I used to have so much, and I cared so little, and now the little that I have, is all I care about. My heart is heavy, and I'm afraid...
    Thumpur Thumpur 22-25, F Nov 18, 2010

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    Longing

    I still Long for her touch. I cannot Own her heart. yet I recall Vividly her words. our love is of a Evil fate. this was a Hindrance to her. I can only try Easing her discomfort. with this act I will Release her. from my heart to "LOVE HER" from afar
    kai2 kai2 22-25, M 1 Response Oct 19, 2013

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    The Quiet Ones

    It's always the quiet ones With puzzled eyes and Stoney hearts That make me want to Unravel I can't resist the challenge The riddle of why Not me The first, my Doom Led me on a string till I hung myself Then left me twitching out to dry Then came alone my little Bird...
    noniemouse noniemouse 36-40, F Oct 3, 2013

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    Homeless~ This house is no longer a home No it

    is a steel death trap and I'm the unsuspecting prey To truly be myself I am deemed guilty as sin Bedrooms are not meant for sleeping but it's where you embrace the darkness Oh that pleasant void where my oppressors are not allowed It's this darkness that will set me free and...
    ScarletNightmare ScarletNightmare 13-15, F Feb 17

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    Poetry For Me

    Poetry is a part of my soul Words constantly flowing, swirling within and around me As I'm walking down the street, or when lying awake in bed Any time day or night, there's no halt in this head of mine Thoughts singing in my ears, Language becomes my art, arranging them - my...
    OnShiningStars3 OnShiningStars3 26-30, F 1 Response May 23, 2013

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    Grace

    Apples falling from the trees cardinal moments, gravity Standing with his sign; smile He knows secrets, I'm coveting Infinitely changed, blinking eyes Fire consumes, the rest of my life Tumbling, twisting, breaking down I burn into ashes, where am I now...
    OnShiningStars3 OnShiningStars3 26-30, F Jul 11, 2013

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    This Is A Poem I Wrote After My Boyfriend Dumped Me

    Okay, I usually don't share my poems, but since no one knows me here I guess I can share it, Tell me what you think please hear my sorrows, look at my tears. see my scars, feel my pain.   hear my cries, see my blood. look away, and hold me tightly.   kiss my...
    notgonnabebroken notgonnabebroken 13-15, F 1 Response May 12, 2012

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    Attzero Attzero 13-15, M Oct 20

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    Tired Of Dog-eared Doggerel?

    A lot of people think they can write poetry when they can't. At best, they can contrive to make the lines rhyme, roughly within an acceptable rhythmic pattern. This is not poetry, but doggerel. I made this group for people who like to use poetic language, without the bonds of...
    amberdextrous amberdextrous 51-55, M 7 Responses Nov 29, 2009

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    Hey ep people :) I've been writing a poetry blog

    for about 2 years now, and it would mean the world to me if anyone here checked it out: www.punkrockpericaliya.wordpress.com
    PairOfTrees PairOfTrees 16-17, F 1 Response Jul 21

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    Space

    The swords of which my name is none for the feel is nothing existence is nothing for the purpose of living has yet to be. The space of everything has yet to be and in this thus our lives as humans begins. humans for ever alone in the vastness of space.
    PhazonMario PhazonMario 18-21, M 1 Response Aug 14, 2012

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    Parchment: I wrote your name in an old

    parchment And let it stay, till the ink sunk in deep.. Little did I know, the mark would stay.. as the parchment turned yellow,and the days grew grey.. Least I knew, the ink seeped deeper than the parchment.. carving into that cold stone,left out in the dingy pavements. But now...
    Damien89 Damien89 22-25, M Jun 1

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    Wasted Times: Are you the one in your wasted

    times? Counting days ,spending hours Seeking peace but wanting pleasure.. Are you the one in your lost years? Chasing shadows,becoming one.. Seeing the beauty of the shed tears Are you the one in your days ahead? Chasing rainbows,finding graveyards Breathing ahead in fifty years...
    Damien89 Damien89 22-25, M 3 Responses Dec 25, 2013

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    Just Another Blue Lady

    It is a rainy night and i didnt see her come in but I feel the sprinkle as she shakes her cool cyber coat look up and see her rakish 50s hat Curious backtrack shows where she should be wrapped in solid felt thick armor cloth but she drapes herself in elegant phrased Coco Chanel...
    firefall firefall 51-55, M 1 Response Nov 15, 2011

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    She has eyes of the darkest nights.

    . A little wildness,and a coy smile.. A tempest,she is,in a vial,of hardened glass A few steps away,but a thousand miles apart.
    Damien89 Damien89 22-25, M 12 Responses Feb 11

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    Screen Of Consciousness

      There are screens and screens,  it seems, and some reveal more than they hide.   How is it that you come to be reflected so clearly in my monitor? There are only two dimensions to the space we share and yet You are not restricted or restrained in...
    amberdextrous amberdextrous 51-55, M 2 Responses Dec 9, 2009

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    Poem

    you wanna see the darker side of me? the one that no longer bleeds? It is my strength my power the devil inside of me the truth behind my yellow mask it thrust for blood longs for death yet enjoys the torture that is life this long sweet massacre that so many seem to...
    whisperingsleepless whisperingsleepless 22-25, F 1 Response May 6, 2010

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    Memory's Ice Cave

    I've made it Tough rain Down atop my head Had me running from ends to ends Just to find food to be fed I've came through And viewed the clouds of pain The sorrows I felt The nights left unslept The minutes I couldn't rest The times I thought to test Yet, I've made it I came...
    jpllc jpllc 26-30, M Sep 18, 2013

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    Steampunk Efficency

    a perfect puzzle gears sliding into place and moving along switching positions to perfect productivity pleasing pastime you develop and ensnare rapture rupturing my requisitions with reaching rule imbibed with imagination we let go universal expansion tell tale tremors the...
    RoselynnMagnolia RoselynnMagnolia 22-25, F Apr 8, 2013

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    wicked and dark this path I'm on one

    that ought not be followed cold and empty you've made my heart how quickly the mood has changed i've asked for nothing how ironic, that's what you gave i know i should go before i explode but the taste of destruction sweet and refreshing beg me and plead me to stay that way but...
    sanchezy sanchezy 31-35, F May 18

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    On The Road To Bree,

    I came across the Potter Woman bringing to town a gorgeous Sonoma Rose I never saw anything so lovely, so prickly, so pricey, and I had to stop to water the parched roots If I could build a low stone wall around some poor protection I would but Beatrix seems to have that well...
    firefall firefall 51-55, M 1 Response Nov 7, 2011

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    Challenges

    Well this is not a poem it is true, but I am just responding to the group title there are certain challenges to writing poems, it's not JUST words scrawled on paper. So there are poems that rhyme and that's a challenge of one level. Then there are poems that follow a certain...
    zmedleff1 zmedleff1 41-45 1 Response Jan 17, 2012

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    Broken- Hungry to make you pay

    for my heartbreak Angered at how you tortured my soul Trapped by feelings of betrayal and rage Released by the thought of your happiness Enveloped by the suffocating darkness of loneliness Demanding the light of your love to show me the way home...
    ScarletNightmare ScarletNightmare 13-15, F Feb 11

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    Its grin breaks spirits Its soul leaves you

    chilled You feel it breathing In, out, in, out The heavy breaths Fall down like bricks You crack and shatter Helpless to assault It's hopeless You think there's nowhere to go But look up ahead You see the light and it's close You feel the warmth restore you And then... You...
    Jookie216 Jookie216 13-15, M 1 Response Oct 24

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    oceancrab oceancrab 36-40 Feb 11

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    Life, Death, Love ,hate

    Breathing, Hearing, Feeling, Tasting Living We all do it We all love or hate it Sometimes we fear it Breathless, Hearless, Feelless, Tasteless Dieing All must reach this end All become this cycle Sometimes we dream of the never ending Laughing, Crying, Yelling, Singing Loving...
    80sKaties777 80sKaties777 18-21, F Dec 31, 2012

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    I Don't Think I've Ever Written A Rhyming Poem

    I always write poems that don't rhyme.  I don't think I could/would want to write a poem that rhymes...it's just too hard!  My History teacher loves "rhyming couplets" (which, tbh, I don't even really know that that is) and she always makes us write poems that rhyme...
    FallingStarr FallingStarr 18-21, F 4 Responses Jun 21, 2010

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    Cairliuw

    my thoughts mumble vigorously I am chided, stalled an ebb and flow unmatched a process I cannot put away the ever growing foundations of the world this reality does change what I used to know what I used to feel what I used to see they are different a drifting in the mind I'm...
    Nearth179 Nearth179 22-25 Aug 18, 2012

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    Consistently Confused

    Salivation at your sight, how can I delight in blind admiration?, so unlike me, gorgeous cannot be so beguiling, look away foolish girl, love will not find you where its gaze does not linger, sorrow...
    RoselynnMagnolia RoselynnMagnolia 22-25, F Jun 24, 2013

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    Oops

    I try to write poems that dont rhyme but I dont have the knack to stop in time
    firefall firefall 51-55, M 2 Responses Nov 5, 2011

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    Angel Pale skin Red wrists Blue pills An angel

    in disguise Fading breathe Falling chest Another broken life Morning comes Time for school But it's too late For the angel is made of stone Flesh and bone cold Pulse no longer beating The angel will stand In a forest of stone Goodbye, goodbye Heaven needed another angel...
    Theycallherelly Theycallherelly 13-15, F Sep 20

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    Spartan

    Sin is my gift My one true love The hurt is all I know The pounding I know you care I know you love me But I know not how to care or to love My world of war Is all I know the blood and death Times never changing it always ends in...
    whisperingsleepless whisperingsleepless 22-25, F May 6, 2010

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    Waiting To Travel

    Waiting to travel, I came upon a Versailles mirror. frame twisted, face smashed. Discarded and tossed in the Poteau landfill. A little attention, some re-assembly; a revision of love let everyone see... Solid iron, and strong! And a face so polished! Crystalline and...
    firefall firefall 51-55, M Nov 8, 2011

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    Beatitudes

    Trite hackneyed cliche often come to play for the simplest of reasons it fits There's a finger of truth inside the simplest cliche like you are in me and I am in you (stop wriggling!)
    firefall firefall 51-55, M Dec 8, 2011

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    The Cry For Mercy

    They crucified me in the name of ChristBecause they didn't understand their own religionAnd the havens would shed tears forMercy for the oppressed and the wrongly accusedTo kill the innocent is to kill God
    holloway64 holloway64 46-50, M May 3, 2013

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    "Crash" Sitting in the drivers seat.

    All I see is headlights. The heavens above me.
    sjt49 sjt49 18-21, M Mar 4

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    Death's Love

    In death am I caressing you, my heart forever goes out to you but you are gone! Seeming from your death it harbors in me a terrible abhorrent, repeating thought. Why continue in the life of mine that has become nearly perfunctory. From amber fields to the darkest sky, my life is...
    Tredsoftly Tredsoftly 36-40 Oct 23, 2012

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    A Few Poems

    This is going to have to go beyond the arts of poetry To the soul or would have to go behind all of you mask past your pain into your broken heart in to the world of dark to a place where none have seen a place that is soft and weak hidden from the...
    whisperingsleepless whisperingsleepless 22-25, F May 6, 2010

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    Related Experiences

    The Fog Trekking through a wasteland Of thoughts desires and dreams Head down and keeping the course Or so I had thought it seemed. But as I suddenly look up I know now I am...
    ChefBri3030 ChefBri3030 31-35, M Nov 7

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    silence it's so peaceful, almost like a game of charades, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, hear with your eyes, yet see with your ears, it's so peaceful, silent, beautiful...
    alxvii alxvii 18-21, F 1 Response a week ago

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    Sadness is beauty They all died! Every single one of them! The ones I loved and knew! Life is a monster! Hiding in the closet and preying on the weak! It took everyone! They all...
    mstenorsaxplayer mstenorsaxplayer 18-21, F 1 Response Nov 5

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    Been awhile since I wrote one, this one is about friends and opening up. Let me know what you think: Bonds Why.... The sunrise comes as no surprise Like the smile on your face...
    poetryisme poetryisme 16-17, M 3 Responses Oct 29

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