Rhyme Poems
Obsessed with words
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I have dreams on moonless nights,
when violet the skies
with dark complexion.
In some speech,
my words may rhyme,
in lucid dreams I have seen their reflection.
Verses do visit in my sleep,
senseless they are or in forms of perfection.
Just like monuments of saints or priests,
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Let Your Heart Sail
by Ujjal Mandal
Silence is so peaceful and tranquil
like the air at the top of the hill;
you can have the complacency of life
if you cut the head of arguments with a knife;
emotion is there
where the heart is free and without fear;
if the mild petal is the heart of a flower,
controversy is a huge body except power;
be the clouds in the open air
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A Corner of the Garden
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In a corner of the garden,
I soak up the morning sun,
And I see a purple martin,
Singing 'til day is done!
Jasmine and orange roses,
Lend scent to sunshiny air.
Pink lilacs and primroses,
Allow the daydream flair!
Cloud Nine Anytime
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
My darling spot is a grassy hill,
Where I go to hear the bluebirds thrill,
Sometimes in mauve marigold dawn morn,
As waking dreams are in stillness born!
Other times to taste hot noonday bliss,
Sweeping me off to the clouds' abyss,
Of red sunsets, or nights after nine.
That time's my accomplice, is just fine-
With nature dancing its borderlines!
I will migrate
by Phillip Nine-Mafunga
I desire to migrate down south
Where thoughts are stout
I might stand on a mount
But don't expect to hear me shout
For death takes both the humble an' the proud
I'll still have some doubt
But in it's own quiet,faith is loud.
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
24 JULY 2024
I will migrate
by Phillip Nine-Mafunga
I desire to migrate down south
Where thoughts are stout
I might stand on a mount
But don't expect to hear me shout
For death takes both the humble an' the proud
I'll still have some doubt
But in it's own quiet,faith is loud.
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
24 JULY 2024
Obsessed with words
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I have dreams on moonless nights,
when violet the skies
with dark complexion.
In some speech,
my words may rhyme,
in lucid dreams I have seen their reflection.
Verses do visit in my sleep,
senseless they are or in forms of perfection.
Just like monuments of saints or priests,
......
Rising In Love 2
by Falling Awake
Waves seep over sand,
The Sun crests,
We’re hand in hand.
Daybreak’s unfolding,
To a shared beholding,
Our minds are molding…
I can feel us growing–together.
We converge concurrently,
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Rising In Love
by Falling Awake
Waves seep over sand,
The Sun crests,
We’re hand in hand.
Daybreak’s unfolding,
To a shared beholding,
Our minds are molding…
I can feel us growing–together.
We converge concurrently,
......
The State of the Art
by Michael R. Burch
These are poems by Michael R. Burch about poetry, poets and other subjects.
The State of the Art (I)
by Michael R. Burch
Has rhyme lost all its reason
and rhythm, renascence?
Are sonnets out of season
and poems but poor pretense?
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