Category: rhyme

The Jack’o’Lantern gone mad, Poetry by Paul Parent

The fog drifts slowly, creeping mysteriously over hallowed grounds.

The resting home of the dead was filled with scary sounds.

There is this Jack’o’Lantern and the cemetery is his home.

He has been there since 1784, and decides this is where he will roam

To those who walk bravely in the cemetery at night.

The Jack’o’Lantern will give you such an eerie fright.

Genre: Horror, Rhyme, Gore, Halloween

The Jack’o’Lantern gone mad
by Paul Parent

The fog drifts slowly, creeping mysteriously over hallowed grounds.

The resting home of the dead was filled with scary sounds.

There is this Jack’o’Lantern and the cemetery is his home.

He has been there since 1784, and decides this is where he will roam

To those who walk bravely in the cemetery at night.

The Jack’o’Lantern will give you such an eerie fright.

Ghost friends create mischief with him too,

Their hair stands up with just one blood curdling boo.

A cat with raised hackles sits on a tombstone with a hiss.

And a zombie out from a grave wildly shakes his fist.

Around in the cemetery in circles flies a wicked witch,

Her cackle loud enough with a high piercing pitch.

A spider web might be cast upon a face or two.

The web is icky and will stick to you like glue.

Jack’ o’ Lantern’s smile was up and not down.

Now, not a pleasant smile but only a frightening frown.

The Jack O’ Lantern throws flames only to have fun.

He laughs in a frenzy watching people wildly run.

If he saw that their clothes were not singed and blackened scorched,

He would bite them if they dared come onto the rickety old porch!

If that did not work he would stand on his feet

And chase them all screaming, running down the street.

If ever on Halloween you are in a cemetery and lean over onto a grave,

Dare to be frightened or dare to be brave.

It is only one night throughout all the years.

You have nothing to be scared of – perhaps only your fears.

Remember: The Jack’o’Lantern lives for Halloween.

This is the night he could be nastier, nastier and chillingly mean.

At one time he was a good pumpkin – this is so sad.

One day he snapped his lid and went absolutely mad.

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THE PRICE OF LOVE $$$, Poetry by James Gary

What can this madness be
That dost cause my mind to see
You, as if you were near
When only in spirit, your soul is here
What voodoo dirge I’m under

Genre: Rhyme, Life, Society

THE PRICE OF LOVE $$$
by James Gary

What can this madness be
That dost cause my mind to see
You, as if you were near
When only in spirit, your soul is here
What voodoo dirge I’m under
That wouldst my heart to wonder
With such a steady pain
Liken to a Far eastern monsoon rain
Be thou still aching heart
What troubles thee, seizures mind
Less from my body I should fling apart
Oh that I could leave thee two behind,
And as my journey should anew
‘Out heart or mind to see me through
And o’er this circumference I should go
They’d say from Hades, a being sent
With shuffle-step he dost wander
His eyes a fixed and catatonic glow
And faculties successfully rent
Only he’d known his feelings wouldst grow fonder/
And wish if I were able To have never set foot upon this place
Saw thy beauty at the table Grecian love etched thy face
And to never have taken that first glance That played the stage for fool’s romance
And greater cause of, histories melancholy
More renown than General Custer’s folly

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Love, Poetry by Aaron Carey

If a flower grows,

it’s petals soon will whittle,

all bones that once were strong become soft and weak and brittle,

everything that’s built, the foundations you have set,

Genre: Love, Nature, Rhyme

Love
by Aaron Carey

If a flower grows,

it’s petals soon will whittle,

all bones that once were strong become soft and weak and brittle,

everything that’s built, the foundations you have set,

all castle’s crumble to the dust all memorys forget,

you cannot rebuild a castle out of dust and air and sky,

but man and man in love,

he certainly will try…

Take back all that was weak and cast it to the wind,

as old things crash and crumble new things soon will begin….

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saint irreverence (about Iggy Pop), Poetry by Tara Keogh

iggy silver leather
sexy slither and destroy
withers into
wriggles and writhes
across the tv eye
in real fun time
for his war zone
world serenade

Genre: Music, People, Rhyme

saint irreverence (about Iggy Pop)
by Tara Keogh

iggy silver leather
sexy slither and destroy
withers into
wriggles and writhes
across the tv eye
in real fun time
for his war zone
world serenade

pop goes the system
implode
explode
reload
all around
it came full circle
to enshrine you
holy and high
fin’ly recognized
as king of the game

punk rock
generator
agitator
tortured man
barking mad
as a hatter

the mercury’s rising
this brother’s on fire
the fuses are fizzling
desire is sizzling
glass is shattering
shards are scattering
as shadows frieze into
scorched scenes
of sublime obscenery
when he vanquishes
with vanguard vulgarity
as saint irreverence

and now he’s legendary
an incendiary tendency
to trash the tolerance
of the bourgeoisie
yank the leg
of the leviathan
undercut uncle sam
incarnate
as he creates
chaotic
melodic
cacophony
catapulting carnage
at the
humanity insanity
and
fucking the man
on his
rude
boy
crusade

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If Pluto Is No Planet, Poetry by Barbara Doran-Rogel

What do you mean?
How could you dare?
Jupiter’s nothing but a ball of air

Genre: Rhyme, Universe, Satire, Space

If Pluto Is No Planet
by Barbara Doran-Rogel

What do you mean?
How could you dare?
Jupiter’s nothing but a ball of air

So I’ve been living in illusion
That planets are in collusion
To steer my fate
Where’s the debate?

Jupiter is benign?
Now I can crash the shrine
Belief’s suspended, I’m offended
Break my heart so now you mend it

You mean, Venus is a molten sphere
That burns you up when you go near
So all that talk of heart’s entwined
Is merely man’s delusional mind

Then you tell me Mercury
Has nothing much to do with me
Or its position in my house
Did not attract my witty spouse

If Saturn’s rings mean nothing much
If Pluto is no planet
Then all the things I thought I knew
Have basis as in granite

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Dream Ahead, Poetry by Chris Biscuiti

I will not let them look at you sadly
and I know how you want it so badly
to look at the stars and grab with your hands
to do little boy things your mind commands

Genre: Family, Rhyme, Sadness

Dream Ahead
by Chris Biscuiti

I will not let them look at you sadly
and I know how you want it so badly
to look at the stars and grab with your hands
to do little boy things your mind commands

You will get there son, I can see your will
you’ll ride rollercoasters just for the thrill
we will chant and scream for the New York Mets
when they break our hearts we’ll have no regrets

Today grandpa held you close on the couch
and grandma fed you another fruit pouch
she calls you her peach as you beg for more
mommy lights up as she comes through the door

I read you Goodnight Moon just before bed
as you doze off tonight I dream ahead

About the Poem:

My son Brayden was diagnosed with a rare seizure condition known as Infantile Spasms. He has since been treated and has been seizure free since he was 6 months old.

He is about to be 1 year-old on November 5th, and while he is severely developmentally delayed, we are just so blessed and so lucky to have a happy baby boy.

I wrote this poem about my dreams for Brayden, hopefully in some way this poem could shed some light onto an under-researched, unknown condition that is very serious and can really use the support and awareness that other conditions have.

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Black also has soul, Poetry by Eduardo Ribeiro

About the darkness of my skin
I feel the thrill of the wind
Eye sideways and feel
My voice silenced
A silence to be black

Genres: Society, Rhyme

Black also has soul
by Eduardo Ribeiro

About the darkness of my skin
I feel the thrill of the wind
Eye sideways and feel
My voice silenced
A silence to be black
It’s live on silence
Cry deep silence
Finding it to be black
Do not cry, do not smile
Has no desires
Silence of Love and be loved

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