Tag: rhyme

SHACKLES OF LIFE, Poetry by Lois Terrans Bradbury

The shackles of life can tear the flesh.

Cut deep.

Silence the heart and suffocate the soul,

crush the spirit and drown all hope,

bury the love and hobble expectation,

chill the laughter and boil the hate,

twist the mind and steal imagination.

Genre: Rhyme, Life, Society

SHACKLES OF LIFE

 by Lois Terrans Bradbury

 

The shackles of life can tear the flesh.

Cut deep.

Silence the heart and suffocate the soul,

crush the spirit and drown all hope,

bury the love and hobble expectation,

chill the laughter and boil the hate,

twist the mind and steal imagination.

 

The wound goes so deep,

the scars never heal.

Memories shadowed in darkness,

fighting to be seen,

dreams shattered,

never to be born.

Cries of desperation choked,

never to be heard.

And the blood of the innocent spilled,

never to be loved.

 

The turbulence echoes like a maddening menace,

consuming any flame that dares to dance,

chasing any joy that wished to flee,

imprisoning thoughts that struggle to be free.

 

The undercurrent too strong,

the sands of life vanish,

songs of love are erased.

Passion is tormented,

tenderness is broken.

 

Music’s magic touch gone forever.

Eternity to be wrapped in blankets of pain.

Forever sorrow to reign.

 

 

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Minnie’s Last Moan, Poetry by Helen Spisak

Be true to yourself the people say
But then there’s chaos and sighs of dismay.

Treat others and all that ‘jazzzzz’
The trouble is – I detest ALL jazz!

GENRE: THE ART OF MOANING. Rhyme

 Minnie’s Last Moan

Be true to yourself the people say
But then there’s chaos and sighs of dismay.

Treat others and all that ‘jazzzzz’
The trouble is – I detest ALL jazz!

I’m irritated and show it full hilt

I could moan on You Tube with no fear and no guilt.

My saving grace I cannot be sure
My heart and soul are cleaning the floor.

My funeral commences and the organ groans
My goodness, I wish they’d retire tuneless Joan!

Poem by Helen Spisak
@helensays
 

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ΜEMORY, Poetry by Tzoutzi Mantzourani

Memory…
You erase everything
with a sponge
when you want…
You keep only the minimum
those small things
that were wrong done,

Genres: Rhyme, Love, Relationship

ΜEMORY
by Tzoutzi Mantzourani

Memory…
You erase everything
with a sponge
when you want…
You keep only the minimum
those small things
that were wrong done,
but so sweet,
so full of lust
so very well lived.
Ah… the memory!!!
I forgot your face
I can’t even remember
your eyes anymore.
Only, when the weather
changes,
few words, sharp as
a knife
just few words…
when we said goodbye.
I don’t even remember
what they were anymore…
Just the pain..
the pain of the moment
Only that I feel in my heart…
Only that….I remember.

Tzoutzi Mantzourani
STRAY POEMS.

 

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Ghost of my love, Poetry Mandar Naik

Last night I saw ghost of my love

It stood in the window, looking above.

It looked pale, tired and in despair,

As if it had just arrived from a crowded fair.

Genre: Rhyme, Romance, Love

Ghost of my love
by Mandar Naik

Last night I saw ghost of my love

It stood in the window, looking above.

It looked pale, tired and in despair,

As if it had just arrived from a crowded fair.

I was scared to see its darkest eyes,

Still hoping to give it one more rise.

Its deep buried smell of past,

Made me feel disturbed and aghast.

It pleaded me for a single sight,

to remember those days, tears and fight.

That endless waiting, those arms and songs to sing

Those rains, those touches, don’t you remember anything?

I said I have buried what all has gone

Those dreams withered, leaving me alone.

On the grounds of dried tears, I have sown phony smiles,

Guarding them from looming reminiscences reverting from long miles.

When you were alive, I had lived too merrily

Each day was bliss and slept dreamily.

Never knew you will leave me midway,

In the dark caves of sorrows without any ray.

I have managed to come over those mystic chants,

Which led me again & again into vicious rants.

It was a long way & it is foregone

Now I do not wish to remember & bemoan.

 

You go again into the deepest of my heart,

Never to revert again, never again to mar.

Never again scare me, never again rise.

I have given everything I had now to become empty & wise.

The Ghost looked at me proudly with a beaming smile,

Embracing my wet heart, waning in a while.

Said it, it will never ever reoccur from the depths

And sleep a long dream with eyes wept.

It disappeared from the window, I stood for a while.

Paying homage to my dead love & memories of time.

Then came down the rain to wet my mind

It washed away my past, sowing seeds of hope behind.

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Knock on the Door, Poetry by Pamela Cotter

Knock on the door

Not going to answer it this time

It’s a tap in my life

Help to make the days go by

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship, People

Knock on the Door
by Pamela Cotter

Knock on the door

Not going to answer it this time

It’s a tap in my life

Help to make the days go by

It comes on again

Like a winter storm holding my hand

Its hot like a knife

But would cut you deep inside

You walk away

But the pull closes you in

You need to stay behind.. the curtains again…

It’s a knock the door

It s a knock from the past

You walk away and sigh..

Not this time..not ever this way

Then, with a rush.. a sensation combs your veins

It climbs inside your blood and washes through

It whispers yess. U need it again

It whispers yess.. put on that black..again

Knock on the floor

Your souls meet face to face

It doesn’t disappoint, you history plays again

This time its going to last

As you climb your next hill

This time it will be

As if u never said… I do.

 

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Paris – The Atrocity 13th November 2015, Poetry by Jane Gill-Wilson

Gunfire out of nowhere
Bullets ricochet,
Blood shed in the city
On another Parisian day.

Genre: RHYME… Terrorism, Life, Fear, Sadness, Real, Death, Hurt, Religion.

Paris – The Atrocity
13th November 2015
by Jane Gill-Wilson

Gunfire out of nowhere
Bullets ricochet,
Blood shed in the city
On another Parisian day.
Eyes closed in anguish
As the shocking events unfold,
There is no rhyme or reason
As evil takes control.

Armed with Kalashnikov’s
On their killing spree,
Intent on ending life
As victims start to flee.
Mayhem in the city
Bodies on the ground,
Echoing explosion
Causing carnage all around.

The unfolding horror
An onslaught of war,
Is a crime against humanity
One the world abhors.
A nation now in mourning
Struggles to comprehend,
How lives were extinguished
Brought callously to an end.

Holding hands together
United we must stand,
To eradicate the evil
Infiltrating our land.
Drastic measures needed
As time is running out,
The future of our children
Should not be left in doubt.

©Jane Gill-Wilson 2015

 

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2015, Poetry by Dawdu M.Amantanah

We all slid into 2015
On the tremulous wave of last year
Surfing past years
In Jeremy Clarkson built time machines
Mercury chats to the stars in the dim light of retrograde moonwalking super moons
Awakened by the force of stars

Genres: politics,love,inspiration,revolution,science,society,death,rhyme and popular culture

2015
by Dawdu M.Amantanah

{Poetic Culmination}

We all slid into 2015
On the tremulous wave of last year
Surfing past years
In Jeremy Clarkson built time machines
Mercury chats to the stars in the dim light of retrograde moonwalking super moons
Awakened by the force of stars
Women walk below them embracing the sparkle like diamonds
Wearing dresses we can’t quite determine the color
Was blue the hue?
Most say glistening gold
No it must be purple
We all need to hold hands
Singing hymn’s praying in circle’s
Cause the mass shootings and police brutality
Birthed looting and revolution
And the pain of the slain
Drips like sewage in the ghetto’s all across the world
with no one sticking around long enough to pay attention
Hilary Clinton’s personal emails got more attention
While rockets are launched into orbit chewed on like gum by the atmosphere
And salvaged like precious metal
What a 2015 we had
Closer to Mars we are
Rest in Peace
Tamir Rice
Sandra Bland
Laquan Mcdonald
And the hundreds
Unnamed that were slain
I pray the cease of 54 years of limited cargo
Breaks the embargo between American and Cuba
I got 8 quarters in my pocket
Gas is under two bucks
What luck!
The blizzard of 2015 broke records even the abominable snowman gave up
This is just a poem
As the world jot’s down
Two thousand and fifteen ways to evolve
Yet each year we have more to solve

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2015, Poetry by Danny Karl Fleming

2015, by Danny Karl Fleming

The Kansas City Royals won this year.
The Warriors also won their game this time.
Chicago Blackhawks captured on the sphere.
The movie Birdman conquered summertime.

New England thwarted football, tops this day.
Musicians Grande, Swift, Adele, are stars
With Gomez, Bieber, Carey here today.
The Martian hits the screen; the planet Mars

Has water, Pluto photographed up close.
Much trouble in Paris, Ukraine, San B,
And Isis strikes. It was a year of gross
Events, but acute hope and bravery

Can bring success. It never works to make
The happenings become a bellyache.

Genre: Rhyme, Hope, Motivational

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ATONEMENT, Poetry by Orok Duke

She poured out her mind thus:
My dream came true,
As the way I do
Everything with you,
No one else will ever do –
Then we caught a cold.
So, let us grab another day
To drive this matrimonial acrimony away.

 

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship
<B>ATONEMENT
(For Ako and Antigha)
by Orok Duke</b>
 
She poured out her mind thus:
My dream came true,
As the way I do
Everything with you,
No one else will ever do –
Then we caught a cold.
So, let us grab another day
To drive this matrimonial acrimony away.
 
On that chosen day,
A day that was gladsome and gay,
They found time to be alone,
For them to review and atone.
 
Later that day,
Towards the midnight hour,
I overheard, ”Can I join you?”
And a reply, ”Of course, love!”
Then: smack, muffles, giggles, kisses and some other
Unrecognisable but hushed sounds,
Came from their Honeymoon suite.
 
They slept peacefully after.
She drifted back to memory lane,
To when she heard him for the first time:
The sonorous, but guttural voice
And that familiar scent of smitten lovers,
Wafted slowly and overwhelmed the room,
Reminding them of those blissful days –
The way they were,
Their idyllic days in Obio Usiere.
 

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Mouth Me, Poetry by Wendy Norman

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Genre: Life, Rhyme

Mouth Me

Poem by Wendy Norman

www.seafarrwide.com

 

If you were a mouth nothing more nothing less

What thoughts and sentiments would you express

Watched closely you can see what it can be

A scarlet vermil tinctured gash swearing profanities

A pink rose bud singing words so pure and sweet

Luscious peach that makes you bow and weep

A yellow stained pot of putrid breath

With singhing puffs from wilted lungs left

Dripping red gloss leaving stains of pain

Pale nude dry rough as sand paper

Devoid of knowledge, love, life or caper

Lizard licking trickery devious intent

A whisker and lipstick so seriously bent

Flowing words of a canaries song

Or laced with ice to make them wrong

Wit and intellectual spiels from thin lines

Passions full lips tantalize and entwine

Toothless gobs of verborrhea

Perfection portrayed in a Model’s leer

Newborns purity precious unique

Virgin angelical a life to seek

Natural lips that outdo rose red

With morning dew of lovers fed

Our mouths tell a story you cannot hide

What is truly you trapped inside

Sentiments and emotions linger there

Constituting beauty

Mouth me I dare

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