Least Read Rhyming Poems
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Revolution
Darkness guides this lost one.
Done and done, tried and true.
Who could have seen this coming?
Summing up every single injustice;
was this punishment of a past life lived?
Combative, but I have nothing left.
Theft by your sociopathic mind.
Bind me, as of now; I befriend silence.
Violence still lives here.
Fear me once I catch my breath;
death will be what you will pray for.
The core of my essence rejuvenates.
Hate me, but you have made me this.
Abyss, gather my lack of pity.
As witty words fly from my lips, ...
Done and done, tried and true.
Who could have seen this coming?
Summing up every single injustice;
was this punishment of a past life lived?
Combative, but I have nothing left.
Theft by your sociopathic mind.
Bind me, as of now; I befriend silence.
Violence still lives here.
Fear me once I catch my breath;
death will be what you will pray for.
The core of my essence rejuvenates.
Hate me, but you have made me this.
Abyss, gather my lack of pity.
As witty words fly from my lips, ...
#hate
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry #revenge
#WritingPoetry #revenge
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5 November, 2024
Murim mai bine-n luptă, cu glorie deplină,
Decât să fim sclavi iarăşi în vechiul nost' pământ!
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See? The oil slips when grasping firm
As stolen bread is what they yearn
Glory? To whom shall I crown thee victor
To whom dost thou belong in turn?
Ah victory, thou shade of mere desire
Who’s chains are forged from th’eternal fire
Thy slaves grow eager day-by-day
To throw their tattered rags away
Put off the sackcloth of thy shame!
My countrymen who know my name
And wear my...
Decât să fim sclavi iarăşi în vechiul nost' pământ!
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See? The oil slips when grasping firm
As stolen bread is what they yearn
Glory? To whom shall I crown thee victor
To whom dost thou belong in turn?
Ah victory, thou shade of mere desire
Who’s chains are forged from th’eternal fire
Thy slaves grow eager day-by-day
To throw their tattered rags away
Put off the sackcloth of thy shame!
My countrymen who know my name
And wear my...
#rhyming
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To: the virgin Sophist
#politics
#rhyming
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Transient Inspiration
It comes in waves,
this poetry that raves.
I jotted a piece of feeling
on a notepad for healing.
I prefer a pencil over a pen,
not for if I cry, for when.
So, when I blink,
the tears don't stain the ink.
this poetry that raves.
I jotted a piece of feeling
on a notepad for healing.
I prefer a pencil over a pen,
not for if I cry, for when.
So, when I blink,
the tears don't stain the ink.
#rhyming
#WritersBlock
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Ale for the Ail
Closing my eyes
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
#alcohol
#rhyming
#confessional
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Hemorrhaging
There she lies in hemostasis.
Abyss calling her to surrender.
Rendered useless by her beloved.
Shredded heart, now she is in a balance.
Commence coagulation.
Stations need to be manned.
Unplanned attack but ready.
Steady on the primary.
Hairy outcome if not triggered.
Vigor in her allows for vasoconstriction.
Conviction as the flow of life redirects.
Connecting, allowing platelet adhesion.
Lesions begin to repair.
Despair still draws, for we need secondary.
Every moment matters.
Shattering aggregation...
Abyss calling her to surrender.
Rendered useless by her beloved.
Shredded heart, now she is in a balance.
Commence coagulation.
Stations need to be manned.
Unplanned attack but ready.
Steady on the primary.
Hairy outcome if not triggered.
Vigor in her allows for vasoconstriction.
Conviction as the flow of life redirects.
Connecting, allowing platelet adhesion.
Lesions begin to repair.
Despair still draws, for we need secondary.
Every moment matters.
Shattering aggregation...
#heartbroken
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry #revenge
#WritingPoetry #revenge
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Clarify
Fraternize
Magic skies
Gaseous blind
Fathom ties
Dagger life
Plastic eyes
Practice lies
Casting dye
Captive pine
Casket sign
Fantasize
Blackened bribe
Passing by
Random tides
Phantom while
Anchor strife
Savage isle
Ration blight
Rancid rice
Rancor rights
Paradigm
Hashing heist
Hallowed high
Absent minds
Dragon drives
Crafted crimes
Haggard sight
Cancer splice
Canker rife
Candid heights
...
Magic skies
Gaseous blind
Fathom ties
Dagger life
Plastic eyes
Practice lies
Casting dye
Captive pine
Casket sign
Fantasize
Blackened bribe
Passing by
Random tides
Phantom while
Anchor strife
Savage isle
Ration blight
Rancid rice
Rancor rights
Paradigm
Hashing heist
Hallowed high
Absent minds
Dragon drives
Crafted crimes
Haggard sight
Cancer splice
Canker rife
Candid heights
...
#humankind
#metaphor
#morality
#rhyming
#spiritual
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My Heart's Resurrection
How could I ever love again?
Pretend that for one moment
torment was not impossible.
Probable that I would wither.
Slithering deeper into depression,
freshening my face still.
Ill but believing in a self.
Shelfing those old feelings
dealing with something new.
Shooing away the sadness.
Madness to believe that I try
drying my tears.
Years of despair once held close,
morose over me no longer.
Stronger now than ever before,
pour your love into me.
Seeing after some time what finally is,
kiss me under the stars. ...
Pretend that for one moment
torment was not impossible.
Probable that I would wither.
Slithering deeper into depression,
freshening my face still.
Ill but believing in a self.
Shelfing those old feelings
dealing with something new.
Shooing away the sadness.
Madness to believe that I try
drying my tears.
Years of despair once held close,
morose over me no longer.
Stronger now than ever before,
pour your love into me.
Seeing after some time what finally is,
kiss me under the stars. ...
#love
#hope
#rhyming #FallingInLove
#rhyming #FallingInLove
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It's the big Sneeze.
Coughs and snotty sneezes spread diseases
so trap your mucky germs in handkerchiefs,
or put your head in a bag if you please its
gross for you but for us, a jolly wheeze.
Sneezes travel at ten mile per hour
and it's an ill wind which sneezes no good,
so think of someone's Aaachoo germ shower
as time to keep fit and run off like Gump.
The ancients saw sneezes as gifts from gods
like Penelope in the Odyssey,
so we sneeze and folk say " bless you " it's odd
it's more the gods are...
so trap your mucky germs in handkerchiefs,
or put your head in a bag if you please its
gross for you but for us, a jolly wheeze.
Sneezes travel at ten mile per hour
and it's an ill wind which sneezes no good,
so think of someone's Aaachoo germ shower
as time to keep fit and run off like Gump.
The ancients saw sneezes as gifts from gods
like Penelope in the Odyssey,
so we sneeze and folk say " bless you " it's odd
it's more the gods are...
#rhyming
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Again and Again
Feeling like I have something to gain,
I dust my pencil off again.
Some letters march to their end
because I have writer’s block again.
Other letters go against the grain;
they are looking to start a war again.
Banding together, they do what they intend;
now I am crying from what they said again.
Here I am harvesting my pain,
hoping to use it to fix myself again.
Making a stand, then I have to pretend
to get my bearings and have a grip again.
Seems organic, and I feel perfectly sane.
No, I do not want to fail again.
Yes, I...
I dust my pencil off again.
Some letters march to their end
because I have writer’s block again.
Other letters go against the grain;
they are looking to start a war again.
Banding together, they do what they intend;
now I am crying from what they said again.
Here I am harvesting my pain,
hoping to use it to fix myself again.
Making a stand, then I have to pretend
to get my bearings and have a grip again.
Seems organic, and I feel perfectly sane.
No, I do not want to fail again.
Yes, I...
#rhyming
#MentalHealth
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
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Ambulance
I fall asleep, wake in the woods,
spy an axe lodged in a tree trunk-
I see nobody else around, but I feel
the vines creep on the ground.
Lodged in my throat, I ask the tree trunk
why nobody's around, spy a glint
creep like tendrils on the ground
proclaiming ambulate, ambulate.
My body spins down nowhere; a glint
like eyeballs roll as tendrils into mulch,
my legs proclaim it’s too late to ambulate
for a thrown star sticks out of my chest....
spy an axe lodged in a tree trunk-
I see nobody else around, but I feel
the vines creep on the ground.
Lodged in my throat, I ask the tree trunk
why nobody's around, spy a glint
creep like tendrils on the ground
proclaiming ambulate, ambulate.
My body spins down nowhere; a glint
like eyeballs roll as tendrils into mulch,
my legs proclaim it’s too late to ambulate
for a thrown star sticks out of my chest....
#dreams
#rhyming
#nightmares
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Breathing
As we lie in silence
the violence of our love
fades into echoes.
We evade the reality
of the daggered words spoken.
Our love is broken
but we peace it together.
While we are at a cease-fire
you place kisses over the wounds
where there were no misses.
I place my head on your chest
and rest easy for the moment.
You find it soothing
to unwind the ringlets in my hair,
strumming melodies.
I hum acoustics
with the air from my lungs
allowing our love to be self-aware.
the violence of our love
fades into echoes.
We evade the reality
of the daggered words spoken.
Our love is broken
but we peace it together.
While we are at a cease-fire
you place kisses over the wounds
where there were no misses.
I place my head on your chest
and rest easy for the moment.
You find it soothing
to unwind the ringlets in my hair,
strumming melodies.
I hum acoustics
with the air from my lungs
allowing our love to be self-aware.
#emotions
#relationships
#rhyming
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DU Poetry : Least Read Rhyming Poems