Least Read Rhyming Poems
#rhyming
Habitual Ritual
It is the way I roll
smooth out the scroll
dip the quill
spill the ink
Let the candle flicker
as the night gets thicker
the darkness drapes
a most solemn curtain
Ever descending
disbelief now suspending
itself
as I again believe
Roll up each sleeve
begin once again
to fill up the page
with something half sage
Jot down each word
as soon as it is heard
whispered by my muse
when she decides to choose
smooth out the scroll
dip the quill
spill the ink
Let the candle flicker
as the night gets thicker
the darkness drapes
a most solemn curtain
Ever descending
disbelief now suspending
itself
as I again believe
Roll up each sleeve
begin once again
to fill up the page
with something half sage
Jot down each word
as soon as it is heard
whispered by my muse
when she decides to choose
#night
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Shades
The richer the grey
the more I have to say
about it
about ambiguity
This deep solemnity
of whispered verse
does now converse
across the concordant ages
Jotted down on unruled pages
word by word
line by line
filling ample stanzas
Quick glimpses of self
brought down from the shelf
pulled out into the light
within the poems that I write
Remembering days in the glades
pulling open the dark shades
to feel again the breeze
listen to the whispery trees
the more I have to say
about it
about ambiguity
This deep solemnity
of whispered verse
does now converse
across the concordant ages
Jotted down on unruled pages
word by word
line by line
filling ample stanzas
Quick glimpses of self
brought down from the shelf
pulled out into the light
within the poems that I write
Remembering days in the glades
pulling open the dark shades
to feel again the breeze
listen to the whispery trees
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfWorth
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Bleached Page
I have often wondered
pondered
what still remains
on the blank page
After all that bleach
something meant to teach
to inspire
my next poetic write
Contrasting with the night
all of its blackness
an infinite flood of ink
now waiting to be spilled
Guided by a hand skilled
in composing
in penning a poem
letting my imagination roam
When black meets white
writing meets page
in the quest for something sage
for something indelible
pondered
what still remains
on the blank page
After all that bleach
something meant to teach
to inspire
my next poetic write
Contrasting with the night
all of its blackness
an infinite flood of ink
now waiting to be spilled
Guided by a hand skilled
in composing
in penning a poem
letting my imagination roam
When black meets white
writing meets page
in the quest for something sage
for something indelible
#night
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Poetaphia
I have had this love
of lulling rhyme
since the very time
I could begin to read
Poems upon the page
crafted words so sage
did nourish
did so fill me
Artistic curiosity
about each word
how it is preferred
how it is selected
An artistry detected
in the distillation of line
a sense of the divine
woven into each stanza
of lulling rhyme
since the very time
I could begin to read
Poems upon the page
crafted words so sage
did nourish
did so fill me
Artistic curiosity
about each word
how it is preferred
how it is selected
An artistry detected
in the distillation of line
a sense of the divine
woven into each stanza
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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Maelstroming
How does a tranquil sea
devolve into this other me
so full of spite
so full of fury
With a vision so blurry
from a chronic rage
spilt upon the page
a torn and tattered poem
Wondering while I roam
in search of calm
of some soothing balm
to quell this chaos below
Despite all that I know
all that I seek
against a night so bleak
with its own dark...
devolve into this other me
so full of spite
so full of fury
With a vision so blurry
from a chronic rage
spilt upon the page
a torn and tattered poem
Wondering while I roam
in search of calm
of some soothing balm
to quell this chaos below
Despite all that I know
all that I seek
against a night so bleak
with its own dark...
#rhyming
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Lost in the Write
I love to spend the night
lost in the write
bathed in the flow
doused by words
Filling the crisp lines
as I wander the pines
of evergreen imagination
of perennial creativity
Feel the sweet nativity
of the poetic dream
drift gentle in its stream
towards the final verse
As the world does unfold
with each story now told
penned so fine
to forever fit within the line
lost in the write
bathed in the flow
doused by words
Filling the crisp lines
as I wander the pines
of evergreen imagination
of perennial creativity
Feel the sweet nativity
of the poetic dream
drift gentle in its stream
towards the final verse
As the world does unfold
with each story now told
penned so fine
to forever fit within the line
#night
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Christen
The ink lingers here
on the sharp tip
of the still quill
suspended
Prosody upended
by a viscosity of rhyme
arriving just in time
to again save the poem
While ideas do roam
within my mind
behind this blind
that shields me
Feeling the flow
in the candle glow
while words swirl
lines congeal
With all that I feel
laid out on the page
each joy and rage
as the pen does christen
on the sharp tip
of the still quill
suspended
Prosody upended
by a viscosity of rhyme
arriving just in time
to again save the poem
While ideas do roam
within my mind
behind this blind
that shields me
Feeling the flow
in the candle glow
while words swirl
lines congeal
With all that I feel
laid out on the page
each joy and rage
as the pen does christen
#moon
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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[After the Ink is Spilt]
After the ink is spilt
blooms of creativity wilt
until the next rain
blooms of creativity wilt
until the next rain
#rhyming
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#senryu
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My Ink
A perfect blend
from beginning to end
a lot of sweat
with a few laden tears
Gathered down through the years
meant to be fully savored
added to all of this red
all that I have bled
Spilt thick upon the page
within lines forever sage
from beginning to end
a lot of sweat
with a few laden tears
Gathered down through the years
meant to be fully savored
added to all of this red
all that I have bled
Spilt thick upon the page
within lines forever sage
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Ductile
The word does so beguile
in its sweet sound
the way it can surround
all of my sensations
These wet poetic creations
all boil down to ink
spilt upon the brink
of the crisp paper edge
For the feeling of touch
is capable of so much
deep pain
pure pleasure
Each beyond measure
except within a poem
where the mind may roam
adrift in true sensation
The inner resurrection
of the spirit deep inside
no longer meant to hide
fully expressed upon the page
in its sweet sound
the way it can surround
all of my sensations
These wet poetic creations
all boil down to ink
spilt upon the brink
of the crisp paper edge
For the feeling of touch
is capable of so much
deep pain
pure pleasure
Each beyond measure
except within a poem
where the mind may roam
adrift in true sensation
The inner resurrection
of the spirit deep inside
no longer meant to hide
fully expressed upon the page
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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Self Symmetric
Poetical...
how it seems
within poetic dreams
each poem takes on itself
Leaves books on the shelf
while it embraces life
its poetry rife
heretical...
how it seems
within poetic dreams
each poem takes on itself
Leaves books on the shelf
while it embraces life
its poetry rife
heretical...
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Shadowy
The light trace of ink
reveals as it begins to slink
into the dark corners
the dark recesses
While each line confesses
all that I will not
every curse ever brought
before the altar of rhyme
Tallying up all lost time
in some black bound ledger
some prophetic pledger
casting scatter runes
Recalling forgotten tunes
played upon ancient strings
while a fair maiden sings
her songs of joy and woe
For this is how it is meant to go
passed down through the ages
penned deep upon blank pages ...
reveals as it begins to slink
into the dark corners
the dark recesses
While each line confesses
all that I will not
every curse ever brought
before the altar of rhyme
Tallying up all lost time
in some black bound ledger
some prophetic pledger
casting scatter runes
Recalling forgotten tunes
played upon ancient strings
while a fair maiden sings
her songs of joy and woe
For this is how it is meant to go
passed down through the ages
penned deep upon blank pages ...
#shadows
#rhyming
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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