Least Read Rhyming Poems
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Ljdynamic
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 3:11am
6th Sep 2024 3:11am
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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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:10pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:10pm
Gun Smoke and Sabre's Shine
Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward
Into the smoke and flame
Marched the Six Hundred
"Forward, my Guard!" he said
With sun on each bayonet
On through the mist they sped
Led by Napoleon
Stormed at by shot and shell
Rising where heroes fell
Into the jaws of hell
Charged his Grand Army
Onward they surged as one
Flanking the morning sun
Russian and Austrian line
Crumbling beneath them
Boldly they charged ahead
Steel met with fire and lead
Grim on the frozen plain ...
Half a league onward
Into the smoke and flame
Marched the Six Hundred
"Forward, my Guard!" he said
With sun on each bayonet
On through the mist they sped
Led by Napoleon
Stormed at by shot and shell
Rising where heroes fell
Into the jaws of hell
Charged his Grand Army
Onward they surged as one
Flanking the morning sun
Russian and Austrian line
Crumbling beneath them
Boldly they charged ahead
Steel met with fire and lead
Grim on the frozen plain ...
#historical
#narrative
#rhyming
#success
#war
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:05pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:05pm
The Law and Other Trifles
Down in the bayou, where the moss hangs low
And the gators lie quiet in the water’s slow flow
The law come sniffin’ with their collars tight
But they don’t belong in the swamp at night
With lanterns high and their boots so clean
Cut through the cane where the ghosts ain't seen
But the folks here know where the shadows creep
And the secrets kept in the waters deep
The bayou don’t care for a badge or a name
And it don’t bow down to a city man’s claim
So they come with their guns and their silver stars
But the swamp don’t reckon...
And the gators lie quiet in the water’s slow flow
The law come sniffin’ with their collars tight
But they don’t belong in the swamp at night
With lanterns high and their boots so clean
Cut through the cane where the ghosts ain't seen
But the folks here know where the shadows creep
And the secrets kept in the waters deep
The bayou don’t care for a badge or a name
And it don’t bow down to a city man’s claim
So they come with their guns and their silver stars
But the swamp don’t reckon...
#countryside
#environment
#LifeStruggles
#narrative
#rhyming
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:55pm
12th Nov 2024 7:55pm
Blood In The Loch, Freedom Flowing Fjord
By loch and glen, the shadows grow
The heather drinks the twilight’s glow
With Robert’s men, we ride as one
Beneath the moon, behind the sun
The confessor marches with blades of steel
Their boots do crush the Highland’s keel
But o’er the fjord, the echoes ring
With battle songs we proudly sing
Through mist and stone, our paths are made
The sword our guide, the bow our trade
The stag does leap, the raven cries
And freedom lights the coldest skies
We strike by night, a shadow’s blade
In Bruce’s name, the price is...
The heather drinks the twilight’s glow
With Robert’s men, we ride as one
Beneath the moon, behind the sun
The confessor marches with blades of steel
Their boots do crush the Highland’s keel
But o’er the fjord, the echoes ring
With battle songs we proudly sing
Through mist and stone, our paths are made
The sword our guide, the bow our trade
The stag does leap, the raven cries
And freedom lights the coldest skies
We strike by night, a shadow’s blade
In Bruce’s name, the price is...
#death
#environment
#narrative
#rhyming
#war
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Ljdynamic
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 5:05pm
11th Sep 2021 5:05pm
Muted
As I endure alone, I think.
Shadows flow around me, taunting.
Frightened words do not formulate.
I am left drowning in the ink.
Bold thoughts gather but quickly shrink.
The effort put forth is daunting.
Words pile up, becoming dead weight.
I am left drowning in the ink.
Hoping to see, I do not blink.
I gaze, and it leaves me wanting.
Why does my expression negate?
I am left drowning in the ink.
Steadily I silently sink.
Formless expression is haunting,
and the words become serrated.
I am left drowning...
Shadows flow around me, taunting.
Frightened words do not formulate.
I am left drowning in the ink.
Bold thoughts gather but quickly shrink.
The effort put forth is daunting.
Words pile up, becoming dead weight.
I am left drowning in the ink.
Hoping to see, I do not blink.
I gaze, and it leaves me wanting.
Why does my expression negate?
I am left drowning in the ink.
Steadily I silently sink.
Formless expression is haunting,
and the words become serrated.
I am left drowning...
#dark
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry #FeelingLost
#WritingPoetry #FeelingLost
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Ljdynamic
Poem Published
10th May 2024 2:26am
10th May 2024 2:26am
Writing Poetry
I sit completely naked,
and this usually occurs
in the dead of night.
I turn off the lights,
and with the illumination of the candle,
I think I can handle
feeding the starving creativity
that needs to ingest letters
so it can regurgitate words,
preferably those not often heard.
Warding off writer’s block or not,
I gawk at the blank page.
Rage nestles next to my reasoning.
I try seasoning the letters
and stir the pot; it is naught.
I do not know where to begin.
My patience is running thin, ...
and this usually occurs
in the dead of night.
I turn off the lights,
and with the illumination of the candle,
I think I can handle
feeding the starving creativity
that needs to ingest letters
so it can regurgitate words,
preferably those not often heard.
Warding off writer’s block or not,
I gawk at the blank page.
Rage nestles next to my reasoning.
I try seasoning the letters
and stir the pot; it is naught.
I do not know where to begin.
My patience is running thin, ...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock
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Rew
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 7:44pm
19th Dec 2024 7:44pm
Just in Case
I make my art from common things
more cabbage patch than pearls on strings
right plain I spoke no riddles made
among the words where I have played.
Still,' folk pretend to be bemused
make mock amazement, seem amused,
a sly attempt, it could be said,
to deride words grown, from my head...
I say it's they with their mean minds
wilfully closed snide and unkind,
no laurel leavers I could crown
if they write up it is to put down.
They are gathering their collective breath
to blow me into literal death,...
more cabbage patch than pearls on strings
right plain I spoke no riddles made
among the words where I have played.
Still,' folk pretend to be bemused
make mock amazement, seem amused,
a sly attempt, it could be said,
to deride words grown, from my head...
I say it's they with their mean minds
wilfully closed snide and unkind,
no laurel leavers I could crown
if they write up it is to put down.
They are gathering their collective breath
to blow me into literal death,...
#rhyming
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Ljdynamic
Poem Published
24th Apr 2023 2:30am
24th Apr 2023 2:30am
The Hunt Calls
The moonlight shimmers across the still lake.
My trigger aches to land a fatal blow.
Minimal, precise movements are needed.
Heeded to follow the unbeaten path.
I must silhouette myself to nature,
navigating with trust in my instinct.
As I journey through this plain for hours.
Quiet and collected, gaining awareness.
The thrill rushes through my spine.
Looking for the moment where my skills shine.
Waiting for daylight to break through the dark.
Watching because you have been marked for death.
Trees gently rustle, breaking the silence. ...
My trigger aches to land a fatal blow.
Minimal, precise movements are needed.
Heeded to follow the unbeaten path.
I must silhouette myself to nature,
navigating with trust in my instinct.
As I journey through this plain for hours.
Quiet and collected, gaining awareness.
The thrill rushes through my spine.
Looking for the moment where my skills shine.
Waiting for daylight to break through the dark.
Watching because you have been marked for death.
Trees gently rustle, breaking the silence. ...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Ljdynamic
Poem Published
11th Jun 2022 1:26am
11th Jun 2022 1:26am
Indisposed
I awaken to a flashbang feeling,
loss of perception, with disorientation.
Unshaken, but fear clangs now; dealing
with tossed in deception and intoxication.
Perched with my knees knocked,
gritting my teeth, sternly bound.
Besmirched; gutsy once but now rocked.
Splitting beneath, externally no sound.
Swelling dilated eyes strive to adjust,
but the resolution remains obscure.
How telling, I am ill-fated, no thrive; it is unjust.
My evolution constrained, quietly I endure.
Still, my wrists are raw from wresting, ...
loss of perception, with disorientation.
Unshaken, but fear clangs now; dealing
with tossed in deception and intoxication.
Perched with my knees knocked,
gritting my teeth, sternly bound.
Besmirched; gutsy once but now rocked.
Splitting beneath, externally no sound.
Swelling dilated eyes strive to adjust,
but the resolution remains obscure.
How telling, I am ill-fated, no thrive; it is unjust.
My evolution constrained, quietly I endure.
Still, my wrists are raw from wresting, ...
#dark
#rhyming
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refinemind
SUNLITE
SUNLITE
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 9:55am
17th Nov 2024 9:55am
LITE's oUT{sUN}
#rhyming
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BaldyBrown
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 8:33am
31st Oct 2024 8:33am
Thai Girl on a Pepto-Bismol Scoopy
Notes of moto are in her bearing
Destination mojo, straight-staring
“Trendy-compliant” labels her existence
A compliment to L’Oreal and persistence
She flits, so fragrant I see her scent
Flagrant contrails from a bike you can rent
Dump the myth, you icky old screw
Do the math, she’s not for you
Down the road she conducts her toes
Dawn pink heels and broom-stick pose
Like mama goose with three goslings in tow
Like a fish in free water who doesn’t know
In this life we're with who we can get
But she’s like the...
Destination mojo, straight-staring
“Trendy-compliant” labels her existence
A compliment to L’Oreal and persistence
She flits, so fragrant I see her scent
Flagrant contrails from a bike you can rent
Dump the myth, you icky old screw
Do the math, she’s not for you
Down the road she conducts her toes
Dawn pink heels and broom-stick pose
Like mama goose with three goslings in tow
Like a fish in free water who doesn’t know
In this life we're with who we can get
But she’s like the...
#rhyming
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Shakespearan-Sweet
Poem Published
1st Jun 2018 9:47am
1st Jun 2018 9:47am
“Table for Two”
Table For Two”
Girl don’t be shy I’m shy too,
Sit down here because I reserved for us a restaurant table for two,
This conversation is personal between me and you,
Tell me your doubts, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, because I’m the type of guy who is understanding and patient, I’ll be your waiter let me serve you to eat my Queen beautiful soul food,
the kind that will satisfy you all the days of yours life,
the kind that won’t offer what the world offers pain,division and strife,
when the Earth’s fault splits apart, we can hide out at the Van...
Girl don’t be shy I’m shy too,
Sit down here because I reserved for us a restaurant table for two,
This conversation is personal between me and you,
Tell me your doubts, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, because I’m the type of guy who is understanding and patient, I’ll be your waiter let me serve you to eat my Queen beautiful soul food,
the kind that will satisfy you all the days of yours life,
the kind that won’t offer what the world offers pain,division and strife,
when the Earth’s fault splits apart, we can hide out at the Van...
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#rhyming
#metaphor
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DU Poetry : Least Read Rhyming Poems
