Rhyming by Top Critiquers Poems

While sleeping, Lucy
Roddenberry felt one
done on her some licking
making Lucy wake up and see
Archie stare at her with a smile.

You be the cynic
And I’ll be the hope
We bleed the red waters
we’ve structured to cope
Binding desires  
with  
counterfeit kin
Availing imperil  
I’m sterile within
 
Splayed imperfections
A  
thoughtless  
terrain
An impressive collection
of
deflection was lain
 
A mast  
of  
desire
A sensitive skin  
Vested in fire
In dire, we sin
 
A crease  
of  
its wisdom
A sheath  
of  
goodwill
I bide by division ...

Sitting home all alone
With my mind all blank
Waiting for the open door
To shut itself

Speaking words that I have heard
From outer space
Finding time to be kind
To my cosmic mate

Angel tears can't erase the years
That I did waste
I gotta bide my time till I find my prime
Has been erased

Then I'll fill my cup with empty luck
In a forgotten place
And I'll hope to cope with my lost soul
Sinking in the lake

Only days ago when times were old
And filled with grace
I chased my dreams...