Browsing: Rhyming Verse

Rhyming Verse
0
New York, New York

new york, new york, oh city teaming with life and lands and cultures dreaming of new horizons opened wide like lady liberty and the morning tide — 2003 (possibly march)

Poetry
0
Barber Shop Theater

the room was filled with theater the rise and rhythmic fall of voices echoing words and wise opinions on life’s vicissitudes and choices — Barber Shop – 2/6/10 – 74 #favorite

Poetry
0
Your Lithe Form

your lithe form is a panoply of pleasures a cacophony that beats against my senses i stand before you overwhelmed by the fury that washes over and disarms my defenses — 2/3/10 – 71 #favorite

Poetry
0
A Million Mysteries

there are a million mysteries that are hidden on the earth what secrets will you uncover to what ideas will you give birth — 2/2/10 – 69

Poetry
0
Falling Meter and Rhyme

fluid and grace express poetry in motion while the musics dance to a rolling rhythm and your voices rise to meet the emotion expressed in the falling meter and rhyme — 1/26/10 – 61 #favorite — (inspired by Lifehouse’s Learn You Inside Out)

Poetry
0
Whither Goest Thou Little Bird?

whither goest thou little bird? for whom dost thou sing? what love hast compelled thee this melody to bring? art thou sent by some lover his beloved to woo? by thy sweet serenade his desire to pursue? i pray this is so, little bird, it puts hope in my heart…

Poetry
0
First Breath of Spring

the balmy touch of your wispy fingers leaves the surface of my skin cold but my heart beats warm for thought of fog and a city shrouded and old the first breath of spring comes early though but a taste of things to come and come too soon to be…

Poetry
0
A Bleak and Lonely Midwinter Landscape

your delicate softness masks the bitter wind and amber glows on your icy countenance the frigid fingers of your caress warms me as i dwell on the beauty of your substance i see the night fall on the driven visage of your bleak and lonely midwinter landscape and the beauty…

Poetry
0
The Call

in the mountains of the winter wind where the white wolves run and bit frost covers the rocky crag you can hear the distant drum its the call, my brother calling for the brave answer the call, my brother for the world to save –1/8/10 – 41

Rhyming Verse
0
This Absence Thine

forthwith i call to the mighty throne reveal in me the spirit divine for my heart emits a plaintive groan and suffers from this absence thine — 1/6/10 – 38

Rhyming Verse
0
I Still Miss You

i still miss you. memories held tightly are a bit of a surprise. i’m glad in a way, the pain forms an impression like the hollow of a mold. the memory is better than the nothing i would feel had we never met. — 1/5/10 – 36 #favorite

Poetry
0
In the Meadow by the Bay

what flies against the distant lee in the meadow by the bay who waits beyond the great oak tree with hair like fire and eyes dark grey smell the evening fresh like clover sitting in the woodland shadow whispery kisses in your bower your laugh peals out like a flower…

Poetry
0
Bubble and Squeak

rattle and clink, bubble and squeak listen while the music plays a jaunty jig with fiddle and stick low dimmed lights, babble and sites see the joyous public gather to laugh and talk between full bites — 12/26/09 – 26

Poetry
0
Spark

my mind is blank, a hollow tomb a space empty of the ideas of poetry and whence comes the creative spark which occupies and breathes so vibrantly my empty soul yearns for its touch the soft caress of its deft fingertips the sensual thrill of its embodiment i would be…

Poetry
0
Contented

i’ve missed the normalcy of home a place of no pretense or question and as the cold rain falls outside i sit content, empty of frustration –12/24/09 – 24

Poetry
0
Ode to Christmas

voices swelling together dwelling emotion singing with devotion bringing the chorus ringing their praises giving for what was done that Christmas day forever changed the way we pray –12/20/09 – 19

Poetry
0
Frivolity

bounce, bound, bubble free the effervescent frivolity that rises up from a joyful soul on Christmas day especially — 12/16/09 – 15

Poetry
0
Morpheus

the sluggish embrace of a long friend wrapped in tones of dusk and eerie longing pulls you deep into lands yet unexplored veiled in mists of hope and dreaming — Morpheus – 12/15/09 – 13

1 2 3 6