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I am not very good at rhyming poetry, but I know a lot people out there are, so can you please share some? I got the idea to start this thread when I was looking through Inkwell history and came upon Writing Warrior's "early writing" thread. I will give one of my "rhyming poems" to start...
Not A Crime
To eat an apple from the tree
A crime, a crime
Woe to me
A sin commited great by far
Animals to thinkers
To live a fate marred
Thrown out of paradise
Caught by Earth
The start of a continuos cycle of birth
Thinkers small and thinkers big
Some confusing the apple with a fig
But was it a sin to create
A flawed race that cooperates
To understand, ponder, query
To think up many a debatable theory
Ah, a new idea said the maker
As he looked down upon his acres
Maybe this is not the worsrt
Maybe they aren't really cursed
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submitted by Listening Daisy , A garden somewhere
(July 15, 2012 - 1:48 pm)
(July 15, 2012 - 1:48 pm)
Here's mine:
Lovesick on the Sea
As my boat drifts o’er the sea,
A thought of love comes over me.
My love so fair, her eyes so kind,
Will come if land I ever find.
I sail amidst the open sea,
With birds that sing so merrily.
With rotten cheese and bread so stale
And barrels full of spoiled ale.
I climb the mast, I wash the deck,
I steer the boat from many a wreck.
But though these things my hands must do,
My mind thinks of my love so true.
And to my love, my love so true,
This poem, I hope shall go to you.
My heart does wish you to be here
To fill the ship with laughter and cheer.
My love, my love, I long for thee,
Amidst the terrors of the sea.
And by and by, if all goes well,
In new land, together, we shall dwell.
(July 15, 2012 - 4:48 pm)
*jaw on floor*
That's AWESOME. My rhyming poetry is of the fail. My poetry in general if of the fail. I either write short ones with long verses that sort of rhyme about nature, or long ones with short verses that don't rhyme at all about...things...
Here's one of my longer ones called "The Fire":
I fight
I claw
My rights
My laws
The words
Untamed
A lion's mane
I gave all
All I had
Heart and soul
Pouring through
My pen
It drains me
But sustains me
Through the vigil ahead
A feisty flame
Or a candle tame
It is still a fire
Burning deep inside me
It hungers
It thirsts
And I always fear
For the worst
If I feed the ember
That glowing thing
Made of malice
Of hatred
Of sorrow
Of pain
My emotions
Rolled into one
Burning coal
If I feed
This fire
Who is to say
It won't betray
Who's to say
It won't consume me
My heart
My soul
My body in flames
The air
Reeks of sulfur
Eating away
At the only remainder
Of true freedom
I squash the instinct
I tame the fire
Before the fire
Tames me
I AM AWARE that it is mildly creepy! If you don't like creepy, don't read my poem "Marionette". Or "Silver Tears". They're even worse.
Here's a better one, procured from my vast quantities of boredness. It has no real name as of now, but one shall be forthcoming when I think of a suitable one.
Talk to me like it rained slow
Give me the frog that flew
The whale meowed, it's time to go
Bubbles float up on cue
Walk upon the golden leaf
Like I talk about the weather
Apples eat the coral reef
Generally, I'd want that feather
The snowball hops and crumbles
It's chemical bonding time!
The volcano erupts to mumble
Why it doesn't like the clime
Why can't I have the Civil War?
My paintbrush broke its pear
What is in that suspicious drawer?
Sherlock Holmes needs a lair
Don't kill Frodo, I need that hobbit
For my world-dominating plane
I hate stormtroopers, I just forgot it
Spock thinks Voldemort is insane
I'm pink and can fly, dah-ba-di dah-ba-die,
The TARDIS! Oh Frabjous day!
Merlin will zap you with magical pies
The cow, she is running away!
I asked you, Cyrus, what happened to your nose
But you had just returned from Rome
A war was waged with dirty toes
So whack me with a great big tome
It is the result of Dr. Pepper and nerdiness.
Don't Forget To Be Awesome
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