#Rhyme Poetry

[sanders1665]

Another thinker, another theory,

Each new answer leaves me weary.

The rich stack coins, the poor count days,

Both trapped in the same old maze.

The faithless pass the chapel door,

The poet lingers, feeling more.

Shadows stretch, then slip away,

The blind man reaches through the day.

The gambler prays to rolling dice,

The sparrow soars—no thought, no price.

A bottle lifts, a man lets go,

Says he's found what we don't know.

Empty rooms, no mirrors stare,

No echoes left to fill the air.

And those outside, they press against the glass,

Seeking meaning in what will pass.

[kaywrites23]

Maybe, just maybe, in another universe we were meant to be.

Then maybe there would be an us

instead of just

a you

and

a me.

[stardustthroughthecracks]

Although it’s a tale we often don’t want told,

As the saying goes, many of the good die young

While the bad grow old.

And for that fate we’ll never know how many souls are sold

To tempt odds or tempt gods,

But surely we do know that nothing stays as gold.

[songofsutarima]

Stop Me Before I Cross

I feel…I feel I am wasting away.

Wasting every moment of my day.

I feel rotting happening in my mind,

From all the streaming services for which I signed.

I feel my muscles getting weaker with every passing second

From denying invites to the gym from friends who beckoned.

I feel my speed diminishing and my eyes growing tired.

I feel I’m wasting away and becoming something never desired.

I am approaching a singularity, very near the event horizon,

And I need to make some changes to the course my life’s in.

I need to sharpen my mind by reading and challenging once again

And better my body before it’s just the worthless shell my soul dies in.

I feel I am wasting away,

Every microscopic moment of my day.

I need to put down the sticks and quit the games I play,

I need to do something quick if I don’t want the trajectory to stay.

Adjustments must be made, and for that strength I pray,

Because as it stands now…damn…

I *am* just…

…fading…

…falling…

…decaying…

…diminishing…

….waning…

…dwindling…

…just wasting away.

[misterpuzzles]

"Dall Dem Colors"

The paint on your house?

Nah bitch.

The branna your jeans?

*Fsh*

It's fun.

Fun is the color of your life.

Fun people. *Pow*

Looka dall dem— all dem colors.

Fun times. *Ow*

Looka dall dem— all dem colors.

It's fun— FUN!

Color your life with fun.

*clap X8*

The year of your car?

Nah bra.

The smella your shoes?

*Shish*

It's fun.

Fun is the color of your life.

Fun picnics. *Yow*

Looka dall dem— all dem colors.

Fun hikes. *Zow*

Looka dall dem— all dem colors.

It's fun— FUN!

Color your life with fun.

*clap X32*

Color your life with fun!

*clap X2*

Make it roan, n'green, n'gray.

I said, color your life with fun!

*clap X2*

Pick a pearly, opal-purple shade.

Come on! Color your life with fun!

*clap X2*

Make it disco-dance a warm parade.

Go on! Color your life with fun!

*clap X2*

Kick a muddled-up bowl of trouble...

and let it rain...

all kinds of colors

today.

And say, "Wow...

looka dall dem colors."

[starsnsonnets]

everyone always says

be grateful for what you get

don’t i have free speech?

can i complain about the weather please?

everyone always says

feel some gratitude

just cause i have an attitude

im not mad at you

but can you not assume?

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@thoughtlescat

[kissedbyivy]

ᥫ᭡. •- i’d be the fool to be falling for you.

ᥫ᭡. •- and if i’m unlucky, you’ll fall for me too.

[most-ment]

I haven't unpacked my feelings yet.

Sometimes it's like I'm going through the motions,

Experiencing experiences that I'll eventually forget.

This dunya is ephemeral, just like my emotions.

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I dream of the eventuality;

Of a future I've hurriedly claimed.

Being unsure is my specialty,

I just really want everything to be okay.

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I'm grateful that I'm happy,

I'm happy that I'm grateful.

I don't want good things to pass me,

I fear growing up distasteful.

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I'm fine even with so many emotions repressed.

So why bother unpacking them?

If I think too much it's depressed express

So I quiet my thoughts and pretend.

~

These words may make you assume,

That I don't feel ease with every breath I breathe.

So let me tell you, that isn't true,

I actually feel glee mostly.

~

I just wanted to let some things out,

Even my nafs need to be acknowledged.

The water must escape the gloomy rainy cloud,

So I'll feet at peace at sunset.

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Hello loves, hope you like the poem. Too tired to write smth interesting sorry.

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[jdaviswords]

Souvenir Bandit

The used to call me

Sticky D

behind the wheel

of the Saturn

shifting

five speed

Up Larksville mountain

and back down

yet high as a kite

rounding bends

like Ricky Bobby

in Talledega Nights

Dip in the lip

that I just poached

from behind the counter

at Heffron’s

a menace

that can do no wrong

sippin tea

ooooooolong

Good golly me

who’s in the back seat

prolly

scruffy puppy

bone buddi

and maybe Kleech

I reach for the stick

stop quick

pause for a spit

hawk tuah

ahhh shiiiiit

that ain’t it

fuck that bitch

sike nah

I kid

it ain’t her fault

she became famous

In this society

we praise ignorance

and belittle intelligence

like a souvenir bandit

catching stray cats

and feeding them

cat nip

Drugged and crazed

lost and gazed

hazed by insufferable

people

and yet

expected to behave

a certain way

I remain the same

because those

who imitate

are unsure

of themselves

and I forbid that notion

to be entertained

Forget the dragon

to be slain

I am the dragon

remember the name

it’s Jdav

with a capital Jay

a lowercase D

But don’t get it twisted

it’ll tickle the inside middle

of your moms belly

Ha

Ego aside

I am Ron Cheese

comin atcha raunchy

like Willy

I get a little Wonky

bitches call me daddy

as if I owned a donkey

sike nah

I am just flaunting

just wanting

to be heard

ya heard

random but valid

fuck Colin Cowherd

I swear that dood

ain’t nothin

but a spike-less spur

Anyways

back to the original programming

I swerve

now I see lights

because I had a padiddle

and now my friends

are being cuffed

I get patted down

no officer

no drugs on me

I bluff

I felt bad

as I drove off

leaving the rest

of my friends

in the dust

but I didn’t sip

from the bottle of lust

‘twas a lesson learned

for all of us

Fuck the police

no justice

no peace

I’m the souvenir bandit

fresh off the leash

I yearn to sink

my teeth

into the bullshit one percenters

neck

the few

the proud

the corporate elite

I swear I’d bite

off their teet

and smear the blood

across my teeth

and smile

as I watched it

drip from my canines

as I laugh menacingly

Hahahaha

Wow

I say to myself

I speak

to myself

I keep

to myself

I seek

to seem

myself

I believe

in nothing

but authenticity

They used to call me

Sticky D

I’ve since buried

the Saturn

the Malibu

the Altima

and left a joint

behind the seat

of my moms Jeep Liberty

And when she showed me

I took it

and went to the tracks

down the street

broke it open

packed it in the bowl

and smoked it deliberately

with the homies

But that was the old me

when I used to ride around

with the souvenir bandit

unknowingly

[sanders1665]

If We Let the Silence Speak

If we let the silence have its say,

our pain would soften, fade, and heal,

and sorrowed hearts could start to feel.

If we let the silence voice its truth,

a restless soul might find its peace,

and gentle hands would grant release.

If we let the silence break its chains,

unspoken dreams could take their flight,

and fear would wane beneath the light.

If we let the silence whisper low,

our guarded eyes would cease to hide,

revealing all we've kept inside.

If we let the silence speak of pain,

the burdened ones could breathe, could smile,

and love would not be put on trial.

If we let the silence sing its tune,

lost joys would echo, strong and bright,

and fractured truths would find the light.

If we let the silence voice its need,

a mother’s joy might find its way,

and grief would loosen from the fray.

If we let the silence share its song,

the ghosts of yesterday would fade,

and children’s laughter would not be afraid.

If we let the silence have its say,

we'd shed no tears in darkened halls,

for love would rise, and truth would call...

If only we could let it speak.

[scribblesofsutarima]

Yea…neither did I.

Not after the failed try.

I tried my darndest to vie.

To be the apple of your eye.

And I won! Took home the title.

Hitting love shots that were vital.

But how much bullshit does it take to entitle

Me to true love’s work, not just the fucking recital?

Because me and my love. My dance. Did blaze.

Because you and your eyes. My love, did raise.

But we both knew a false idol you praised,

I saw you bow, and I wasn’t upset.

Mostly because.

I never trusted you anyways.

[redley-of-many-noodles]

Gallic

What a varied word is “gallic.”

A metal made of miracles,

A citizen from ancient Gaul,

“Gallic” speaks of many things,

With little rhyme at all.

Of Frenchmen, young, old and all,

Or acid from the sumac’s gall;

Of a rare trivalent metal

Which from Heaven may as well fall.

But to say you have no words,

A fib as sour as spoiled curds!

When all these many tongues

Are so beauteously absurd!

Yes, you must have quite the gall,

Or a head shaped rather phallic,

To brush past the beauty of such words

As “petrichor,” “myriad,” and “gallic.”

[songofsutarima]

Sober

You know…I like drinking,

But I’m not sure I like drunk.

Because then I’m stuck thinking

About the depths to which I’ve sunk.

All the insults I let loose from my lips.

Saying whatever to make sure a balance tips.

Mistruths spoken and stories just made up.

Maybe if I put the glass down I could trade up.

Maybe i could shine more clearly, like light through perfect glass

And maybe I’d stop stumbling and sounds over my lips could cleanly pass.

Because I hate what I’ve said in an inebriated state.

So I think I’ll chill for a minute; actually think straight.

I hate what I’ve decided to bet when I’m drowning

And it’s probably high time I stop fooling around and clowning.

Because 1-20 isn’t a funny number when I’m behind the wheel,

And the bottle we just bought already has a broken seal.

So instead of starting ignition by turning some keys,

Perhaps, instead of vodka, I’ll drink in the mountains, trees, and breeze.

I’m an anxious person, that can’t be denied,

And I thought that liquor could help me hide.

But anxiety becomes paranoia, which either spirals to angry or sad,

And I don’t like the paranoid person I am when I’m drunk and I’m mad.

Trust and loyalty mean nothing to a poison-drenched mind,

And though no evidence exists, I’ll make it up, then that I’ll find.

And I would like to have that all be avoided.

So I think my future alcohol purchases can be voided.

Laying down with clean blood and a clear brain

Feels better, even if I have the small sadness ache and pain.

I close my eyes and smile because I was able to keep

Sober for a day, and can be sent to restful sleep.

But….who is standing in the corner of my room…?

Seven feet tall and over me this shadow of darkness does loom.

Just staring, unmoving, as I happen to be,

Since this paralysis demon is here for me.

I kinda forgot that he shows up when I have sober dreams

And he has friends to make sure we are on uneven teams.

Now that I see, I remember, why I was drinking.

Because I can’t move right now? Except for my blinking.

I can’t control my breathing, I can’t move my arms.

I can’t scream, and I can’t protect myself from harm.

Internally screeching, begging this devil to leave me alone,

Feeling icy tendrils dig into my flesh and start breaking my bones.

Then I blink and he’s gone and I can finally move.

I remember now what pushed me to what others disapprove.

I swear I tried to put up a good fight, but my attempt is over.

If I have to see him every night, I can’t go back to being sober.

[misterpuzzles]

"Round One Walk-Around"

Go on ahead and let 'em go.

The early race is way too slow.

Always gunna take my Walk-Around o' Round One!

Time for a Round One Walk-Around, sound one!

boo boo bah-bee, dop bee-dop, tee dop-bee

No faint kabloos are gunna shed the blues

of no rock-a-bye.

No tasteful tease'll more than rustle leaves,

when it breezes by.

If all the love would fall from ev'ry dove

that knew how to cry...

sullen whistling

Can't you see?

One is not the one for me!

Don't you know?

This is how I have to go!

Well, when you open your eyes n'see, you'll see—

see that I'm a "bye".

And when you open your mind, say "oh", you'll know—

know that I'm a "bye".

Just wanna take my Walk-Around o' Round One!

Time for a Round One Walk-Around, found one!

Round One? No.

One is not the way I go!

Don't you see...

the second round's the one for me?

Well, when you open your eyes n'see, you'll see—

see that I'm a "bye".

And when you open your mind, say "oh", you'll know—

know that I'm a "bye".

Well, no... I won't go sswt

to Round Two,

That don't sound a znng

like what I'd do.

But I am gunna take my Walk-Around o' Round One.

Don't knock my Round One Walk-Around, down one.

Don't tell no lie. What's red is red.

It's ok to cry. What's dead is dead.

But, before I very well become one of them,

m'tradin' back the save-o'-face I got suckin' thumb!

Let all the tourney regs in town,

know that I'm apt to Walk-Around.

I don't do Round One!

I won't do Round One!

NO!

ONE IS NOT THE ONE FOR ME!

I dally first, and then for fun

I strut right into the sun,

so ambifragalistic—...

EXPIALIDOCIOUSLY!

Always gunna take my Walk-Around o' Round One!

Why not make my Round One Walk-Around, a proud one!

Don't put me down, I'd rather fly.

I know my place, that I'm a "bye".

I'm a "bye".

I'm a "bye".

[pricc]

WHO THEY THOUGHT I WAS

They thought I was crazy.

Aren't we all a little insane?

They thought I was stupid.

I've heard all the names.

They must've thought I was emotionless,

When they said my dad wasn't dead.

They must've thought I didn't know,

Everything that was said.

They thought I was so different,

Now they want me around.

They must've thought I wouldn't know

Who made every sound.

They even called me white

Because of the way I act.

They even called me foolish,

Thinking that I didn't like black.

They thought so many things,

It's no wonder I've changed,

Because they thought so much shit,

I'll never be the same.

He said, she said,

Yes, that really hurts.

If only they'd think for once.

I've tried it and it still works.

What do they want to know?

Because I think I'm a simple man.

It's such a shame that they thought,

That I'm more than what I am.

[most-ment]

Vigilante

At first, I thought I was doing the right thing.

The police were inadequate and the government wasn't listening.

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At the time, I assumed that I was making things better.

Justice! I thought I was the dispenser.

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I thought wrong.

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Taking the laws in my hands,

Only coated them in red.

Justice was something I didn't understand,

Despite all the virtuous things I said.

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I truly thought I was doing the right thing,

But for any one battle I lost, more innocent people were dying.

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At some point, I wanted it to end,

But I could do nothing to erase the bounty on my head.

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Hated by the criminals,

Scorned by the popo.

My problems became anything but trivial

And I tried to hear them solo.

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I couldn't though,

Instead I put in danger anyone I brought close.

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Lost I was.

It was the right thing at first.

It was the right thing I thought.

So much fighting for what?

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Lost in distrust.

I was losing too much.

I was losing my touch.

It was grueling to watch.

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How much more to experience?

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Doing the right thing the wrong way.

I thought a saviour was something I could be.

In trying to shield you from the sun, I only brought harsher rays.

I'm not an hero but a vigilante.

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Hello loves, hope you like the poem. This iss pretty much inspired by whatever vigilante movie or books I've read. Mostly DC

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