#ryhming poems

[okayigetitifuckedup]

'But everything that happened- all you went through- its a part of you! It made you stronger!'

No, it didn't, it made me harder. Strength is not purely measured by how unbreakable my skin is. I have never been weaker at my core than when my skin was it's thickest.

I crave weakness of the flesh, I crave a give that tells those around me that I am not unfeeling steel.

I wear lambs' skin, not to hunt, but because it is pretty, and I wish I could be as fresh and innocent, every single fucking day.

The blood on my teeth, and the pain in my chest never let the fantasy get far.

[rumoredr3birth]

The love I carry was passed to me by my mother

Our family tree rots with this violent malicious love

My grandmother never loved gently till her lover died

My mother killed parts of my father to find her peace

I think I hate you

I think of you standing infront of me & I don’t yearn to kiss you anymore

I want to hurt you & no matter how many times you apologize I still need to punish you for all you did to my love

My love, something I thought I didnt inherit, runs through me with the anger of a bull

I blow out hot air & I stomp my feet at the mention of you

I see red

Where I used to feel cold I now run hot

Venom pools in my mouth & I bite my tongue for you

I’ll step away like my father before me

Im the only piece of him my mother has yet to kill

When you open the gates I won’t stamped

I’ll look you in the eyes

& with my fathers voice booming from my chest I scream

I love you

Decades of love burn for you

Your on fire

Red hot fire

I run because it’s all I know

All I was very taught

I hope you can dodge

-y

[danalockhart411]

Poem-A-Day Challenge, Day #11

Wingless

I fell into the sky,

Don't ask me how,

Ask me why.

Up and down,

High or low;

Simply turn around,

Change perspective,,

And suddenly

It seems so easy

To turn falling

Into flying. 

[lilyfrogisnotneurotypical]

The Lucky Penny

There once was a little girl Jenny,

and Jenny had a lucky penny.

She held it way up high,

so it shined in the sky.

This penny she found in the street, 

right after dropping her sweet.

A moment later, she got some more candy,

and so she declared, “This penny is quite handy!”

One day she was walking to school

when she happened across a deep pool.

Kneeling down on the dirt, she looked for a shell,

but leaned too far, and into the pool she fell.

And that was the story of Jenny,

who relied too much on her penny.

She thought it would save her,

but really it gave her,

a life that will never be complete.

[lookbeyondyoureyegate-poems]

🎶How you gone control it, every single moment, it’s outside your consciousness you just cannot control it 🎶 (x4)

Young dude got exposed to the flesh He became a slave Thought it was all natural so he did it did it Did it til his soul became a Cave

That’s where those feelings harbor at Desire is the start of that Nose wide open She said the doors are wide open

So he jumped inside that ocean Didn’t notice all the potions Then It stirred up his emotions woo He got wooed in his consciousness Now you wonder where his balance is

So much opposition from his opposites Born and raised supposed as a counterfeit Now he wonders where his purpose fit

🎶How you gone control it, every single moment, it’s outside your consciousness you just cannot control it 🎶 (x4)

It’s a Spiritual wave…. I got a power and devotion. Powers over emotion. Doing good is my devotion. When they search for bad solutions. I just pray for restitutions.

The Lord is in my mental so that is my resolution. Naughty by nature so you can call that my constitution. Be civil to your neighbor title XLIV. That’s the real constitution.

Chapter seven six zero. Follow every act within the title. So you can behave within your title. Don’t need to read the Bible. Just to know when you are liable.

Yeah so all of that is relative. My brain hurts that’s punitive. My obedience comes from above. He’s over sensitive.

The father renews mercy every day. He’s communicative. Now leave me to my poems while I slay. It’s definitive.

🎶How you gone control it, every single moment, it’s outside your consciousness you just cannot control it 🎶 (x4)

J.Rashid.H

[bookmarkquinn]

Tall Man

Here is a little limerick for you, it came to me during a nap (zzzz). There once was a man that I knew,he grew and he grew and he grew.He got oh so talland I was so small,there once was a man that I knew.

[lottiemunson]

Yawn (Tick Tick Ticking)

It’s 5 am

The time sprang back and I, I haven’t slept.

I find the hands of the clock blend together, the longer I stare, phantom sounds - a tick tick ticking in my ears.

I need to wash my hair, to brush my teeth- and I won’t, not yet.

It’s too early. It’s too late- “Maybe tomorrow” I say in my head.

I’ll yawn, open my mouth, take a breath, scrunch my nose. A shaking will take over for a moment.

I’ll hear my jaw crack, rub my hands over my face.

The exhaustion is setting in, I’ll push past it in favor of something else- I always do.

Tick tick ticking

Let the blue light pacify my thoughts, turn the dial down to 2 instead of 10.

I’ll haunt the house, quietly passing through the kitchen, the fridge will creak, and I’ll bump the trash can with my hip.

Hands will fill the brita, crack the ice tray, the thunk as they hit my water bottle will hit my ears.

I’ll lay down, read a few lines, write my prose until my eyes tire.

Sleep will kiss my cheeks just like my mother did when I was a child.

I will yawn, and then drift, the clock hands will still spin.

Tick tick ticking

Maybe will turn into certainty and then I’ll do it all over again.

[hazeldarkwood2]

[ratin-abag]

Through the bushes and past the trees

In the forest lays

A house of color, bright as you see

Warm in the sun's rays

In the house, within the swirly door

If you dare to knock

The door will swing and on the floor

You'll see a man with a coo-coo clock

"Hello chum!" He'll greet you sweetly

"You've found me afterall!"

He'll dust himself off, nice and neatly.

"Greetings, my name is Screwball."

Meet Screwball Chum!

Have any questions for this random oc?

Feel free to ask because I am pretty bored...

[th3-art-of-dying]

Check out Progeny of Chronos's poem!

This dude is likely one of the most talented and intelligent minds within the Poetizer community. Loved this so much, had to share here too. You must check him out on Poetizer, he has a plethora of deep and clever words to share. ! Much love y'all!

[a-good-darren]

Tricks are waiting in the yard

Tackling down with ease'll

"Show the world what I can do,"

Gaily boasts the darren

In and out, he creeps about,

Like a big black weasel!

When she get the wrong trick out....

POP goes the darren!

All the anon started to laughing all at once!"

(Ooc: I don't understand this. I only get the... death threat for Darren? Is that the intent? What is this ryhme poem thing??)

[fizzigigsimmer]

Perseus

I met you in a coffee shop

You were reading Theodora Goss, in a turtle neck that warned for winter in the last days of summer, and I resented your stylistic prophecy.

Your conjectures of a world filled with cold spaces and chilly rooms,

unwarmed by a dozen long winded conversations - disguised by the hip side of fashion.

I admired your contradictions.

Your part in the everyday, the tattered cuffs on your tight jeans, your silence amid the chatter.

Lone man, reading women's work.

Lonely man, trades glances with lone woman, doing men's work.

I met you in a coffee shop, while you were reading “The Strange Case Of The Alchemist's Daughter”

I was struggling to finish a poem.

Putting down lines, and ryhming my inclinations into some semblance of order, like soldiers.

Ready to make war on the decades of history that says women don’t.

My mind was cramped, but I persisted in the exercise, in the name of my ancestors, my mothers, my sisters of yesteryear,

who wrote in dark rooms and kept their words locked in boxes, published under acronyms and pen names masculine, because women can and they have.

For the alchemist's daughter. Another strange case like mine.

Our eyes met across a table, and I sighed.

Distracted as ever by the crumbs of romances possible.

Of sparks that could become flames if one of us would speak - if the woman dare bare her throat.

For a woman to love a man is to lay herself down in front of something wild, an instinct untamed in a wilderness designed against her.

It is to be Persephone, loving the one who would hold you to him by any means,

even those as small in their stature and as profound in their betrayal as pomegranate seeds.

It is to be Andromeda, fed to the beast for the crime of fair face, and spared not for innocence, but for the lust of Perseus.

And yet, I wonder, as all women must, what words Perseus and Andromeda traded across their pillow.

Did she speak to him of dragons and waves, her fears for daughters unborn and the perils of bearing fair face and fair sex?

I wonder if Perseus ever thought past it, her sex and that face

if he ever heard a word that passed her luscious lips.

Lips worth more than a woman’s life, a daughter’s life.

Did her hero ever stop to wonder why he is -

Where manhood ends and heroism begins -

Why he had to love her first, to save her

Or why dragons haunt her daylight?

I wonder, as a woman, if my nights will be the same

Spent trading words across pillows with my very own Perseaus.

Princes who wrap me in their turtlenecks and hold my hand under coffee tables, and love me over dark roast

Content in their proficiency to keep one woman warm and safe,

Impervious to winter and dragons outside their castles

I met you in a coffee shop.

We traded small talk and mutual interest.

I was afraid.

I was practical in my retreat.

I keep watch for dragons, who would make a feast of my womanhood.

Who would break me down for consumption and leave nothing but hollow bones

Suck the marrow from my youth and leave me hollowed.

I live simple with my sisters in the green wood

Ever careful, wary of shapeshifters

And princes who call to me

Promising the world

So you didn’t meet me in a coffee shop

but the memory of you lingers.

Bitter and sweet.

[koko-blueturtle]

POEM TIME:

Create a poem about how you see me as a person, it must alternate ryhming lines to give a simple challange for it

This took foreverrrrr but I was stuck on the couch sick yesterday and did a lot might as well finish. It’s more about how we can’t actually talk but are still friends because I really wanted to do a moon thing ig.

Like the moon has the ocean

She pulls her aloft

Forever in rotation

Sea always looking up

And the sun has the stars

To mirror it’s light

So similar, so far

Often they bicker about who is right

Only small due to distance

I feel inclined to hug you

But we are slaves to destiny, our mistress

Time again we stay true

And there are miles in separation

At least I can feel you

Awful touch deprivation

Still the soit has its lune

Gently pushing one another

Faint but still there

They can only see each other

The worst fate to bear

“My friend, I hope you’re well

The whip however cruel

When I ask you how you are

I ask that your answer be true.”

[metaentity2005]

EATERNAL NOCTURNAL WEBTOON

Dream Eater x Insomia Girl (dark circles/resing b!#%h face)

N x Ghost Singer

DAE X EVE Songfic: Dae's song to Eve

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people like me don’t get to have dreams

So if you don’t mind, I’ll live in yours

You have dark circles around your eyes

They never go away

Always so tired

Always putting other people first

You never have time for yourself

Pushing others away

Wish you wouldn’t feel such shame

I never cared about what others thought of me

I always drift around

Never taking anything seriously

Maybe I broke a few hearts because things got serious

Maybe I shouldn’t be so careless

And I’m so afraid that I’ll break you too

You care so much

I don’t know what to do

When something hurts I just laugh and joke

You always see right through the smoke

I wanna be the only one in your dreams

There’s no room for other entities

I won’t let anyone take your dreams

Not even me

We both brush off our pain

We both somehow feel the same

You never force things out of me

Maybe we both need therapy

Night skies and butterflies

I don’t have a dream, but I’ll protect yours

Wondering when you’ll leave me for something more

People hold you back

I’m one of them

I hate your stupid friends

They take and they take

And you give and give

What will it take to get you to live

___________________________________________________________

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I would have posted this on Webtoon comment section if I knew how. I loved this webtoon story and wrote this poem when I was finnishing it. If some of the lines don't ryhm it's because I not all lines of a poem or song ryhm.

Thnak you for reading. let me know what you think in the comments.

[rarityroo]

10/5/24

Is it time?

Oh sentimental I must be..

I cant even breathe the without thinking of the past,

In the summer is was silver metal, dew on leave from morning..plastic fish in picture frames, it felt like my dads old office at the YMCA, it feels like the sun only burning slightly, barley touching us but still kissing the grass with the light.

In the fall or anytime during the school year it felt like cartoons from the 60s, cold mornings on the bus but even colder afternoons after taekwondo, sounded like music too mature for me but wanting to understand regardless, like watching big hero six and a dream to be smarter.

During the holidays, mostly Christmas..it felt like cold snow surrounding me, my heart my soul, it smelled like hairspray to make my hair perfect for grandpas fancy house. It felt like a zing of electricity from exidement at the sight of the tree and the presents, it felt like playing with stuffed cats,

Now we talk about collage, boyfriends and moving out..how silly..

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..Do you think that people have tried to make Time Machines for this reason? Not to save ppl or to study of the past or to stop a major event..but because they missed it, not for knowledge but for the selfish indulgence to have what was? How it felt and sounded?

Maybe if I was there I’d feel that way again, from the start. But I know it wouldn’t feel the same, it wouldn’t be where I was.,it wouldn’t feel or smell or be the same..but I could imagine, I think it would be nice .. walking the sandy beaches of myrtle beach.

I don’t understand why I must be so yearning and so desperate to get back the feeling of the past..maybe because it felt different? More new, I wish I felt..in my heart the way I used to, is growing up supposed to feel like this? It’s empty, it’s forgettable.

Is it even proper words if they’re not sober?

Is it even a poem if it doesn’t not ryhme?

Is it worth your time?

Is it good? Or is it just

.

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.

Me

[bookmarkquinn]

Stoney Earth

By Mark Quinn Stoney Earth Before the animals have goneand the earth turns to stone,let me be gone in flesh and bone.Let me be gone before the earth turns to stoneand before my dreams fade away,the rivers and the streams,let me goso I can dream.When the animals have gone and the land is dry,the last of my tears,I cannot cry.When the fish in the sea have dried up tooand all of humanity haven’t a…