#ryhming poems

[lovely-lies]

I whistle a tune to get her attention,

She turns her head and I immediately feel her affection,

Her eyes sparkle and my heart is shot,

Did you know you can fall in love right on the spot?

[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.

[etherape]

feeling bluh all the time so here you guys have a ryhme *p.s. sorry about any typos its the rough draft of a poem/rap

im writing poetry thats a bad sign

im completely gone

And I dont feel fine

Everything feels wrong

Everythings on the line

The nights are getting long

im running out of time

getting angry at myself

living in a dangerous hell

And i know it cant help

But shit aint going well

And im pavloved by the bell

That my phone let out

But no matter how much i shout

The screen wont love me back

No matter how much i tap

It wont ever amount

To half a slow clap

in a constant state of strife

 cant tell if im wrong or right

I  think i just hate my life

I think theres no end in sight

I just wanna i to see the light

But everything is fucked up

Everything is shite

You know i aint gonna shut up

You know im  gonna fight

I know i might sound stuck up

How maybe just a leg up

You probably think my rhymes suck

Im just hoping for a bita luck

I know i aint the cream of the crop

I just hope life aint a set up

I hope life aint a cop

You kow im getting fed up

You know gotta keep the feds up

They be staring through my webcam

With their coffee cup

Watching me go ham

Looking shit i shouldnt up

You know what they say outta mind outta sight

But im so angry my visions going white

You knwo what they say about rows and ducks

I fucking wish i didnt give a fucking  fuck

I hope everything goes alright

I hope this doesnt suck

Someone got a light?

I wanna hurt my lungs

I know that cigs are shite

But Thats how i wanna end my night

I know that smoke aint it

But thats how ill end my life

When they push i pull

But when i need it they never help

Aint that a load of bull

Been a while since this is how the angers felt

Been Thinking of the belt clanking

That i could do nothing to stop

Been thinking of shanking

The woman i call my opp

Ive got a hankering

To make her stop

But i digress

I cant digest

The rage inside

But i do my best to hide

Breathing kinda works

Im trying to keep calm

My chest kinda hurts

And im trying not to vom

[ltwilliammowett]

My dear sir... I have been told you have a gift for poetry. Might I persuade you to regale us with your magnificent turn of phrase?

You want a sample of my expression? Dear Sir, I hardly think I can match your expectations. (Which is also due to the fact that I only write poems in - like here, because then they form a ryhme. In english it always sounds a bit stupid). But here are both versions

Die See sie nahm mich vort von dir- du liebste meiner seelen hier. Hinfort bin ich du bliebst zurück, meines herzens glück. Komm ich zurück zu dir, verspreche ich hoch und heilig hier. Meine liebste sollst du sein- mache dich zu meinem Weibelein.

The sea took me from you - you dearest of my souls here. Away I am, you stayed behind, my heart's happiness. When I come back to you, I promise here in all sincerity. You shall be my beloved, make you my lovely wife.

Sounds silly I know...

[killa-trav]

Hey, if you still want a translation I made a very rough one for you. Sorry about the english. It does sound a lot better in german (mostly because my translation skills are terrible). In German some parts ryhme, for example the last sentence.

Also I am not good with poems so I probably formatted it all wrong. Hopefully someone will make a better translation soon!

But until then:

I hope you can read everything :)

omg thank u sm!! this is truly amazing!!!