Rhymes Poems
82. Off The Walls
by Kea Campbell
Can you wait, or is it time to lash out from hate?
They manipulate and degrade your brain until the cancer takes over and mental illness starts to control you and rash emotions disown your logic until there's no more room for the kind side of you.
But you fight back until the flashbacks cut loose to past relapses and on my arms I read maps and I'm retracing old paths because I've seen these patterns before and now they're reborn just to let me tour for four years what it's like to restore my core only to find out that that time was pre-war to this year's deplore.
I'm hurdling redundancy and ducking self-destruction like Temple Run running from peers but the light flickers dim like a BIC and every time I look back and to the front I consider reversing the roles to play the hunter.
Oops, I meant haunter because it's the little things that make or break your sane until the only options are "It's fine, I'm okay" or planning the date you pave your fate to the grave.
Watch out for Lady Karma when you start dumping your drama like trauma from childhood but that's no excuse for the Hell you put me through because if you're consuming my lyrical bis with reiteration permits you're old enough to quit playing victim and narcissist and egoist;
Well shoot, here's a list: self-proclaimed Jesus' kid, two faced, evil, villain, r(e)aper (of joy), dishonest, fake friend who's in it to win it but 'it' is a Hell ticket, one-way, so enjoy the adult beverages and good luck with the glass of flames.
......
Swim East
by Breanna Womble
west stars
corner bars
streets i went walking dark
with parallel peril
parked chevrolet
and dodge charger cars
we are the first to awaken
and since the crumble
the battleship
......
A Nursery Rhyme For Advent
by Joseph Ogbonna
Joyous angels an entire night spent,
singing with flutes they ceased to relent.
Shepherds lowly pitch their dusty tent.
A story indeed reminiscent
of ageless advents when we all went
to sing in churches in wintry Kent.
In fright we gazed at Santa's beard length,
in a speed sleigh drawn by the Elks' strength.
We sought more fun for an extra cent.
But after pleasure we did repent,
......
Um... it doesn't rhyme
by Bogdan Dragos
Um... it doesn't rhyme,
she said
I looked at her
You kidding?
And then she shook her head
No, look, this poem
really has no rhymes
at all
......
Year at a glance
by Sonali Goel
January brings the time to cheer,
And welcome the sparkling new year.
February marks the downfall of cold,
Rivers gives the shine of gold.
March as the month of colours,
Soothing sun with scent of flowers.
April with its bright sunshine ,
......
82. Off The Walls
by Kea Campbell
Can you wait, or is it time to lash out from hate?
They manipulate and degrade your brain until the cancer takes over and mental illness starts to control you and rash emotions disown your logic until there's no more room for the kind side of you.
But you fight back until the flashbacks cut loose to past relapses and on my arms I read maps and I'm retracing old paths because I've seen these patterns before and now they're reborn just to let me tour for four years what it's like to restore my core only to find out that that time was pre-war to this year's deplore.
I'm hurdling redundancy and ducking self-destruction like Temple Run running from peers but the light flickers dim like a BIC and every time I look back and to the front I consider reversing the roles to play the hunter.
Oops, I meant haunter because it's the little things that make or break your sane until the only options are "It's fine, I'm okay" or planning the date you pave your fate to the grave.
Watch out for Lady Karma when you start dumping your drama like trauma from childhood but that's no excuse for the Hell you put me through because if you're consuming my lyrical bis with reiteration permits you're old enough to quit playing victim and narcissist and egoist;
Well shoot, here's a list: self-proclaimed Jesus' kid, two faced, evil, villain, r(e)aper (of joy), dishonest, fake friend who's in it to win it but 'it' is a Hell ticket, one-way, so enjoy the adult beverages and good luck with the glass of flames.
......
Swim East
by Breanna Womble
west stars
corner bars
streets i went walking dark
with parallel peril
parked chevrolet
and dodge charger cars
we are the first to awaken
and since the crumble
the battleship
......
A Nursery Rhyme For Advent
by Joseph Ogbonna
Joyous angels an entire night spent,
singing with flutes they ceased to relent.
Shepherds lowly pitch their dusty tent.
A story indeed reminiscent
of ageless advents when we all went
to sing in churches in wintry Kent.
In fright we gazed at Santa's beard length,
in a speed sleigh drawn by the Elks' strength.
We sought more fun for an extra cent.
But after pleasure we did repent,
......
Corruption
by Abhinandan Sharma
Some take bottles
Some take cash
Some take openly
Some take shyly
Under the table
Creepy smile
For them bribe
Is like new bride
Everyone blame
......
Um... it doesn't rhyme
by Bogdan Dragos
Um... it doesn't rhyme,
she said
I looked at her
You kidding?
And then she shook her head
No, look, this poem
really has no rhymes
at all
......
