#rhyming poems

[jacksons-poetry]

Sparrows > Pigeons.

No matter if I am loud,

My voice is spoken over by the crowd.

Until the crowd is filled by people like me

I do not believe I will ever be free

For freedom is a thing of birds, 

Flying high, singing words 

that people hear, praise and rise

to protect the creatures of the skies.

If I am a bird I must be a pigeon,

because no matter how loud I sing no one will listen,

Ignoring my attempts speak

They stare at me as if I reek.

Once, pigeons were bred to be our friends,

now they are despised until they meet their end.

In cities, crowds of pigeons are only fed

by the kindest of hearts that understand.

Instead people prefer the songs of sparrows,

Aggressive, invasive yet loved like a sparrow,

For the people prefer the prettier songs

No matter what the singer has done wrong.

Crowds of sparrows are enjoyed, 

No one ever seems to be annoyed

by the songs of the birds they prefer,

the lesser voices will never be heard.

And so now the sparrows swallow

Every single pigeons’ sorrow,

Even if you can fly

It wont stop the need to cry.

For freedom is a thing of birds,

Flying high, singing words 

that people hear and ignore,

I wish people liked pigeons more.

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[dj1981]

I wrote this poem about how it was love at first sight when I met my wife almost 20 years ago. We have been married almost 18 years now. We have been through a lot together, but our love remains even after all those years! Here is my poem, Enjoy!

Title: Eternal Love's First Glimpse

In a world where time stood still, Where destiny wove its tender will, I gazed upon a wondrous sight, A vision bathed in golden light. Her eyes, like sapphire pools, so deep, Drew me in, made my heart skip a beat. Blonde locks cascaded, a radiant crown, Her beauty surpassed all I had known. She possessed a figure, heavenly blessed, Curves that enticed, left me breathless. And oh, that smile, a celestial ray, Melting doubts, chasing shadows away. A flirtatious charm danced in her gaze, A playful spirit set my heart ablaze. Her Giggles and laughter filled the air, Her energy infectious, beyond compare. She was a goddess, my heart's decree,In her presence, I felt joyfully free. Every facet, every glimpse, perfection defined, A love so immense, it transcended time. If I could relive those early days, A single day, in love's sweet haze, I'd seize the chance with a beating heart, To bask in love's glow from the very start. For even after the first date's embrace, It felt like we'd known each other for days. Amidst skepticism, doubts others had sown, We proved them wrong, our love had grown. Differences whispered by naysayers' tongues, But love's power silenced their misguided runs. Nearly eighteen years of marriage, hand in hand we've walked, Together, forging a bond that can't be blocked. From that very first moment, I knew it was true, A love that would last, forever me and you. Through highs and lows, trials that came our way, Our love endured, growing stronger each day. So let them marvel at our enduring flame, As we dance through life, united in name. For love's first glimpse, a gift divine, A lifetime of devotion, yours and mine.

#Love #Love Poems #Love At First Sight #Poems #Poetry #Romance Poems #Rhyming Poems #Romance

[kairos-thehumanpoet]

("Are You The Devil?")

"are you the devil?"

i am more

of a puppet,

posessed and on strings,

made of drugs and addiction,

and so many nice things.

he takes over when

i feel at my lowest,

makes me do bad things

when i know that i shouldn't.

so listen, kiddies, when parents say

"don't do that!"

"you'll struggle you're whole life

if you go down that path!"

~kairos 💛

#poetry #poem #tumblr poetry #poems #original poetry #original poem #writing #prose #kairos #love #kairos the human poet #addiction #alcohol #rhyme #rhyming poems #sober #sobriety #original content #original poet #original poets on tumblr #creative writing #short poems #long poems #change the world #be the change #alcohlism #you can do it #i tried rhyming #hope its okay! #i like the offbeat stuff anyway

[dreamscrape-navigator]

the instant eternity of sleep

in the rough palm

of a small hand

and young, resentful eyes

.

in the dead calm

of the cold sand

lies heaven in the light

.

when the world breathes

open and teeth

tear the sun till it bleeds

.

when the sea drowns

and the sky bows

till the stars touch the ground

.

bury me in

quiet earth so

that I may wake again

#poetry #poems #poem #non rhyming poems #rhyming poems #bad poetry #eh #creative writing

[buglarvainspector]

Last lessons of the dance instructor

1.

Head up, dears, the art is finding

art for art's sake 'mid the binding

tempo, tempo, all unwinding,

while you dance. Revolt, and fly.

Capture movement, Earth has tied you

to itself. Head up! Decide you

will not heed tunes that misguide you.

Let your motions tell you why.

Earth desires you. Find the sky.

2.

Back straight, now. Be queenly, kingly.

Though strength may be weakening we

cannot break, for menacingly

time devours you, if you yield.

Find the tempo, tempo folding,

pleasure those who are beholding.

Gravity is always scolding,

beauty, then, must be your shield -

center stage, your battlefield.

3.

Eyes inward - disregard the staring,

longing eyes, the soft despairing.

It is discipline's red herring,

ammunition made of pride.

Tempo, tempo, mem'ry beats it -

only giving in defeats it.

Lessons fade, but life repeats it:

find the music trapped inside.

Dance to love, to fly, to hide.

©2013 Sara Taylor

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[comradekatara]

2 kinds of grad students (both massive nerds)

#id in alt text #avatar the last airbender #atla #sokka #zuko #zukka #<- seems like i may as well tag it. considering #sokkaxzuko #(secretly this is sokkaxsuki tho. just look at sokka’s hoodie) #modern au #art #mart #if you’re wondering why there’s only one pile of graded papers it’s because sokka saved that paper for last #bc the handwriting was so illegible #(and zuko is responding even tho sokka isn’t talking abt his work bc he’s touchy. bc he knows he isn’t ocean vuong) #also before anyone’s like ‘shouldn’t sokka be the one writing poetry?’ YES sokka also writes poetry but it’s like. #silly little rhyming poems #he would never do an mfa art is a hobby to him and he thinks getting a degree in it is a waste of time #but he doesn’t tell this to zuko bc zuko wasted so much time suffering in undergrad trying to pursue a ‘respectable’ degree #so sokka’s just like ‘okay. well he deserves this’

[yesterdaysprint]

The Daily Worker, New York, May 4, 1927

#1920s #roaring 20s #jazz age #history #rhyme #poem #poverty

[panthermouthh]

And I said, “Hello, Satan

I believe it’s time to go.”

#my art #southern gothic #been too depressed to create anything but I’ve made this today #the little rhyme has been in my head for a few weeks #spilled ink #I guess do people still use that tag for poetry or am I old lol #I’ve been writing in my journal pretty much daily and sometimes spitting out little poems like this #not much energy for art #so I’m not gonna pressure myself to keep it up #I’m just gonna enjoy the fact that I made this #I hope ur all well <33 #the devil #by the way this isn’t meant to be fan art of Robert Johnson #but it’s inspired by him and the stories of musicians who sell their souls to the devil #I am still thinking very hard and have mostly drafted a cornstalk fiddle comic #god knows how long it’ll stay in a notebook haha #my comic #comics

[nzcronerd]

disco elysium / l'internationale, eugene pottier / history, antonio gramsci / sacred and terrible air, robert kurvitz / revolution, vladimir mayakovsky / words of a rebel, peter kropotkin

#web weaving #disco elysium #sacred and terrible air #püha ja õudne lõhn #pjõl #vladimir mayakovsky #i translated this part of mayakovsky's poem myself. couldn't find a translation #tried to be close to the original but also wanted to make it rhyme at least a bit

[definegodliness]

I lied

You are not The first thought Of my every day; It's usually something like, "No", In all honesty, I'd have to say. But if you'd read my mind On a Sunday morning When the world can start Whenever I want it to begin, You'll find There are entire worlds erected By your love, and in Your name.

--- 2-1-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

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[niftukkun]

unguided hand, what is your crown?

individual images under the cut! ^_^

meteor, mars the sea, our world, the space between stars ticking time and the tool to cut it short a victor stands, beheld by the court

#gamble the queue #art #my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #fan art #fanart #drawing #inthelittlewood #itlwart #inthelittlewood fanart #traffic life series #limited life smp #martyn inthelittlewood #limlife #tw flashing images #gif #dear fucking augh am i never gonna fucking make a gif again this was such a headache. worth it. but a headache #also funny thing when writing the poem i went hm what rhymes with short and my brain immediately went ah yes. hort

[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.

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[hacked-wtsdz]

Modern poetry often doesn’t seem like poetry to me. If you take away the structure and write it down into a normal one-paragraph text, it takes nothing away from the poem. The author could have said it in prose better than in poetry, even. And I know that poetry is a very subjective art, with its edges blurred, with many styles and ways to express oneself. You have haikus and different kinds of rhyming poetry and blank verse. But I’ve seen many poems, and blank verse isn’t the same as putting prose in poetry format.

To me, poetry is allegory. Poetry is symbolism. Poetry is metaphor. Poetry is the ‘wine-dark sea’. You read Whitman or Margaret Atwood or Richard Siken or Mary Oliver or Anna Akhmatova, and you know that if the structure is taken away, you are left with something nearly nonsensical. You think that you’re reading, when in reality you’re looking at a painting and listening to a symphony and watching geese fly to the south.

You read Nikita Gill and think ‘yes, I agree. I agree but I don’t feel anything. You could’ve written for journals, and your talent wouldn’t have gone to waste’.

Not to upset any Nikita Gill fans but i am tired of calling something that only looks like poetry to me poetry.

#poetry #poems #modern poetry #Margaret Atwood #anna akhmatova #richard siken #walt whitman #mary oliver #contemporary poetry #also as someone raised on Russian poetry #which almost always rhymes and is always filled with metaphors and allegories and symbols #it’s hard to find things that would live up to this sort of artistry #russian poetry

[danskjavlarna]

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My modest collection of vintage poets and poetry.

#letters #nursery rhyme #poem #1850s #anthropomorphism #vintage illustration #illustration

[xovera-toz]

"Nothing to bury"

#yes it is about lanternbearer!wirt #otgw #wirt #lanternbearer!wirt #poem #if you squint it rhymes #over the garden wall #the beast #my inspiration: I finally played the “prelude” on clarinet

[fatuismooches]

dottore brainrot hit me right in the middle of my poetry class so I'm making it everyone else's problem

dottore with a poet s/o. he's a logical man, he doesn't go into the arts, let alone decipher and examine them. would challenge dottore to decipher their poems. he's STRUGGLING bc how was he supposed to know that "the running water loves the land that hugs it" was meant to represent his hugs?? sometimes the segments can hear him muttering to himself and reading the poem aloud over and over again. but when he figures it out?? he melts(internally) bc it's just so sweet. 100% would support his partner's art

OH YM GOSHHH I FREAKING LOVE THIS. As someone who always adored writing but sucked at poetry like THIS IS SO CUTE BDWQHDWJ ILY FOR THIS ANON (Nah fr though... Dottore probably handed all the literature homework over to you to do for him in the Akademiya because he couldn't be bothered or interested enough in stuff like that 😭)

But even all these years later he still claims to be able to understand it if he tried (lies) so you decide to whip up your own poem to put him to the test. He easily accepts the challenge with his usual confident grin because how hard could it possibly be? He deals in complicated ancient texts relating to science, math, and all these other matters. Surely he can figure out a poem. (He turns out to be wrong. So so wrong.) For such a smart man he couldn't seem to interpret the hidden feelings, or the metaphors and poetic devices used in these poems or writings as quickly as he thought he would. He's POURING over every word, every punctuation mark, stanzas, line breaks, everything trying to understand what's going on. There are literally whole notes, underlining, circling, and more scribbled around the poem. And you thought you made it pretty easy too... of course your poem would be about your love for him!

Despite how much it looks like he's suffering trying to understand what's going on, it's enjoyable to Dottore. Like a stress relief. He knows he's not the easiest person to be around so he wants to understand you and your hobbies too... although he isn't adept at them at all. After a dozen pages of brainstorming he finally reaches a conclusion and he just gets so excited and cocky, like how he does when he finally makes a breakthrough in his research. Dottore will come up to you with his confident smirk again and tell you in plain words what exactly you want. Acting as if you didn't make his brain short-circuit a few times.

"The running water loves the land that hugs it" was meant to represent his hugs??" IS SO SO CUTE IM EVAPORATINGGG AHHH

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #funny enough ive been writing poems lately for class as well 😭 #my favorite kinds are ones that rhyme🚶‍♀️ #the segments want some poems too :(