Bad Poetry Makes Me Ugly
Bad poetry makes me ugly:
Look, each line, a cliche
Each blemish, a simile;
My smile grows more bitingly smug
With each overzealous superlative.
My raccoon eyes are ringed
By metaphorical self delusions,
Badly performing alliteration-
All improvisations of incompetence;
And then the clash of symbol, deranges all thought.
Choose only the wound that is in your heart
That you would earnestly enlarge upon,
Steadfastly ignoring all the others.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Poetry Is
Poetry is when she wakes up with a smile on her angel face and says thank you for watching over my breathe all night, its when I hold her and she says I miss missing you even when I’m right there next to her.
Her EYES are the mother of poetry, one of a kind, her SMILE is the goddess of poetry, rare and beautiful, her VOICE is the heaven of poetry, so sweet and gentle.
When she loves me she does so with all the poetry she has inside her, , , everything about her is poetry, her poetry speaks to me without saying anything, it touches me without holding me, it makes me feel even without her near me
SHE IS POETRY IN MY SOUL, IN MY MIND, IN MY HEART.
poem by Tendai Maturure
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Word Are Cats...Purring, Hissing
Writing is dangerous...for words follow commands....
If they choose.
Cat Words, scratching claws sharp, with meaning,
Or jibberish, or half-written, haltingly.
And the Cat arches metaphors
And the Cat purrs simile
And the cat eats alliteration...
If the Cat isn't sleeping, dreaming
Style as scurrying mice...caught, shredded,
Eaten.
Words vary in color, breed, longevity, softness...
And when Cat Words pet us with enough years...
They lie curled by our fireplace
Of Life,
Watching for our last line...
Disappearing with us
Onto the pages
Of Eternity.
poem by by unknown author
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The Prophet And The Poet: Parallelism In Biblical Poetry
Is one-third
of Biblical Old Testament
written in poetry?
Entire books Job Psalms Proverbs
the Song of Solomon Lamentations
except for short prose sections.
Large portions of Isaiah Jeremiah
the writings of Minor Prophets
adhere to poetic form and content.
Observe three main divisions
of an inspired Old Testament
the Law the Prophets the Writings
all contain prized poetry
in exultant larger amounts.
Why did God choose poetry?
Why do seven Old Testament books
Leviticus Ruth Ezra Nehemiah
Esther Haggai Malachi lack poetic lines?
Poetic elements
commonly found
in contemporary
poetry alliteration
assonance rhyme; are rare
in Hebrew Biblical poetry.
God promoted
an essential formal
characteristic
parallelism
the content
of one line
is repeated
contrasted
or advanced
by the content
of the next line
in sense rhythm
characterized
by thought
arrangement
not word
arrangement
or rhyme.
The three main types
of parallelism
in biblical poetry
are synonymous
antithetic
and synthetic.
What mysteries
are in each hidden
what secrets cloaked?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I'd Love To Write A Love Poem For You
I'd love to write a poem for you
Want to make it good
I want it to be romantic
As you might think it should
You're a vision in my head
And I can't believe you're real
You attend the U of Sexuality
And got straight A's in sex appeal
You're as metaphorical as a simile.
And poetic like a rhyme.
I'd like to write a poem for you
Got some better ways to spend my time.
Like to hug you or to kiss you
or to give you a ride
To take you out to dinner
or to please you from inside.
Id like to write a poem for you
but I'd rather not instead
I love to drive you all around
While you are giving head.
I love to please you with my fingers
I love to make you scream
I love to write you poetry
Love to see you when I dream.
I'd like to write a poem for you
a love poem, there's no doubt
I like when there is no one home
And you're free to moan and shout
I like it when you call me names
And even when you're sad
Its me you trust to make you smile
And that just makes me glad
I think you're great I think you're hot
I think you think the same
I think its not a lie to say
We'd win, if love's a game.
I'd love to be near you all the time
but that simply ain't the case,
Can't believe it's been 3 weeks
Since I saw that pretty face
I'd love to have you by my side
As I lay on this bed
I shall have to settle for,
Your image in my head
I can't wait to hold you or
to kiss you with my mouth
My life is tops when with you
And without you headed south.
I'd love to write you a love poem
but I'm afraid it seems like jokes
I know you don't like cholesterol
So for your eggs I'll cut out the yokes
When you and I embrace again
I'll hold you oh so tight,
I'll kiss your every skin cell
I'm gonna love you right
I love it when you use your mouth
Especially when I'm baked
I love to look at your body
Especially when its nake'd
I want you so so badly
I miss you so so much
I want you as my lifeline
I need you as my crutch
I'd love to write you a poem
but I'm scared I'd never stop
So I'll just keep on writing
Until my eyelids drop
And then when I arise
I'll probably write some more
And I'll just keep on writing
Until your at my door.
I'm not sure you'll get to this line,
As this poem is f***in' long
So you don't have to read it,
but I'm picturing you in a thong
It looks so very sexy
As on you all things do,
I really want you here with me
I really love you, too.
poem by Les Wordsmore
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Know Holds Bard
To fix a headlock on a
metaphor, or
clamp a full nelson on a
simile, body slam a weak
double-entendre &
choke the life out of a
forced rhyme. To get a toe hold on a
trochee, apply an
armlock that brings a
cliche to its knees, dropp an elbow on
trite alliteration, or
execute a powerbomb as easily as
coining a phrase. To lay the smackdown on
doggerel, and fling a
timeworn platitude from the ring, bridge
out of a writer's
block, pin
down
that cringing flowery sentiment &
celebrate that
seamless rhyme as the
referee slaps the
mat with that triplet coda &
calls for the bell
fresh and sharp as a sapling sprouting new
looming over your flattened foe
as the oak stands awesome and true.
Poetry and wrestling, each an art
not easily mastered,
like shaping a schooner from fresh-cut wood
or a god from alabaster.
poem by Cretan Maineiac
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Clichés I Have Loved
‘My life has been one long…
cliché! …’ she sobbed.
He put his sunburned
muscular forearm flecked
with golden hairs
around her shaking shoulders.
She lifted her tear-brimmed,
reddening eyes to meet
his steady gaze.
‘Oh my darling..’
she breathed.
And they fell into
a passionate
cliché..
I’ve said it before and
I’ll say it again.
One man’s cliché is
another woman’s love-byte.
John Ciardi said,
The craft of poetry
is not easy.
It is better than easy.
It is joyously difficult.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Cat and my Hat
I have this little Bengal
Who is a kind of Angel
He watches me all Day
Makes sure I don't go Astray
But my Little Cat
Is in Love with, my Raccoon Hat?
They sit together all day Long
As if nothing could go Wrong
They love each other So
If only the Cat would Know
That the raccoon Hat
Is not, 'another Cat'!
poem by David Darbyshire
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Alliteration
Alliteration, nail, train, tone, on, are, era, ear, no, tail;
Cradit for offer!
In the land of your muse;
But, i need the way to a peaceful home.
Alliteration, Ali, all, alien, eat, ate, tea, one, ton, not, tear!
But, down with my sinking boat;
All in the name of the hatred around me.
Alliteration, rat, rate, ion, , neat, tar, art, rain, near, ill, tale;
Vicious, precious, righteous, spontaneous! !
All in the name of your love in this town,
But, my way will always lead to a pleaceful heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Poetry Is
poetry is what the soul wants
poetry is infinite sound that taunts
poetry is strength of ones spirit
poetry is the powerful truth within it
poetry is love and hate
poetry is what makes you stop wait and appreciate
poetry is something you should die for
poetry is what makes you dropp to the floor
poetry is put up randomly
poetry is, well, simply poetry
poem by Daniel Romero
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Poetry of Art or Art of Poetry?
Which came first-poetry or art?
Which of these two is my favorite part?
Poetry speaks to the heart and soul
Through vocalization of written word,
While art molds and shapes formation
Of heart and soul once the poetic art
Of words moves to the shape the heart
Feels inspires visualization and creation
Of such dramatic, deep impact as art
Makes responsive to the poetry that
Inspires it.
Does poetry not speak of art and
Art of poetry?
Each of these takes the form
Of a smiling simile.
Art is the extension of visual beauty,
Words unspoken
As extensively connected as the
Heartfelt extension indepth beauty
Stimulates out of spoken words
Poetry admires and inspires
Deep down in the soul.
Art reflects poetic expression
Poetry visualizes mentally
While are visualizes physically-
Both of which visualize emotionally
When mutually expressed and impressed
Upon each other to create the beauty
That first created it.
poem by Bill Darrah
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Songs Of Poetry
Poetry is the wave
drenching the sea-shore!
Sea-gull hovering overhead!
Poetry is lilack
Poetry is lily
Poetry is rose
Poetry is cherry!
Poetry tears down the cheek
liquidated in joy!
liquidated in grief!
Poetry consoles the soul!
As glass of sherry!
Poetry draws the out-line
....the cosmos forms!
Poetry paints the blue
....the sky performs!
Poetry waves the desire
...love sings along!
Poetry paves the way
....makes us strong!
Poetry dreams and cry
....erases wrong!
poem by Suvra Bhattacharya
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My Two Loves
My passion is shared by my poetry and by you
And for each, it's growing ever stronger
That I'm in love with you both is undeniably true
And I'll love you forever, and even longer
With my poetry you'll never have to compete
Or ever have a reason to be jealous
My poetry is inspired by your love so sweet
But sometimes I get a bit overzealous
You and I share a love as a woman and a man
Satisfying each other's deepest desires
You make me feel like poetry never can
Our love ignites passion's fires
But the way I feel when a poem's taking shape
Is like nothing I've ever felt before
My creativity at last, has found an escape
Cascading over me like waves on the shore
Of my two loves, you are first in my heart
and I promise you always will be
Because of you, my poetry got it's start
Now you both are the best part of me
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Bleeding Rose
her beauty flourished watching her grow
but time has taken it’s toll
dead silence grows for the bleeding rose
yet a piece of her is left in my soul
a symbol of love that I should know
bleeding rose is just a blur
for the bleeding rose, dead silence grows
left in my soul is a piece of her
symbol of love where petals aglow
so time has passed as a blink
dead silence grows for the bleeding rose
gone is the rose as it makes me think
the sight of the rose breeds thoughts of you
knowing your soul is now dead
for the bleeding rose, dead silence grows
now you're gone as the rose was once red
Author notes:
ZaniLa Rhyme
The ZaniLa Rhyme, a form created by Laura Lamarca, consists 4 lines per stanza. The rhyme scheme for this form is abcb and a syllable count of 9/7/9/9 per stanza. Line 3 contains internal rhyme and is repeated in each odd numbered stanza. Even stanzas contain the same line but swapped. The ZaniLa Rhyme has a minimum of 3 stanzas and no maximum poem length.
poem by Amera Andersen
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What Does Poetry Mean To Me
What does poetry mean to me
What do I get from a poem
Good poetry is a rhapsody
That makes my spirit roam
What does poetry mean to me
What do I get from an ode
Good poetry is the world to me
It is the mother lode
What does poetry mean to me
What do I get from a verse
Good poetry makes my soul soar free
And lifts the darkest curse
What does poetry mean to me
A sorry sonofabitch
Good poetry grabs me by the balls
And makes my life seem rich
What does poetry mean to me
An ageing U3Aer
Good poetry takes me back to youth
To when I was a player
What does poetry mean to me
A frustrated would-be bard
Good poetry trips not off my pen
It’s far too blooming hard
Poetry On The Chin
You gouged my mind's eye,
Tantalised all inner thought,
Shocked from unknown angles;
Sold me, told me cold,
Unfolded, moulded;
Shouldered any harbouring
Of empty morals.
You spun me round; undressed -
Pestered me with background riddle -
Piffle came to gleaning meaning.
And you stripped out prejudice - for none
Must exist in poetry,
Lest you close up an open mind
And f**k up as reader;
Lest your heart is not a bleeder -
It has to be - let it flush out
Upon your sleeve.
You lay apart my thinking brain
And let in the literary pickings of a
Great poetic phallus.
Yes, poetry can be callous.
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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You are my poetry
You are my poetry
You are the beautiful words
Written by my pen
You are my inspiration
You inspire words of happiness
You inspire a smile upon my face
A smile that is able to create
A whole new world of poetry
Poetry of just you and me
You are my poetry
I join you within the words
Within something that makes everything happy
Within something that makes me happy
poem by Rebecca Rowback
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Love's Paradox
Once I smiled when I saw you, when I saw you smile I was glad,
And the joy of my heart was as foam that the sea-wind shakes from the sea;
But the smile of your eyes grows strange, and the smile that my lips have had
Trembles back to my heart, and my heart trembles in me.
Once you laughed when you met me, when you met me your voice was gay
As the voice of a bird in the dawn of the day on a sunshiny tree;
But the sound of your voice grows strange, and the words that you do not say
Thrill from your heart to mine, and my heart trembles in me.
poem by Arthur Symons
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What is METAPHOR, anyway?
Quiet down, class
Mick wants to lecture you
about one of his pet subjects
METAPHOR
in poetry and verse
What's an analogy?
Is it a comparison? Of how many things?
How are they alike?
Synonyms - image, symbol, trope, figure
of speech, simile, allegory, correlation,
likeness, personification
You know these things?
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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The Unknown Boy
January 7th,2008 12: 00am-12: 45am
By: Michelle Peck
Your personality shines bright,
Like sitting in pure light.
When you smile,
It brings joy to my ears,
And makes my eyes go clear.
When I see your eyes,
It makes me cry because they are not mine.
I watch you play your sports,
And I see all kinds of sorts,
Or wonderful things I love.
Football season comes,
And I see you less and less,
My heart breaks in two,
Because of you.
Basketball season comes around,
And I might see you on the ground.
I see you more and more,
Because I see you in the mornings,
And at your games.
My heart isn’t broken,
Because I see you smoking,
The other team.
After you’re done I say,
“Good job” and keep wishing you were mine.
The way you choose your friends,
Makes my smile bend.
Without you,
I couldn’t write this poem to tell you,
How I feel about you.
poem by Michelle Peck
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Between A Party And Poetry
if made to choose
between a party and my poetry
i choose poetry
i choose silence rather than noise
i choose words rather than people
above all
i choose myself rather than
those goddems
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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