Best Cadence Poems

Cadence

Nature dances in the cadence of grace
In hypnotic snows descending
Or raindrops steady patter
In symphonies of metered tides
That match the rhythmic heartbeat
Drawing spindrift of the heart...

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Wish in one hand and crap in the otherrrrr,
       pick which one you would give to your brotherrrrr....

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A lovely cadence fills sounds of earth
as meadows waken with songs of birds.
Music that sweetens pleasures and worth
beat of each song--notes instead of words.

The trees...

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frolicking with waves on a tranquil seashore…
                  ...

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"the faint melody of her heart, whispers the soft cadence of her soul."      ~ Kristy Waltan


There's a rhythm to my...

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Cold spells get to a slow start this year,
with this month's full moon -
known as the Beaver moon.
It makes me think though;
of my homeland where...

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Morning found me on a river bank
basking in the warmth of the sun
I thought of myself as a turtle,  
believing my shell was armor
shielding...

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'Soldier's Cadence'

A father's pride, a mother's delight, life progresses  
Elastic hugs, warming comfort, floating dark.
Dreamy days, muted sounds, soft caresses.

Pushing throbbing, urgent contracting, curious...

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IN RIME OR ELSE IN CADENCE
The musical rhythm of vers libre
a sequence of concepts and propositions,
a record of impressions clothed in beauty.
Instinct over thought,independent of
form,prose...

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The audience fell into a hush,
The violist stood still near her maestro.
She poised her bow as she had placed 
Her violin beneath her chin was...

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I gently massaged her shoulders moving surely
up and down the nape of her neck
she flinched, as my hands moved passionately
down to her lower back
and as...

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Young Mohawk women
At the river’s edge, 
Gently washing
The Warrior’s clothes
Beating skin hides
Against the smooth rocks,
At the river’s edge 
In cadence beneath
The ancient sun...

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Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the...

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Rhyme
is not
the be-all
and the end-all –
the cadence supersedes, mellifluous.
Counting syllables, as superfluous
as the vowels
contained in
the word
queue.
Sounds
in chants
we danced to
before writing –
morae have primacy over meaning....

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yellow bird is back to the tranquil meadow 
                ...

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