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 into fusion.

Grace never slumbers in hibernation,
Nor does the pulse of consecrated mercy sleep
Abiding in the orbit of the seasons
Harmonic vibrations...

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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 rustle their spritely replies,
as summer breeze leads their melodies,
so that breeze and leaves can improvise
a soft tempo that finds devotees.

Purple...

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frolicking with waves on a tranquil seashore…
                     saffron-hued  sapphire waves rolling away, 
           ...

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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 words, 
A cadence to my thoughts, 
Like the song of the birds, 
Music connects all dots, 

There's a flow to...

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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 people walk
and enjoy the precipice of the night.

While in New York autumn holds
symbolic meanings and stories to tell;
with a giant...

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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 my heart from everyone

I started to doze in placid tranquility
The sun's sultry breath laving my skin
Then I heard a splash...

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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 lights
Quickening beats, seeking release, shoving limbs
Resonant cries, hands grasping, wondrous sights 

Holding arms, stroking hands, loving sighs  
Caring bosom,...

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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 with cadence lyrical expression.
A harmonic flow of nuances the length
and breadth of Verse, in rime or else
cadence where emotions are...

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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 on her shoulder.

     In the silence of all, she moved her bow,
    ...

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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 my fingers tickled, she moaned a 
whimpering moan and I gently caress her 
backside

As I worked my way up her...

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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 clapboard slap of tide,
the clockwork shock of wave on rock,
the motion creation stirs within?

Originally published by The Lyric. Keywords/Tags: poetry,...

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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. 
Rhythm takes precedence, despite your leaning.
And forced rhymes jar:
him and dim
do not
rhyme!
Rules 
are made 
to askew
and be broken:
double dactyl*:- flib-ber-ti-gib-bet-ing
Defending...

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yellow bird is back to the tranquil meadow 
                    where my soul finds a true repose, 
         ...

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