Roundel Poems | Roundel Examples

"It takes more than a band aid plaster to mend a broken heart". Quote by Poet I warned her not to steal my guy but sadly this was not the case. She's trouble and I won't deny I warned her! I found them naked at my place, I'm seething I'm not gonna lie - revenge is etched upon my face! "I'll kill you...

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“So fickle are Earth weather schemes; help Winter steal Springtime's new dreams.” ...

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Of all those memories that come around, each with boundless beauty or fond remorse, yours flood frenzied dreams with troubling abound of all those memories My mind, muddled, alters its centered course. Your voice echoes with its hypnotic sound as I fervently flail, seeking the source. With desperate hope, lost memories found, my senses stricken with electric force, I sharply slump into muted astound of...

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There is power in the tongue. Words can cause good things to happen or bad things to happen. People tell me that I am not going to make it in life. My failures came to life. Didn't want to believe they were right. I toss and turn each night. My failures are bonding me. Don't think I have the strength to win...

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Welcome, Summer by Geoffrey Chaucer loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft, since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather and driven away her long nights’ frosts. Saint Valentine, in the heavens aloft, the songbirds sing your praises together! Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft, since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather. We have good...

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When autumn comes harvest moon glows Leaves transform to crimson and gold and the chill now withers the rose When autumn comes Leaves have fallen, a chill takes hold As summer sleeps where leaves repose Flowers weep, they can't be consoled A witch rides by with cackling woes Pumpkins on display, soon to be...

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My bus finally pulled in late you were there as promised although I tried not to notice the blonde bimbo adjusting her skirt a cross between pat benatar and Melanie griffith puffing on a stale Marlboro cigarette while painting lipstick on her collagen strickened pink lips just like you to be charmed to give...

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SURREALITY How does one know if it’s surreal Cold logic sometimes plays its part Is it what’s known or what you feel When it’s a dimensional shift It’s more likely brain, not the heart With many images to steal Yet Moebius loops have no start As a supplicant, one should kneel In the presence of abstract art Whilst keeping on an even keel When it’s a...

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I AM POETRY Do not mistake me for rambling prose As I have structure, rhythm and rhyme Demonstrating how a poem flows My verse is me, it is what I am Achieving resonance is sublime Making the heart feel what the brain knows As if steps to the stars one can climb As the pulse of life finally slows Transported back to a different...

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Where moonbeams dance upon the ice on frosted lakes of arctic flow, a peaceful calm the night suffice where moonbeams dance. A tatted curtain veils the show of dappled blue white light precise dancing across the powdered snow. A scene so pure and simply nice that one cannot resist the show. My feet move freely on the bice where moonbeams dance....

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I'm filled with regret seeing you in tears please forgive me; I know you can't forget the way I've treated you over the years; I'm filled with regret. Pulling the strings of my marionette I convinced myself you spilled silly tears, and ignored the pain of my Juliet. Forever fuels frustration's fears, and I feel as bad as a man can get allowing my...

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I dream of a house, near the stream deep in forest, with deers and bees wavering through wildflower regime evening whispers a rustling breeze. with mystic clouds drowning moonbeams, in avenue of verdant trees- I dream of a house on a hill, a castle supreme, warm fireplace, lullaby appease till the coffin ends self esteem, I dream of a house....

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Out my window, just out of reach Where I can see but cannot go Wanting to learn from what will teach Out my window Through panes of glass no pain to show The other side so close to breach When it opens, one day I'll go Outside a forest, sky or beach Soon I can be there toe to toe Swap my...

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Anchors without rancour are rare today. They don’t just report rumors, they dissect some. Men like Brinkley and Huntley, anchors aweigh, anchors without rancour. They steer clear of party-lines with no humdrum. No newshawk floored CBS such a long stay as Walter Cronkite whose candor ranks as plumb. War correspondents, like Murrow kept at bay and cleared away critics like...

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Red moon rising scanning below Seeing all, keeping secrets close Nothing in the night it won't know Red moon rising In a haze just slightly morose To caws of a lone calling crow Clouds sweeping to briefly engross Hue in the sky of a fire show Giving lookers an eerie dose Wonders along with eyes to grow Red moon rising...

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