Slant Rhyme Poems - Poems about Slant Rhyme

...Spoken warriors, with rhythm words as their sound swords/ A poetry slam where words and body language put the audience in a sweaty heap/ the spectrum of a creative sound off between spoken word poe......

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... An absolute fantasy, a cure for reality; Mahogany and ebony; It seems to go on endlessly, a pirouette through eternity; Mahogany and ebony, the slant rhyme of each other’s poetry; Blood......

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... Divine counsel marked by wise comment Came from our Mom with love’s caring depth Along cautions to which we obliged. “First, do your best in every task’s breadth Always enjoy chores m......

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...Don't even think about the title. Just wait a while. Be yourself. Look in the mirror. Universes are flooding through your eyes, Back-and-forth. It's a pleasure to be read at all. Would you r......

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...Tale of Supply and Demand Some sloppy light has fallen down, Where checkered mice drive kittens mad, And all the cheese is owned by dogs Who ride all night on giant slugs. Into this ......

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... White Sand and Temporary Oblivion For an aching moment I faced dazzling Gypsum and glass as splinters Of sunlight pierced the air Bouncing bright off the landscape at Alamogordo ---fat......

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...I bathe myself in the madness of rhyme I save myself for the insanity of time Whether it's internal rhyme or slant rhyme I hope you'll find that I'll never mind Because my verse is defined by my ......

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...All dressed in green, the rose bush beams like a child's blushing cheeks and pursed lips; these debutants jilted by bees forever wanting to be kissed. A carpet of phlox giggles like a young lady ......

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...(A Slant-rhyme Sonnet) As autumn treads across our piebald patch, she drops her frost to shelter, soft as wool, but brilliant blossoms curl in moonlight watch and shrink beneath the snap of hoar......

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...Soon all things will owe themselves to progress and nature will neither wane nor wax accosted by bulbs and cog-laden streams. Children in god-awful Christmas jumpers gather around the May-pole to wat......

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...THE DEEP OCEAN OF THE MIND The warm pebbles touch my foot, my sole, In the turbulent shallows of tide and wave. My waking self feels the moon and sun pull. And hidden in shells are beauteous......

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...The inn had gone to waste: I’d sold it off in haste. Awaking in the gloom, as orbs lit up the room, I recognised the ghost of Jonson, the old host. I said, ‘I thought you’d come’ - and poured myse......

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