Rhyme Time Poems

Quote By Poet: "I like to bring my imagination out in writing so you can bring your imagination out in reading."

Books call my name,
the bookstores...

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How do you start over
 consumed by the end
Beginnings aborted 
as judgment portends
Desperately hiding 
alone and distraught 
For all of those presents
 time wasted —...

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Note from poetess: I wrote this poem remembering the first time I heard Hughes' song, "This Time Around." I was dating a man who joined...

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With a whisper it speaks

With a clatter it chimes

From the days to the weeks from the lows to the peaks

It's the sign of the times

All...

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In the dim-lit alley of the soul's bazaar,
Were jazz and jive spill from ajar,
We tap our feet, snap fingers, under stars,
And speak in verses, raw...

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Out of the past came a voice,
A voice that was hushed by time.
It said to me in a voiceless plea,
We are the ones that went...

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Oh, how cruel time can be!
Shattering hopes and killing beauty.
Slowly it steals moments, leaving everything bare
Time, a relentless force, beyond compare.

Here lies a victim of...

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If I had my time over again
I wouldn't eat that take out.
My stomach rumbled in the den
And diarrhea I had no doubt.
I ran quickly to...

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Music played at night
Up and down the streets of town
Stages stood vacant
No musicians could be found
Some thought they're echoes
From the parties of the past
And no...

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It jolts and shakes as it carroms around,
my joints seethe at the pressure exerted,
it rips upward until high off the ground,
I hear the excited cries...

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Continuum 
David J Walker

See it changing 
See it spinning
See it grieving 
See it living
See it dying 
See it flowing
See it flying
See it slowing
See it now
See...

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rain is sad
Friends will shout
we are mad

 
sun come out
Under the sky
do not doubt

 
do not cry
Now be glad
a big sigh...

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I took the short path,
as many do to get to the beach.
Loving the beach with it's white sand,
a great summertime place for all ages.
I could...

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Sitting here thinking 
about the past
regret for time mislaid 

What’s done is gone
all swans in song
— tomorrow’s yesterday

(The New Room: May, 2024) 
...

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Who can say when the last bell will chime
Only he knows when the end of time
Most the message won't heed
Some will gather what they need
While...

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