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Rhyming and poetry are two sides of similar coins.
most of us can make rhymes and we do. A Rhyme is nothing more than a shallow poem.
But making poetry is hard work. You must dig deep.
People are like that too. Some people rhyme, but they lack depth and their

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 4 of 539
The Summer Of Fifty NineIt was the summer I turned sixteen, we ran swiftly ahead of time,balanced on the edge of life, knowledge and innocence combined.Holding hands, our bare feet dangled in stock tanks full of living gold.,dragons hovered here before us in heated air, on water cold.How well, how well, I still remember, the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 194 of 1317
Murder in Texas A blood red sky, in mid July,a full, west Texas moon,the faraway bark of dogs in the dark,night has come too soon.Times are bad, no work to be had,it can drive a man to drink,it can light a flame inside your brainand kill the power to think.All it takes is the alcohol snake,to rob you of all reason,and a bloo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The Spirit: 37 of 158
Shadow Of The Crescent MoonSpinning out of control in the expanding vortexcommunication breaks down, direction is lostStrength flags, determination falters, resistance fails,Fatherless children attack social values.A flood of filth is poured out like a plague.The celebration of purity is universally discarded.The good have lo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Longing: 178 of 428
Since I have known thee. Since I have known thee,Thy hidden flaws have been laid bare.Thy ebon tresses much too soft,Thy milk white skin too fair.Since I have known thee,Thy dusky eyes twinkle and smile in mineand make me swoon.They cloud my head like wine. Since I have known thee,Thine every habit's come to light,Thy morning... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A fallen world: 88 of 178
Luciferian GambitDown from the North, the black smokes roll,announcing the death of the human soul.Death and destruction, his personal goal,hatred borne out in the glowing coal.The flame brings a smile to the Reaper's faceand a gleam to the fiery eye.Time and flame, he must outrace,that he may watch the vanquished die.The hou... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 269 of 426
I am what I am, that's all I can be. I won't be for you, what I can't be for me. I won't try to con you, like I did in my youth, or tell you a lie, because you don't like the truth. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing love: 204 of 287
The LonelinessI wake up in the early dawn, my eyelids full of sand,and for a moment, in the darkness can't remember where I am.I leave the warmth beside me, without turning on the light,she's not you so I don't want to know who's sleeping by my side.I tell myself I don't recall, the way they come and go,but to tell the truth... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Facing death: 164 of 214
He merely sat and looked at his hands. They had been useful to him on many occasions. They had carried M1's, M14's, M16's, they had thrown rocks, baseballs, and hand grenades. They had carried His New Born Daughter from the delivery room, they had carried coffins and folded flags. He had used them to build machinery and house... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Independence Day: 28 of 35
I grant we are not England or Spain nor even France.We have never raised a false facade nor donned the fancy pants.We are not limned by artist known for greatness, none renownedhave ever painted liberty but in somber, robes be-gowned.Nay, we have no renaissance art behind, at which to gaze.Our cathedrals are much younger, th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a friend: 168 of 200
Death in JerusalemAlice ran to me and grasped my arm and there she placed a token fair.A silken scarf, soft scented with, the perfumes of her golden hair.And Oh, Her eyes, how solemn and her voice, how timid and small,And Oh the wonder in my heart, that she chose me at all.She said that she would wait for me, she gave me a ... More..