Write a poem without rhyming
Ms. Haiku
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Even those of us who do not rhyme in general end up rhyming at some point. What do you think? Can you do it?
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The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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the fruit doesnt grow
not even an orange.
The colour of heather
that vivid hue of purple
that we cut with our scissors
made of pure man made silver
it fills us with angst
and we pull hair from our scalp
I hate this month
for its clear lack of colour.
The tar is black
On hot days
I see the heat emit after a rain
The exhaust from the cars stuck in traffic
Gives meaning to the term "parkway"
Start to put me to sleep
Glad my windows are down
I don't need to rely on the intake for maximum pleasure
Then some ass honks his horn
Seems I have been day dreaming again
Or was it the carbon monoxide?
Either way I am on my merry way home
Inch by inch
Just to get my car into the "driveway"
Where it will remain parked
As I was walking past St Pauls,
a lady came and grabbed my elbow.
"Oh, you are a man of pluck!
Come with me and have a cup of tea."
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January... I hate this month
the fruit doesnt grow
not even an orange.
The colour of heather
that vivid hue of purple
that we cut with our scissors
made of pure man made silver
it fills us with angst
and we pull hair from our scalp
I hate this month
for its clear lack of colour
January, I love this month
the snow can fall
even in Jamaica.
The purity of white shapes
that we cut with our scissors
man made by sharp blades of silver.
It comforts us, this quiet sound
of pulling a cut snowflake from our paper.
I love this month
for it clear lack of color.
dusted air settles,
crested illusion is the moon,
is the heart not a sigh?
rattling branches fit the scene,
cat claws scrape in motion
whilst a rhythmic samba
stirs souls in this moment.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green