Category Archives: Rhyming Poetry

Structured Rhyming Poetry

Willows Journey

Willow on the hillside steep,

Night time brings the stars a-peep

I alone without her weep,

The lady Gabriella strayed.

Two sunsets and never sighted,

maybe taken wing and flighted,

or fallen ill and deadly plighted?

The lady Gabriella strayed.

 

Grateful for the weeping tree,

The Creator did provide for me,

so lay me down and let me see,

Where has my Gabriella laid?

On the path she ought have stepped,

now drifted off and wayward slept,

engagement  ‘neath willow not kept,

Where has my Gabriella laid?

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It

From the day it came to be,

life was traded, given free,

knew it not – what is me?

Spared no joy or warmth or mirth.

Given up as skin and bone,

born to walk the world alone,

empty soul and heart of stone.

Spared no time or date of birth.

 

Wander freely through the air,

caught too soon, beaten bare,

now a blank and empty stare.

Spared no love or counterpart.

Sold as ragged human waste,

cut off from cherub and the chaste,

torture, dread, abandon, faced.

Spared no food and torn apart.

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Would You Love Me?

Would you love me by the washing of the tide and its foaming?

Would you love me on the hillside, grasses waving in the gloaming?

Come follow as we tread the gentle dawnlight and its kisses,

We can watch a million flowers that the dayglow never misses.

 

Would you love me by the driftwood, twisted shapes that mark its travels?

Would you love me on the tide-line, watching as the night unravels?

Come follow in the moonlight as we dance the wavetops glory.

We can watch the dolphins playing as they sing to us their story.

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Worm-Larder Jane

Worm larder Jane

she rose again,

as the earth did peal away.

She shrieks and moans,

through silver bones,

full moon as bright as day.

 

Her rotted flesh

was born a-fresh,

the bone-house planks now torn.

Feet struck with blight,

this dreaded night,

into the darkness born.

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