This exists
On cockleshells and mint julips
This runs madly in the opposite direction
And tiptoes through the tulips
Pretty maids dance
Tra la la la tra la la, and prance
Through mazes unwinding
Binding themselves to the walls
And all the while the rain still falls.
This exists where others dare not to tread,
And where shepherds gather their flocks
To silently eat their cold hard bread.
And locks upon their faces hold.
But damn me to hell if I be so bold.













Comments
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I got an idea, an idea so smart my head would explode if I even began to know what I was talking about.
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I don't think God put me on this planet to judge others I think he put me on this planet to gather specimens and take them back to my leader.
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Smile all the time.
With rhyming poetry, the first set of rhymes creates a rhythm that the reader expects from the remaining piece. When that rhythm is changed, the flow is cut, and the reader loses focus. Maintaining a specific rhyme scheme throughou the poem allows the reader to maintain focus, and concentrate on the actual content of the poem.
In general, a very good poem, with the potential to be great.
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I can't believe you puked in my love.
To suppress art because it makes one think is to suppress thought itself.
The imagery is obscure, in a way, but it's written simply and clearly so it reads well and gives the reader something to go on straight away. And the ryhme is good, i don't think the switch buggers up the reader at all, and i get the feeling it's intentional.
It's also kinda funny, with the last line and all. So have a favourite.
however it is good to use other's as inspiration and we all have people we look up to and admire...
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Well I'd love to stay and chat, but you're a total bitch.
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A storm is rising.
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