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  • Red Blooded Black Hearted (8/9/2006 9:38:00 PM) Post reply | Read 4 replies Stage

    HI GUYS! ! ! ! I've been writing on poemhunter for almost a year. I can only write rhyming poems and have no idea how to write rhythm poetry. If any of you have a good idea PLEASE poast a reply if you can.
    Hugs N smiles, Rissa: -)

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    • Niko Tiliopoulos (10/13/2006 12:57:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Use a musical piece, preferably one with no lyrics, someting like classical or traditional music, and write you poem to 'match' the melody. It always works. Cheerio Niko

    • Will Barber (9/2/2006 9:34:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      Blank verse. Shakespeare used it. If you get it to rhyme, and use the proper number of lines - bingo! - sonnet! I think rhythm is called meter in poetry. Vachel Lindsay's poems might prove ... more

    • Mary-Elizabeth Conn (8/20/2006 12:23:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      Hey Willow (that's such a nice name!) ! I would suggest reading poetry with rhythms (call it whatever you like but it's still rhythmic- I get your meaning) and rhyme. You can make up rhythms of your ... more

    • Michael E. Skinner (8/19/2006 9:43:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      Rissa, why would you want to 'write rhyt ... more

  • Tony Sampson (8/9/2006 4:00:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    Petaluma Police Car Tires

    Parked at the curb,
    The Petaluma Police could not observe,
    The car their sergeant had parked;

    Not very far,
    I found me that car,
    And quickly thereto embarked;

    While I approached the police cruiser,
    I viewed the 'soon to be' accuser,
    Yet continued on with my plan;

    Two tires were popped,
    As downward they dropped,
    I fled swiftly in my sedan;

    From each tire's quick blow,
    Came the thrill hearing the air let flow,
    And to the ground, the rims, did go;

    By the knife's quick swing,
    Was laughter from the hiss sound of air leaking,
    And the surprise of needing a tow;

    Oh, what a dare,
    To hear that gush sound of air.
    Then to escape, without being caught;

    But with a short quiz,
    The accuser said, 'I know who it is! ',
    Well, my sedan, the police then sought;

    My laughter was hard,
    While I headed for my yard,
    Though trouble was coming my way;

    All patrol units looked about,
    To search me out,
    For the trouble that I now must pay,

    While homeward I scoot,
    Came a Sonoma County sheriff's deputy in pursuit,
    Riding his cruiser so close to my rear;

    Bright red lights flashed on,
    The fun was gone,
    But still, I had no fear;

    Stopped outside my home gate,
    Came my identification to wait,
    But the police knew who they'd caught;

    Like a beehive ready,
    With a sting so steady,
    A large police force quickly was brought;

    'Put cuffs on them hands..'
    As the police sergeant commands,
    '...then take 'em in for lockup...'

    With two flats on the cruiser,
    The joke was a doozer,
    As the number of times, years over, buildup;

    I was brought before a judge,
    But really...I had no grudge,
    Gave forty dollars to the bondsman to bail;

    As the jail door opened wide,
    Quickly, I dashed outside,
    Now released from the Sonoma County Jail;

    I appeared in court again and again,
    But a plea bargain made that end,
    And no more jail time had I to pay;

    Made happy, I was,
    But that could be because,
    'Pay for two tires and don't do it again', heard I, the court say;

    Other police agencies know,
    Twenty-eight of their tires went low,
    The Cotati police headquarters suffered the worst;

    Well, with two tires to buy,
    My score remains still very high,
    Considering the others I prior had burst;

    If it ever happens again.
    It won't be me, though I'll still grin,
    I've retired, finally, from this crime;

    The memory, still I bare,
    The laughter, its thrill and dare;
    And the story turned now into rhyme;



    Tony Avila Sampson
    Copyright ©2006 Tony Avila Sampson

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    • Michael E. Skinner (8/14/2006 9:06:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      Posting poems here means pushing other posts off the page. Some would consider it impolite, many—malicious. Better to post a link to the poem and a brief(!) note. However, if you, while discussing a ... more

    • Red Blooded Black Hearted (8/9/2006 9:35:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      I'm not really a car person (I'm hopeless at mechanics!) BUT THAT WAS A REALLY GREAT POEM.Tony.

  • Paul Moosberg (8/8/2006 10:03:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    just for you jefferson carter:

    Contempt of What This Is
    -
    Contemporary poetry
    Seems to restrict my visions
    For I find rhymes without deliberation

    Yes, I am a Hallmark card
    American Greetings in a cage
    Those who think my poems suck
    Can show me how I don't care

    So I journey through the pipes
    To squeeze my shadow's soul
    But all I want is to hear
    To see what I am

    And when I wrote this poem
    All of it rhymed, as I can not help
    But I can change it, Yet didn't want to
    Since it is not my notions
    Of what this was

  • Bel Shade (7/11/2006 7:27:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I became a member of this site some months ago but have had probs. logging on 'till today. Now instead of intellectual repartee and inspirational thought I find narrow minded bigotry and bickering in the name of poetry. It should not be outside the grasp of any poet to write both rhyming and prose poetry and to appreciates other's efforts in the same. I have to queston the integrity of poets who uses words to discourage and belittle each others work.

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    • Tom Zart (7/11/2006 11:24:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      Dear Bel, look Tom Zart up on google and you will find what you are looking for in American poetry.

  • Ernestine Northover (7/6/2006 3:07:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    JC I think you must be a very sad and desperate man, to narrow your opinions, to what you think is the only type of poetry the world should know about. I love the poetry of our previous Poet Laureate, Sir John Betjeman, a fantastic poet and a rhymer to boot. Anyone can write continuous drivel without having to think, it just rolls of the tongue without any basic structure or understanding of what is being written. This is just a case of 'showing off' trying to out-do the next person, and I can't see any joy in that at all. I never push my opinions on anyone, whatever they write is their own concern, but to call us rhymers, Hallmarkers, is quite frankly something only someone who is unsure of themselves and afraid that someone else will get higher than them would stoop to do. It is a pathetic name, and if you were of any calibre you would apologise to us rhymers. You don't have to read our poems, we would prefer you not too, so just fling your hook, please and go find something else to fill your obviously frustated and lonely time.

  • Archie Langford (7/5/2006 3:44:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    rhythm is the most importent rhythm and rhyme that`s poetry
    keep at it.

  • KB & CO. (6/28/2006 1:05:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    I so enjoy rhyming poetry, just about all I write. Can anyone give me a clue on how to write a different style? Check mine out & you'll see what i mean, thanks.

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    • Tom Zart (7/3/2006 9:09:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      You keep on rhyming more people love rhyming poems than those who do not. Most who do not like them can't write a good one so they hate those who can. Look Tom Zart up on google and you will see whe ... more

    • Ernestine Northover (7/2/2006 3:34:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Hi There! ! ! You keep up your rhyming, and take no notice of the people who say that we are just writing stuff for Hallmark Cards. I write both types of poems but mostly rhyming. JC tends to think he ... more

  • Jane Groom (6/27/2006 10:02:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    can anyone help i need a poem to read at a friends wedding

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  • Untitiled and unnamed (6/27/2006 6:38:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Hey Melisa...Not sure if i am the only one but cannot view the links that you posted? ? But here is something for your consideration...

    Black Or White


    Am I Black, Am I White…

    What does it matter?

    For I see you as a person,

    You breath, you bleed, you fight,

    Who am I to judge you, in this plight?

    To live this life as we do,

    Why should society so judge you to?

    For you are just like me,

    A human being who wants to live through,

    This life that was given to you,

    So… I take this life that was given to me,

    And hope that it will be,

    A footprint on this earth,

    That will be true to me and you,

    And will be remembered, as I’m still so blue.

    As what does skin color…really mean to you….? ?


    Written By Lee Stedman 27/06/06

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    • Missy Trinity Ferrari. (6/27/2006 9:33:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Is it ok if we entitle the poem... 'So Im black... Or White'? Because our editors need it in strictly 'So I'm' format.. please and thank you. Sincerely, Melissa Ferrer

  • Paul Moosberg (6/24/2006 11:03:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    ah that is true, my poems are not good.
    but i could care less. i use them to find out who i am
    i use them to release my mind.

    and like i said before, my poems are hallmarky. but that's fine with me. i do not wish for those that can not get past the rhymes to read it any way. besides if all your doing is complaining about form. maybe you should be so restrictive on your words. i mean if you don't rhyme (as your poems don't) then maybe you should join a new place, or poem posting site. cause i use my poems for pure therapy.

    and you know what, i have had a ton of moms, thank me for the insightful clues from my mind as to the relationship to thier own child with a spectrum of autism. so bash me all you want. i think of myself lower than you will ever think of me (trust me) .

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    • Pali Tripathi (6/26/2006 12:23:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      I dont know if i understand u correctly Paul, but going by what i do.....'good'poems do not have a set criteria like, 'rhymes/doesnt rhyme, understood/not understood, etc.Good poems are pieces like ar ... more

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