(I)
Perhaps I should write with my mind for a
change? Would that gather your eyes and enlighten
you? Poems are like seas and me's of perfection, lay
a simile, rhyme and some punctuation.
That sparks those pens to groomed persistence.
Pointlessly writing out riddles of rhyme,
silly likes and as's, as if one was of relevance
to describe a topic. No stressed, no DUH-dum.
Heart is what must be found in you,
to develop your pains into poetry
and make it clearer to you. You must do you.
Ignore the words, so-called poetry.
Poison to the hearts of those who try,
but it is an antidote for the ones who lie.
So I implore you, write with heart, not mind.
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(II)
Coasting c's can crash the softness of words with bittersweet ease.
Charming cha cha cha's of the ch channels that ooze of creativity,
the ones with thought think they lack.
Stones, bones, groans, moans.
No words need connection,
nor do they scream for rhyme.
It would be an audacious crime for words to rhyme.
Like the tides of the
shore, describe. Dawn upon your reader
ambiguity,
adding and adding confusion
with alliteration.
Simmer starry scents of the senses with soothing sibilance,
carefully caressing the cores with consonance.
Crash! Come calling with onomatopoeia,
opening their mouths with that 'ahh!'
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(III)
The tides of the shore put you in the middle,
dip your toes in the sentimental sands a little,
but why not fall back upon the soulful sea?
Sounds swallowed by the
unconscious sea,
she can soothe them into your heartbeat.
Think about it.
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