RHYMING WORDS TRAVEL IN MY MIND

RHYMING WORDS TRAVEL IN MY MIND

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Decorate
                 Generate
Permeate
                               Reverberate
Perforate
                                                     Isolate
                                Incarcerate
               Laminate

Commemorate
                           Separate
                                                      resonate
Meditate
                          Checkmate

Attempt fate

                          Sensations from words
                           Cloud my mind.
                           A displacement of sorts
                           Lay upon my mind,
                                 In words.



                        Confused! I am! :)                                                                       

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Did you mean "thoughts" instead of "soughts". What ever they are! "Spring's Pain"


In the breeze I smell the scent,

Of springs...sweet smelling flowers.;

And recall the memories of time spent,

Wrapped in your arms... for hours.



Every spring..it is the same,

Recalling old thoughts...of you.

The scent of flowers brings your name,

And sad memories return anew.



The thought of you brings pain,

That I bury most of the year.

But in the springs warm falling rain;

Soon the blossoms... scent appears.





Memories of...those bittersweet days,

Of long walks ..in the spring;

And the days our two hearts lay,

In flowering fields...remembering.



I guess it will always be the same,

When spring... rebirths anew.
Years later I will recall...the pain...

When the flowers... bring thoughts of you.



Most people welcome the renewed birth of spring,

But...God took you away...and the scent of flowers

Brings just the hurt... of remembering,

For springtime only brings the pain of showers.



Now you eternally lay...beneath the flowers of spring;

And yes I stay here living through pains remembering.



Valentine

alentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Wow! Somehow I'm thinking that YODA wrote this,, you my friend is a Master of this craft,, can't wait to read your other pieces! Thanks for sharing;)

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Well thank you E G TEN. I shall view yours soon and thanks for dropping by.
I liked the words. I will borrow a few to create a poem. I love words. Each word can take us to a different place. You are not confused. Just allowing the words to dance upon the page.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote for your kind words and go for it, the words that is!
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

You are welcome.
Did you mean "thoughts" instead of "soughts". What ever they are! "Spring's Pain"


In the breeze I smell the scent,

Of springs...sweet smelling flowers.;

And recall the memories of time spent,

Wrapped in your arms... for hours.



Every spring..it is the same,

Recalling old thoughts...of you.

The scent of flowers brings your name,

And sad memories return anew.



The thought of you brings pain,

That I bury most of the year.

But in the springs warm falling rain;

Soon the blossoms... scent appears.





Memories of...those bittersweet days,

Of long walks ..in the spring;

And the days our two hearts lay,

In flowering fields...remembering.



I guess it will always be the same,

When spring... rebirths anew.
Years later I will recall...the pain...

When the flowers... bring thoughts of you.



Most people welcome the renewed birth of spring,

But...God took you away...and the scent of flowers

Brings just the hurt... of remembering,

For springtime only brings the pain of showers.



Now you eternally lay...beneath the flowers of spring;

And yes I stay here living through pains remembering.



Valentine

alentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Hi Andrew. Did you mean sought s??? Is that where the confusion lies?? Actually, those words don't sound at all confused to me. Sometimes the mind takes over when we juggle thoughts, but presto! A new poem, a new form of expression, and new presentation and you say you are confused???? No way!!! but . . . if you really are, stay that way, especially if more little gems like this are on the horizon, alf

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

I meant of sorts lol
I try to use rhyme but only if I am a bit convinced that it all works to some extent when put together, not just for the sake of rhyming...I liked this poem a lot.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Tis why I avoid rhyming poetry like the plague lol! Well said though.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thanks John, A meaningless write of words that's all ,clouding my mind while I was waiting for a th.. read more
"Checkmate!" - you write just like me - why you could even be me for all I know ;p

The format excellently coveys the confuddled thoughts from which inspiration obviously springs in your versatile and unique mind. You snatch the words from the stream of thought like a seasoned Grizzly snatching salmon. Brilliant
:))

Posted 9 Years Ago


Gee

9 Years Ago

Never Andrew,I thoughtockers were lady bollocks???
Gee

9 Years Ago

Mockers........
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

lol...........................
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Been there, done that. :) the best is when it happens at school and the students look at me like: huh?!?!

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

lol I get that from my kids and my wife lol so I know what you mean but you have a larger audience... read more
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

You're an entertainer as well! MS

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