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"The poem that beats"A Poem by Ngoc M. NguyenA little fun with rhythm and rhyme. |
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The Harvest of RosesA Poem by Michael R. BurchThe Harvest of Rosesby Michael R. BurchI have not come for the harvest of roses--the poets' mad visions,their railing at rhyme ...for I have discerned.. |
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"Poetry's a Difficult Art"A Poem by Ngoc M. NguyenA very short rhymed poem on poets and poetry. |
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Attar of Roses and Lavender WaterA Poem by Ngoc M. NguyenA poem about perfumes and attracting the opposite sex with scents. |
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The Lobster Rhyme reduxA Poem by Ngoc M. NguyenA light-hearted poem about that incredible, edible crustacean the lobster. |
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Ars est celare artemA Poem by Ngoc M. NguyenThe poem's title is taken from the Latin phrase, "ars est celare artem," which is a maxim from Ovid's Ars Amatoria. |
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Ars longa, vita brevisA Poem by Ngoc M. NguyenA poem about the long and arduous work of creating good verse and poetry. |
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Microstory 205: New MeasurementsA Story by Nick FishermanThis is a microstory. You'll have to read it to find out what it's about. |
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Nature's RhythmA Poem by Stephen TafoyaA poem I created whilst playing with meter and structure. |
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DandelionA Poem by Chloe PowellA short poem written with no prompt, only a few minutes of sitting outside with a notebook on my lap and a pen in my hand. |
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I Fall and CryA Poem by William Listona major re-write of a year-old piece |
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Writing Structured PoetryA Chapter by William Listongives tips on how to write structured verse |
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In Praise of MeterA Poem by Michael R. BurchIn Praise of MeterbyMichael R. BurchThe earth is full of rhythms so precisethe octave of the crystal can producea trillion oscillations, yet not losea.. |
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FlightA Poem by Anne MartinMy cynical take on writing poetry. |
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The People Loved What They Had Loved BeforeA Poem by Michael R. BurchWe did not worship at the shrine of tears;we knew not to believe, not to confess.And so, ahemming victors, to false cheers,we wrote off love, we gave .. |
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CurrentsA Poem by Michael R. BurchCurrentsbyMichael R. BurchHow can I write and not be trueto the rhythm that wells within?How can the ocean not be blue,not buck with the clapboard sla.. |
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