Where to next?

No rhyme. i just went with what felt right. what's my next step? should i even bother taking it? i feel lost in this maze. confused by all the possible routes. i decide it would be best, if i do walk onwards.

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Her Secret Passion

Lily was singing a song, it a poor rhyming tune, more like a chanting short and strange little rhyme.

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Her Secret Passion 2010 series

Lily was singing a song, it a poor rhyming tune, more like a chanting short and strange little rhyme.

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Tiny Candles

This was my first attempt at free verse poetry; it does not rhyme or have a meter, but now you know where i stand.

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Moroes

#5 of rhyming and other stuff poem for my cat 'moroes'. he passed away in september 2019. moroes reached an age of 16 years.

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One of my poems

Please forgive that in english it sounds not rhyme, i wrote my poems in russian and its difficult translate them on english, because my english is bad, then, if i learn english more better, i can try write my poems and stories in english ^^ i am a wolf in

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Romance

And when an hour with calmer wings its down upon my spirit flings- that little time with lyre and rhyme to while away- forbidden things! my heart would feel to be a crime unless it trembled with the strings.

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The Lonely Library

My first sonnet with no specific rhyme scheme. the picture is of oxford library (home of one of my favourite authors, c.s.

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Poem #25: Time

Spot the sheen work as teams sew the seams click-whurr bing-bong help is aid dig with spade past will fade follow the shade sun will jade bing-bong tic-tic forward is crime hear the chime pay the dime lost in rhyme

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A poem for Telroth

This rhyme is made while ill, yet i'm thinking of you still, my body yours to shape as you desire. my meal your seed, my soul your need. i will do anything that you require.

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An Ire to Inspire

This is what happens when a snowmew gets bored in his pursuit of inspiration it turns out enjoy ^^ i find myself sitting at my desk this monday morning but yet i find myself in near abject mourning for within my agenda today i have chose to write a rhyme

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