#cadence
dear cadence,
i wish i never felt sorry for you. you can fend for your ******* self, i mean it in an i-love-you-you're-so-strong kind of way. idk. i hope you're loved back by the boy. he sounds good enough for you <3
love,
ren
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:51 PM UTC
Cadence-
the girl who was left
the only one left
i wanted so badly to be someone for you
to be the one to stay
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 6:27 PM UTC
Outspoken crimes
Describe prudence
From your tongues
Nothing delivers fees
While I'm fine
Citation for my mind
You produce crucibles
Martyrs wouldn't find
And in this drags, maps never flagged
Yet I'm certain won't breathe
Enough defected
Before jurists I'm predicted
And calloused hearts beating for benefit grieve
Roasting because your able
Eyes lost in fable
When you began
Tossings and leftovers from begat
Liberated remorse
Five part chorus
Just? Just ignored us
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 4:58 PM UTC
I see
Your beauty in your smile
Your beauty in your eyes
Your beauty in your cadence
Your beauty in your fragrances.
I see
Your beauty in your laughter
Your beauty in your hair
Your beauty in your patience
Your beauty in your grace.
I see
Your beauty in everything
Woman, you drive me crazy
When you're in my arms
When your eyes meet mine
And when you lovingly nudge my hands.
P.S. Translation of ‘Ta Beauté Dans Tout' by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © August 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 2:33 PM UTC
I haven't wrote in quite a while,
So I thought I'd make this song,
But it's possible I've lost my style,
And my rhyme schemes gone all wrong.
The cadence is no longer there,
And the melody's gone flat;
Iambic's left without a care,
And this poem's turned to tat.
But perhaps it doesn't matter
Just as long as I have fun;
Though my words may clunk and clatter,
I'll be happy when I'm done.
May 25, 2024
May 25, 2024 at 6:25 PM UTC
I've Had This Said...
A Couple of Times...
My Cadence Is TIGHT...
When Reciting Rhymes... !!!
The Movement of Sound...
When I... Vocalise...
Which Is Also Known...
As... INTONATION...
If You're Reading This... ?
That's.... Education.... !!!
Cos' Words Like These...
Have Close Relations... !!!
NO NOT Like THAT... !!!
But That's A... FACT... !!!
Intonation And Cadence...
Make For Good Entertainment... !!!
When Done With STYLE... !!!
But You NEED A Good Voice...
That Is... TOP Choice... !!!
And Keeps The Ladies....
Slightly... " MOIST "...
Pay Attention Now Boys... !!!
Cos' A Voice That's SWEET...
Can Help You Get...
Girls In Your Sheets... !!!
YES For... RELATIONS... !!!!!
So We're Back Again...
To... INTONATION...
If You Use It WELL...
You Make Pulses RISE...
Just Like... INFLATION...
Or Just Like England's Taxation... !!!
But KEEP Your Cadence Moving On...
Keep It Slick And NOT TOO Blatant...
Cos' This Can Make Some ...
LOSE Their...................... Patience... !!!
Then Your Message Is LOST...
Like Beds For Patients... !!!
Intonation Is A Wonderful Gift...
So I'm Using Mine For Poetic Scripts...
Cos' When The Two Get Together...
It's A... PERFECT FIT... !!!!!
Like Guns And Clips... !!!
Or Cues And Tips...
Or A Great Pair of Lips...
Around A STIFF... DRINK... !!!!!
Did You Get The Link... ?
See Words I Write...
Make People THINK... !!!
And Leave Some Resting....
On The... BRINK... !!!
Or On The... VIRGE... !!!
Cos' Some of My Words...
Make People... SINK...
Into Leather Chairs...
Talking To... Shrinks... !!!
But Cadence Linked To Intonation...
Makes My Message Seem Less Blatant...
My Message Is Honed...
To... UNIFY Nations...
Through Usage of Prose...
And... INTONATION... !!!
Are You With Me Folks... ?
Can You See The... " Relation "... ?
Or BETTER Still The Slick Connection... !!!
My Message Is STRONG...
And Has... Direction... !!!
But Does Inflection...
DIVERT............ Attention... ?!?
Well THAT's A Subject...
WORTH... Inspection... !!!
Does My Voice Attract... ?
Or Is It Because I'm BIG and Black... ?!?
And Do NOT Run From PAINFUL Facts...
When Using Words To WOUND Infections... !!!
And EXPOSE THOSE Who Have DEFECTIONS... !!!
Sometimes I Laugh...
When I Read This Stuff... !!!
Cos' CLEARLY Some Get In A HUFF... !!!
And Wish That I Would Just SHUT UP... !!!
That's Cool With Me...
But PAY ATTENTION PLEASE... !!!!!
My Poetry Will NEVER Freeze... !!!
And NOBODY Will Stop My Speech...
From Reaching Those It NEEDS To REACH... !!!
Well Someone CAN...
Guess Who... Yes ME... !!!
But That I'm Afraid Is UNLIKELY... !!!
Cos Yoda Has Instilled In Me...
THESE Three words...
… ”It's Your Destiny !" …
I'm FEELING That...
Are You Feeling ME... ?
Feel Free To Applaud...
If You Like My Style of Poetry... !!!
I'll Continue To Read...
While My Mind Runs FREE...
And Want My Words...
To OUTLAST me... !!!
Through Publishing And OTHER Things...
Like TEACHING The Dumb To STOP KILLING... !!!
But THAT Will Be WITHOUT My Voice...
Soothing Mics' With Baritone Noise...
Well That's The FUTURE...
But While i'm Here...
I'll KEEP ON Speaking And Relating...
By Using STRONG...
... " Cadence and Intonation " ...
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
The final cadence of our union dismantled at the maestro's gesture,
A well sought forever concluded in nevertheless,
Promises ceased at the symphony's end,
A distraught reality remains.
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 3:44 PM UTC
I am lulled to sleep by my heart's beat
I awake to a rhythm in my mind
The same rhythm I have been seeking
My soul, a rare drummer
Pounding out a cadence
A call to find that familiar rhythm
One heart beating in tempo with my own
Two drummers - one song
A simple march, a soulmate's march
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 9:16 PM UTC
I am music
the cadence of soul
beat box of rhythm
lyrical poems
I am music
the inertia of dance
primitive passion
arising romance
I am music
of both hemispheres
intuitive and sensing
perception unaware
emotion in motion
routed in love
I am below
sent from above
I am music
I am love
Please never give me up!
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 5:09 AM UTC
The sweet cadence of your voice lulls me to sleep like a gentle lullaby.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 10:05 PM UTC
Four seated
In a pizza place
Sharing a pizza
Cheesy and delicious
New York style
Talk between bites
Reaching for the Parmesan
The table slides
Hits one of them
Right in the gut
Pizza drops
Back on the paper plate
Grease splattering
Eyes wide
Heads turn
Bodies shift in their seats
To see the sound
Strange noise
From the little table
Table of four
Laughing it off
All things resume
They continue to eat
That greasy, cheesy pizza
Talk of life
Current events
Bites of pizza
Two slices left
Split and taken
Being eaten
When...
Slide
The table
So killer
Slides to one
Hitting their gut
Making them grunt
Pizza drops
Heads turn
Bodies shift
Movement from all about
The pizza place
Eyes fall upon them
Laughter
Then the table is fixed
Repositioned
Then the pizza
Cheesy and greasy
Is devoured
Talk goes on
All resumes
After a time
The four leave
Cleaning up their trash
And leaving behind
That killer table.
- Jay M
November 28th, 2019
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
I nary wish to hide my penned
And quoted phrases, hidden in
My nonsensical rhymes, symbolic speech
No, I shall not let my words beseech
The sanctity of openness,
The sacred land of free excess,
My page, my land, looked for with care
Where I may lay my feelings bare.
Bring forth the peering eyes, behold!
A treasury of stories told
Within the madman's wealthy rhymes,
Looking forward, or back in times.
My heart is free, my soul unhinged,
My mind consumed by thoughts less grim.
All thanks to the Muse's daughter, sweet,
Within my mind, fear I defeat.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 8:01 AM UTC
Light seeps through the
Window cadences of rhythm
Like a heartbeat
Of true intentions
Misconceptions dodge the soul
Dust particles pass my face
Proving I’m still alive
Somewhere inside
This shell
At night my astrolabe
Can not contain the measures
Of uneasiness and skepticism arising
In this government induced anxiety
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
His heart beat in two
And mine was in three
Our cadence was always just off
But I switched to a two
One bright afternoon
When I missed a beat trying to cough
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
* *“Mystic readers of the stars,
In Land of Sleeping’s language versed,
Consult the tales, those stories –old.
And tell us, is the maiden sold?”**
* *“Climb the tower, the fire pieces,
Traverse the heavens, assign the path,
Until the maze of tomes thus ceases…
And mystery lost to art of math.”* *
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
kind, caressing breeze,
its cadence reminds mother;
one with nature now!
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
I like people from the south who talk slow like
honey pouring out of a teddy bear and into a glass
of tea like your last year of high school slow
I like listening to things men say to women
outside of bars on Friday nights like yeah
I’m really into meditation I like hearing
two babies talk to each other learning
how to make sounds into words I like to
lay on the couch and hear people drive
by on their way home to their couches
I like hearing I love you fall out
of someone’s mouth when they didn’t
really mean it to I like hearing you say it
too I like to hear your voice change depending
on the time of day I like to hear the
way you say my name
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
(10 w x 6)
I'm losing hold,
reflexes...relaxed,
...in a cradle,
..........swayed....by---
O
strong summer-y wind
................pushing
........pulling.....
......c a d e n c e... is
..........h y p n o t i z i n g...
.............playing music,
O
a sleepy tune
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~lulling the mind
~ ~ ~ and the eyes ~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ while
O
~ ~ ~birds flitting about
~ ~ ~ ~dull the senses, and
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ quieten the soul...
O
i cannot...
i don't want
to ~ ~ fight ~ ~ it
~ ~ any ~ ~ longer
O
~ ~ to the gentle afternoon breeze
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ blowing ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
~ ~ i finally ~ ~ ~ ~ willingly
~ ~ ~ succumb ~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
O
Sally
Copyright January 26, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
I poeticize, proselytize
Punctuate and pontificate.
I write couplets and rhymes
And I really do it all the time.
I exacerbate and exaggerate
With no desire to intimidate.
I make similes and metaphors
Indoors and even out of doors.
There’s cussing and discussion
And sharp literary impressions
Through diversions, conversions
Allusions as well as conclusions.
And with luck, no delusions.
Just syllabically deft fusions
Of some deferential references
With a deft touch of reverence.
I rhyme thyme with fresh lime
And cardamom with cinnamon.
Sweetbreads and shortbreads.
Chicken bones and licking scones.
Rhyming pumpkins with dumplings
And matching up filets with filberts
Just as cocoa goes well with Kona.
Marmalade can be a good marinade.
I rhyme chrome wheels and automobiles,
Freeway off-ramps and Tiffany lamps.
Cellophane and vintage airplanes.
Flapper vamps and streetwalking tramps.
Also Cinderella coaches and cockroaches,
Nothing is unfair game to a busy poet.
As well as RCA Victors and boa constrictors.
Since I’m a poet, everyone should know it.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:22 AM UTC
Finding a home in the cadence of one another's poems,
in the unspoken vastness of space between us,
is another kind of knowing,
found in these seasons
of our hearts, of our minds,
of our varied lives.
And so we keep writing, for those we love.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
There in the air, it hung, muted yet palpable,
like the inebriating scent of new rain on earth
with this signal morning alluded something,
as if challenging anyone there to swiftly respond.
Gazing at the far away mountains, waking up,
pulling away slowly the blanket of darkness
a purple sun above making a symphony of colors
she is caught in the waves of the mood, it's cadence
captures the spirit in a poem; it blooms on it's own.
Zestfully she reads it in her resounding voice,as if
to the chickens clucking around in the cluttered barn
there wasn't any audience other than the birds and the cattle;
a sudden change the chickens,strange, till the moment before
they were looking for a worm or two in the black earth.
As if forgotten all other things the chicken stood
their head held high, beaks open as if to peck
in an attentive posture, they stood listening to her,
the moment they got the tune right,started reciting it.
The cows in the shed turned to the direction of her voice,
as if it's a song, and it's for them she was singing .
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC