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Kevin J Taylor Oct 2015
Smouldering moon over fallen dark embers—
fragments rising in corkscrew red-gold rhythms
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A Broken mind, a rhythm less rhyme, yo look at the time.
My mind is ticking with forgiveness so I’ll show you the pride that livid inside the body that I used to call mine.
Now it's weathered, bitter and it's gonna take some time
To bring it back the feeling of a smile the now so can't you be kind, kiss me on the lips  and take a little walk though my mind.
M Solav Sep 2018
Hear the asynchronous pulsation,
Clicks of eyelids, toggling,
And the beating of a heart:
A Life, in thick layers of rhythms,
Coating a stubborn core.

Watch the white curtain of the mansion,
Behind windows, dancing,
And the fire in the hearth:
A Life, in thick layers of stones,
Glowing it out with warmth.
Written in August 2017.
Robert C Ellis Sep 2018
Lithe, pharmaceutical muscles regulating microfiber hairs
Draw from the primitive neglect and sin
A clarinet changes the chemistry of champagne
Inside Humanity again

A stock infection of planets and galaxies
and their debris
Small enough to be e coli
and atomic dreams
Beading with the warmth of breath, persisting,
Naming dragons and archers in the infinity,
The cocktails brew people at the seams
Their sentences clapping the breeze
Into a day, or a season,
or her hand leading
Seanathon Mar 2017
I feel so tired
I can barely breathe
My chest is concave
Like the narrow dell
Soaking up the rain
And pulling in the leaves

And though I’m not hollow
I am not whole
And though I’m weary
It is not my soul
Which cries aloud
Unto the the trees

Except for your sound
The sound that is
Of when you sing
And walk beneath
This canvas of leaves
Free as your feet

But the soles of my shoes
And the lids of my eyes
Are now heavy
As my head it lulls
And wants to roll
Back to the ground

So my pillow now
Is underneath
The hooded wood
And as the world
Slowly closes round
It’s you I see

Within the leaves
Beneath the trees
Looking up. Looking down. At you. At me.
caitlyn g Nov 2018
there will come a day
when you have beaten that dog
so many times
that it will refuse to come back to you

and when you ask
"why?"
as if you are unaware of what you have done
and i tell you the reason

you will lash out

you will never understand
why

as it has been
and always will be
#2
Janelise Aug 2017
i cant sleep.
my mind drifts back
to the night on the beach.
i remember how each breath
was in rhythm with the sea.
the taste of ocean air on warm lips, sweet.  
joy, happiness, and depth.
crashing waves, and you,
Opening me.
love is a rhythm i choose not to edit
burning serpents in syncopated tones
stolen vibrations from conquered nations
i am amazed at slavery's undertones
doomsday hypothesis
insufferable hypocrisy
is this the way we are meant to perceive
reality's final throes
perhaps a last attempt at infatuation
another insurgency toward our situation
there is music in the millipedes
1,000 feet stomping on the hot pavement
midday heat is burning the gentlest of trees
and yet saving lives of anteaters in need
grief is complete and not wasted
never jumbled by threads of frailty
insipid lipids deftly crawl upon caterpillars shoulders
starry eyed soldiers
sold to the streets in shivering brokenness
i am madness incarnate
the west is a spectacle of insubstantial lunacy
if you wish to conquer this reality

open your heart and kiss the feet of kindness
blindness is worshipped as if it was wisdom
sincere victims of another’s prison
simpler lives define simpler times
keepers of the rhythm
keepers of the rhyme
i dine on salamanders and supine slivers of the moon’s heartbeat
fault no one but yourself
gifts are wealth
i am salt and sulphur is the mother of the soul
loose cannons explode
she rode the wild shadows
and took the backroads all the way home
infinite living history
his memory serving beauty forever
for a lifetime i am looking for truth
in shattered space and respecting the face of the ancestors
self aware shades of solidarity
harvested by hands made light with clarity
is this music
is this meaning
her openness is our healing
this majesty surrounds us all
resolve to rise and your bound to fall
small instances of randomness daily
semantics are happenstance
you graduate from school with a bouquet of flowers
that rot in the morning’s splattering of paint
as garbage heaps resist *******
issues of power and surface tension
i am dreading the exceptions
give love now or move out of the way
stay awake and aware
while sadhana is beckoning to us all
in the dark, there is a blink of light
moon claps when the music starts
this is something I can't fight
wanna dance under the stars
gonna move till the rhythm stops








Muhammed Emin KUŞASLAN
Thank you everyone for reading.

To see "rhythm and pace " and my other poetries you can check this link. It is my poetry blog.
https://muhammedeminkusaslan.blogspot.com/

My instagram: @eminkusaslan

Take care -E
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
A song like King David sang and everyone heard
It’s the sweet song sang in every mother tongue;
A perfumed speech is heard sweeter than nectar
wreaths round each patch of earth as part of a tongue
in all different variations, directions it’s singing!
  
Mathematically comped that rhythmically span
fashion in both or you choose science or arts.
It’s a lyric sang with finest curvy swaying dance
feel the quivers deep down into the atomic level
still the various motions in various directions turn on,  
nowhere near that look drawing a pause!
David Crow Jan 18
You play a groove
inside my heart,
Time kept so nicely
yet we're apart,
You've never met me
but I know you,
I'll remember your name
whatever you do,
The cars and the stars
will keep moving
to the rhythm we play,
From close observations
it seems that
we don't have much to say,
It's nothing that bothers me,
Memory   still    follows me,
It serves me, yes.. really,
So play - play - play!
my brain and heart are in distance
easy to access something missense











Muhammed Emin KUŞASLAN
Thank you everyone for reading.

To see the full version of "rhythm and pace" " and my other poetries you can check this link. It is my poetry blog.
https://muhammedeminkusaslan.blogspot.com/
My instagram: @eminkusaslan

Take care -E
Once upon a time
I used to tell
Story of hearts
That beats

Your heart
My heart
Our hearts

And this is
Not the end
Genre: Romantic
Theme: Inspired from shyness of Mt. Machhapuchrey, Pokhara
there is a shudder in my hand
it's like nothing wants to end
thought this was where I end
then I saw how I begin,




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Muhammed Emin KUŞASLAN
Thank you everyone for reading.

To see the full version of "rhythm and pace" " and my other poetries you can check this link. It is my poetry blog.
https://muhammedeminkusaslan.blogspot.com/

My instagram: @eminkusaslan

Take care -E
B Elizabeth G Oct 2018
You breathed tenderness
Into my bones
With pumpkin spice kisses
And waves of sunshine,
Leaking through locked fingertips.
And for moments, gone too soon,
We were one hue;
Red and orange in deep tones
Making music
With the rhythm of every inhale
and ex.
A symphonic masterpiece.
Maaz Feb 23
What do we say
unto those who doubt us?
To those who tell us
what we have shall fray.
To those who believe
our sky will turn grey,
our moods shall no longer be ***,
our lives no longer tethered,
like a boat at bay.
Unto those people
What do we say?

See,
the people's thoughts have
been led astray,
they no longer understand what's at play,
they fail to see that after night comes day,
that we are here, together, here to stay,
that soon our darkness will be pierced by the sun's ray.
They don't understand.
So unto those people
what do we say?

Do we sit in silence
as they rip us apart?
As they tear the strings from our hearts?
As we bleed & cry
and blood & tears become one.
Until finally we declare they have won.

No, we don't.
We let their words come at us
like stones at an impregnable wall,
what we have is a castle that shall not fall,
What they don't understand is this is a war we have already won,
for long ago,
we became one.
Not of how we came to be but rather how we're made to stay
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