Most Liked Monorhyme Poems (97)

My heart was crushed as I remembered
Your sweet whispers of nothing that tickled my ear.
A tear drew a crooked path upon my cheek
And I found myself wishing you were here.

I remember the way you touched me
And found my lips smiling at the thought.
I remember too how the lights danced
In your twinkling dark bright eyes.

Do you remember the way my fingers traced
Your tender skin, the outline of your body?
Remember when how we kissed,
Our breath quickened, and it tasted like honey?

Then oneday our happiness was all swept away
And I thought that day my heart would break
As my screams broke the silence -
Even the rose you gave me bled.

I wanted to die when you died,
Wanted to cry till I was dry.
My crushed heart and the bleeding rose
And sweet memories of you are all that's left.

Once on my travels through the dark woods,
My eye did espy something silvery and good.
Was it a fairy, a sprite or a turtle dove?
No! It was magical, elusive, good old love!

I followed her quietly to a moonlit circle,
Encamped by toadstools all clad in purple.
Suddenly the air was filled with creature song,
And love wove a magical dance all night long.

She flitted high above the trees,
And danced among the autumn leaves.
She wove her magical spell in and out -
And chased away all my fears and doubt.

Then she fluttered down to where I hid,
And kissed me softly on my eyelid.
She wove her spell around my heart,
Such a lasting impression she did impart.

Now I have found love - she dances in my heart!
She brings people together or pushes them apart.
Sometimes ... love can be somewhat tragic ...
But mostly love is a special kind of magic!

Come swing with me
In the apple orchard beneath the trees,
Where pink and white blossoms
On a summer breeze softly float.

Come swing with me after dark
In the silvery moonlight in the park.
Perhaps we'll steal a kiss or two
When no one's looking at me and you.

Come swing with me after church
In the lea where grows the birch,
Smartly dressed in our sunday best
When everyone else has gone to rest.

Come swing with me
Down at the river beneath the trees,
Where birdsong fills the air
And sunbeams dance on your golden hair.

I want to remember this day always
When you and I went down to the glades
And sat upon our wooden swing
And swung up high like a bird on the wing.

Come swing with me!

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MALICE IN BLUNDERLAND
New born babies are being brutalized by a bastion of bastards and b*****s
S**t I couldn’t do that if I were offered untold riches
All the money in the world couldn’t motivate me to commit such an atrocity
As the blood of beautiful babies flow due to a self-serving monstrosity

I hear of all the babes who are stabbed, shot or beaten to death
The tiny ones who were only recently blessed by their birth’s first breath
But all too soon a baby’s blessing of breath becomes an acerbic curse
When heathens head a hoard of men to codify the madness of a monster or worse

The devil is their kin while hellish horror is their credo and misbegotten belief
Because too many babes are born to be baptized and bastardized by gargantuan grief
It’s a staggering and insipid account I hear far too often
With snapshots in living color of another corpse in a tiny coffin

Infants are instantaneously incinerated when insanity comes quite caustically to call
I just don’t see how you steal a little kid playing football
How the hell they can do it is, fortuitously for me, something I will never understand
While junkies such as myself don’t life a hand
As the unrighteous and unholy ogres who see babes as souls to murder, mutilate and maul
And is there anyone guarding and guiding this all?
Babes birthed by the grandiose and aggrandized are being brutally slain
And their parent’s tears fall like arid tears as does the desert rain
As some heinous individual ignores the severity of a parent’s needs
And thanks to the mortician that babe no longer bleeds
As these
Babes birthed by the grandiose and aggrandized babies are being butchered by brutal brutes with despicable malice
While a mahogany and gold leafed casket becomes an innocent’s eternal chalice
© 2011.…..~Phree!~

DAMNABLE DEATH OF A DAISY
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart lifted?
Because there are too many hoards and whores gifted
But given the wrong present to the wrong recipient
This package was supposed to go to someone expedient
My heart is heavy with the death of every daisy
And as we all know each lily can be lazy
Should a pigeon light upon an old man’s hand
‘tis a sign that we all are abusing the land?
Kids are killed and need a tracking device
And the godless guards know the earth’s ozone layer is paying the price
Tell the Russians to keep shoveling more coal
When we could let the wind be our savior and our goal
The turbines may turn and the engines may roar
But I tell you all that oxygen is carbon dioxide’s whore
Diesel, bio-fuel, gasoline or petrol
And the thing this planet really needs is soul
Soulfulness to urge tears from a child’s mother’s mother
Soulfulness to go to war and lose your second brother
Soulfulness to spread around so everyone can dig the sound
The sound of soulfulness should be heard all around
Then by chance instead of killing we can dance at a ball
Two hearts who once had a chance at it all
So let the soul sounds of the sacred be sung all around
And on that holy day let roses for luck abound
Can the sky cry?
Not anymore than I can fly
Can the sun have fun?
Not when people can walk around with an un-concealed gun
Can the stars have scars?
Only if mankind could make it to one and bring with themten thousand polluting cars
Since we’ve already marred the surface of the merry moon and Mars
Oh, and by the way it wouldn’t hurt the planet but it might put you in a better mood
Tonight when you eat overpriced beef consider the starving who have no food ©2011...~free cee!~

CAST AT LAST FROM THE PAST

I pray fervently you were my shadow
A silhouette sleek and narrow
As quickens the rhythm of my heart to bear
Should your shadow wish it might follow me everywhere
To never fade not even on cloudy days
You to be my shadow so wondrous in its ways
Inside and/or out
On a desert of doubt or in a pond knee shallow
Where fields are never found to be fallow
In the woods or on a meandering meadow
Where Autumnal leaves vie for space between yellow and red
Within the soul of all my days ahead
And those so long ago past
Dare do I to wish you were my lasting shadow cast
© 2011.…..free cee!

He uphold me in the hollow of his mighty hands,
So far above the sinking sand.
Holy angels around me stand,
Ten thousand times ten thousands.

I’m preserved in the cavity of his stalwart palms;
I’m sheltered from life’s raging storm.
On life’s angry seas my soul is calm.
His strength is mine, his will perform.

He protect me in his strong, cavernous grasp,
As I watch my troubles slowly pass.
In his care I’m free at last.
His will be done, it’s mine to ask.

Rover the dog sat under the tree
On top of him sat the flea
Together they wanted to go to sea
They had to wait till there was three
Rover asked the flea would you like tea
To which the reply was if it is free
Just then landed a honey bee
And Rover went down on one knee
Now three we are there's no admission fee
Off they went singing and shouting whoopee

A DISTINCTION WITHOUT A DIFFERENCE

I had to keep on the run
From the horizon to the sun
So I ran
Only always as a different man
One day I decided to be with the F.B.I.
I wouldn’t have had breath if I didn’t lie
I learned to steal I.D. and put my picture instead
Again things became banal so I started treating people in a hospital bed
I yearned to be a doctor in the emergency ward
So I went about forging diplomas so much I eventually grew bored
So then I got me a badge which is hard to believe
But I’m telling you, it’s a real gas to deceive
Fools don’t really check things out if you appear as they think you should
I was a mechanic and I did it real good
Suddenly I had a hankering to become a defender of the poor
So I forged some documents and a lawyer walked through the courtroom door
Now, I suppose, you’re going to ask me about the people I left behind
I didn’t find it sad to leave but many of them stick to my mind
But when you don’t know who you really are
And feel as if you’re simply an earthly scar
I felt like an infection who inflicted fiction fantasies and tales
And yes, of course I’ve talked my way out of many prisons and/or jails
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

GROWING YEAR BY FEAR

By one I was done
I didn’t know what to do at two
Believe me, I was far from free at three
Four was a bore
At five I didn’t wish to survive
At seven I was ready for heaven
I learned how to astronomically hate at eight
Then at nine I took to wine
I was repulsed by most men at ten
I learned there is a Hell and Heaven at eleven
no one cared to delve in to 12
ain’t much I hadn’t seen by thirteen
Times I didn’t cause havoc were lean at fourteen
The universe turned mean at fifteen
And I was mentally sick at sixteen
I O.D.’d and it was heaven I swear to have seen at seventeen
At eighteen I was finally set free and ran with every degenerate denigrated by disgust and dehydration the rich chose to ignore
And at nineteen….well, need I say more?
© 2011.…Phreepoetree