Words walk random, rhythm and rhyme,
Repetition reigns, reason takes time.
Alliteration abounds, a linguistic feast,
Language lingers, longing for release.
Syllables sing, sounds soar,
Sentences sizzle, stories score.
Metaphors mingle, meanings merge,
Moods manifest, melodies surge.
Phrases flow, poetry prevails,
Prose pulsates, passion exhales.
Verses vibrate, voices rise,
Vernacular varies, visions surprise.
Words walk random, a wonderland of sound,
A labyrinth of language to be found.
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Words Walk Random
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Love’s Lingering Language
Love’s lingering language lingers long,
Despite the numbness of the cold and frosty throng,
Expressions of the heart in words so bold,
Feelings frozen but still to be told.
The fire’s flames may flicker and fade,
But passion and poetry will never evade,
Rhymes and romance will always remain,
Even in freezing temperatures that cause us pain.
For love is a language that speaks to the soul,
It warms us up when we feel less whole,
And though the cold may numb our being,
Love’s language keeps our hearts from fleeing.
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The Poet’s Craft
We grind the grit and rhyme,
To weave a tale that’s prime,
With words that dance and sing,
And make our spirits take wing.We search for just the right phrase,
To set our readers’ hearts ablaze,
To paint a picture in their minds,
And leave them with a sense that binds.We labor over every line,
To make sure it sounds divine,
And when we’ve done our very best,
We send it out into the quest.For poets know that words have power,
To lift us up or make us cower,
So we use them with great care,
To create a world that’s fair.
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The Muse Within
The inspiration behind each rhyme,
Is a muse that lives within.
A spark that ignites all the time,
And fills my heart with a grin.
It’s the magic of the everyday,
That sets my words alight.
The beauty of life in every way,
That keeps my pen in flight.
The muse within is never far,
It’s always there to guide.
A constant source of light and star,
That helps my words abide.
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When My Brain Implodes, My Irish Heart Explodes
When my brain implodes, my Irish heart explodes,
Emotions and thoughts, like fireworks, they unload.
Memories of my culture, my identity, my heritage,
Passion and energy, they surge and they ravage.Overwhelmed by the intensity, I seek release,
Freedom from the chaos, a moment of peace.
So I turn to poetry, to rhyme and to verse,
To express the explosion, to make it less terse.My Irish heart beats with a rhythm so strong,
It’s the beat of my ancestors, the beat of their song.
It’s the fire in my soul, the spark in my eye,
It’s the reason I live, the reason I try.So when my brain implodes, and my Irish heart explodes,
I embrace the energy, I let it unfold.
For it’s a part of who I am, it’s a part of my fate,
And I wouldn’t have it any other way, it’s simply great.
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If the Gods Offered Me Immortality
If the Gods Offered Me Immortality
If the gods offered me immortality,
A life without end, for all eternity,
I’d hesitate, and ask for more time,
For a life without end, is a life without rhyme.Time, it’s precious, and fleeting too,
A reminder that life, is for us to renew.
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Soothing Serenade
Soothing Serenade
When the night falls and the stars shine
I hear your voice in every rhyme
You sing to me a soothing serenade
And fill my heart with love and graceYour melody is like a gentle breeze
That caresses my soul and sets me free
You sing to me a soothing serenade
And make me feel your warm embraceYour harmony is like a symphony
That lifts my spirit and makes me happy
You sing to me a soothing serenade
And show me all your beauty and grace.
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Mouthful of Pennies
Mouthful of Pennies
He was a beggar on the street
With nothing to his name
He asked for coins from passersby
But they ignored his claimHe found a penny on the ground
And put it in his mouth
He thought it might bring him some luck
Or help him head down southHe kept on finding pennies
And he kept on eating them
He thought they might fill up his belly
Or make him rich like themBut soon he felt a sickness
And he coughed up blood and rust
He realized his mistake too late
His mouth was full of dustHe died alone and penniless
With no one by his side
He left behind a pile of coins
That no one else would find
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Dancing with Language
Dancing with Language
#WeArePoets
We dance with words, our language so sweet,
weaving rhythms, making them meet,
together they twirl in poetic rhyme,
transcending time with its chime.We paint pictures, capture emotion,
our artistry a grand devotion,
through poetry we find expression,
a voice, a heart, a confession.
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Poetry in Motion
Poetry in Motion #WeArePoets
Each word a brushstroke, each line a verse,
Our poetry flows, like a river’s curve,
Each stanza a painting, each image new,
We create our world, with our words’ hue.Our art takes flight, with each step in rhyme,
Our emotions on display, a pure shrine,
The poet’s art is to weave and dance,
To let our words move and take a chance.
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Reflections in Rhyme
#WeArePoets
Reflections in Rhyme,
Our words, like mirrors, show the time,
Reflecting the world, both dark and light,
And everything in between, in sight.With rhythm and rhyme, we explore,
The depths of life, and so much more,
As we write, we find our way,
Through every moment of each day.
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The Art of Verse
#WeArePoets
The Art of Verse,
A symphony in words we disperse,
A canvas of emotions we paint,
As we dance with language, we create.Each word is carefully placed,
With rhythm and rhyme, we embrace,
The beauty of the spoken word,
The magic that our lines have stirred.
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The Jovial Journey
The Jovial Journey
Joy is a jubilant jaunt with joviality,
A carefree caper that celebrates creativity.
Rapturous reveries replete with ripple and rhyme,
An amusing adventure of inspiring imagination and time.
© VishalDutia
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Make love within a rhyme
When I whisper I adore you, do you feel my warm breath on your skin, when I ask you what you want to do, do you think sin
Sending kisses up your spine, a nibble on your ear, do you feel me in my words, do you feel I’m near
Hands softly caressing you, mapping all your sensual curves, do you feel me stroking you, tingling all your nerves
Do you feel my body’s heat, when I’m deep within your thighs, do you feel my tongue pleasure you, do I make you moan and sigh
Does the weight of my body pin you down onto your bed, can you feel me enter you, do you see me in your head
Scripting fantasies for you to imagine when you’re all alone, one hand on your pussy the other on your phone
Do you think your hand is mine, am I the one who gets you wet, my words will get you oh so close but I’m not finished yet
I creep between your thighs, I need to drink your sweetest wine, let me seduce with my words, let’s make love within a rhyme
©VishalDutia
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Amongst the Trees
I lie myself down upon the earth.
Her vibrations harmonize with mine.
Embracing the soil for I have been dirt.
Listen I do for the wisdom of trees.Dear forest garden of my birth,
sing to me of unknown things sublime.
Share with me the secrets of your hurt.
Show me what the mind’s eye sees.Sweet morning dew does quench my thirst,
as thoughts go far beyond this time.
Supple leaves with breezes flirt,
singing parables for the souls’ ease.I’ve stripped my bark for what it’s worth,
feel the softness left behind.
Beneath your canopy I rest assured,
this cradle of life, it surely frees.Speaking now I say this first.
I’m touching you within this rhyme.
A talisman left not disturbed,
for you to seek amongst the trees.©VishalDutia
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Microbes
Unseen microbes everywhere
on our skin and in the air…
microbes form a part of who
we are both me and youinside symbiotically
more than I as they are we…
in the soil enriching all
like the trees which grow so tallmicrobes left upon the Moon
back on Earth grew very soon…
in Earth’s rocky crust below
unseen microbes still can growmicrobes living everywhere
microbes also are aware…
all together intertwined
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An Apple A Day (Nursery Rhyme)
An apple a day
Sends the doctor away
Apple in the morning
Doctor’s warning
Roast apple at night
Starves the doctor outright
Eat an apple going to bed
Knock the doctor on the head
Three each day, seven days a week Ruddy apple, ruddy cheek
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