Your muse repeats my/
flowing. Words set you glowing./
Yours get me growing.
Tag Archives: rhyme scheme
For This, My Legs Are Unshaven: Romantic Email Poem
First, read my profile.
(It will take you awhile!)
There, you’ll find everything your profile
says you yearn for
and more.
My legs are unshaven.
For this,
for you,
for us
I’ll make no such fuss.
My invite is simple:
Explore, first, a large herb
garden with me,
and then, if you yet have nerve,
take one by land,
two by sea.
Canoe with me
through unsullied country.
You claim “I like slow dancing together in the kitchen …”.
If true,
then I’ll send you
the link to my poetry blog
posting about slow kitchen sock dancing.
And then maybe
we’ll dance ‘neath a tree
or, for fun,
in a snow-filled canyon.
Muse Fans Fires: Romantic Rhyming IMprov Haiku
Again, you inspire!/
Your muse fans creative fires!/
I miss you the more.
Relaxing The World’s Taxing: Romantic Rhyming IMprov Haiku
When the world’s taxing,/
I need relaxing. I find/
you are my fine wine.
My Hidden Walls: Revolutionary Iambic IMprov Poetry
People with a narrow view
say “There are no walls around you.”
Their vision is ascew,
and simply not true.
My fences
are more subtle defenses.
Insecurity
is what hides me.
My foolish intensity
is what protects me.
The outlandish things I say
push people away.
Since my youth
that’s been my excuse.
When friendships yield treason,
I can say my words are the reason.
Then I never have to say
“They didn’t like ME anyway.”
Rejection’s never a personal afront.
It’s just my words they don’t want.
So I shield and protect myself
as people put my words, not me, on the shelf.
(and that’s an insight into me
that most people rarely see.)
Opening Your Gates: Romantic IMprov Poetry
I’m honored you open your gates to me
occasionally.
And if I fervently ask it,
you lower your heart’s basket
by nightfall
that I may scale your wall
again
and win.
Confusion Intrusion: Romantic IMprov Limerick
I’m sorry for the intrusion
and adding to your confusion,
but maybe you won’t mind
getting a little behind
if it removes your sad illusion.
Being On A Roll: Romantic IMprov Sonnet
She said:
“You are on a roll!”
To which I responded
(in a tone rather droll):
“I’d rather be on you.
or you on me.
Like peanut butter with jam.
Like fresh bread and honey.
Like warm milk and white bread
fresh from the oven
having you spread
on me is just good lovin’!”
When I’ve lived so long gluten-free,
being on a roll sounds mighty tasty.
Not The One, Now What: Rhyming Poem
I thought
you could be the one,
but if you say
you are not,
you are not.
Now what?