Best Assonance Poems

gleams impregnable of fortress by heaven
yet glimmer through wings of immortality
as time and space in its mute undertone
smack of golden dusts raving over rays
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The page looked at me
blankly.

The words gathered
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dew falling from leaf tip yet serenades dawn
earth never feelS love unrequited
till sun wakes to enliven universe
redemption is the last rung of truth absolute.
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dew falling from leaf tip yet serenades dawn
earth never feels love unrequited
till sun wakes to enliven universe
redemption is last rung of truth absolute.
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True, I can rhyme – endwords, and inner too;
fangle fine assonance, like thought made new;
march to a metre –regular in tread
or cunningly disjointed – silken, the thread
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Each word's a chord,
A tone, a colour,
Juxtaposing images and sounds
In harmonising order,
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With words we weave a tapestry,
A world of beauty, bright and free.
Through rhyme and rhythm, meter too,
We bring our dreams to life anew.
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gleams impregnable of fortress by heaven
yet glimmer through wings of immortality
as time and space in its mute undertone
smack of golden dusts raving over rays
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the singing in the living, listening heart

tells love in whispers; and the heart is always
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I would like to re-submit this exhaustive list of terms associated with poetry and hope that members will make use of the list to understand different kinds of poetry in a better way.
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To be sung to the tune of Cole Porter's 'You're the Top.'

(She)
For words poetic I'm sympathetic—
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Tall winds wall in
The vibrant soul.
Short of breath I seek
Shelter in the deciduous wood
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Alliteration and assonance
Are what we need to make words dance.
Pretty poetic practices percolate the page,
As apples happily meet our approval and appreciation.
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A
Alpha
Alphabet:
First Letter.
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Everything around is in a slow motion,
Laziness is now a prominent emotion..
The mood surrounding is seemingly low,
Time in my watch too is ticking slow..
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Night is never hasty to leave darkness

as eyes meander inquest of sweet breeze
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Since boyhood I have felt melodic tunes
That lingered unbeknown within my pulse
In rhythmic beats I was not taught to scan;
Wavelets of words and phrases reached my feet,
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My love you are a poem with its own description:
The assonance of your whispers,
The rhyme in scripted in your voice,
The themes that outline your body,
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The weaving song

The wireless messages have warned
but waves designed this one escape,
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A poem is built with sounds
Liberally littered with alliteration
Rhyming reason
Aspiring assonance
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I wake early in the morning
And start to play with words
In my head
Again.
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On sweet memory,
Dispelling darkness by motherhood
posterity reborn once again
To kiss holy dust divine
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Green and tall kissing the roof, and so much glad,
What you're doing silently yards below the ground,
Wild blows of air and the clouds have gone mad,
No showers, no flash of light, and no thunder of sound,
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When fair words fail to fit in a tired line,
And dainty wit feels shy, comes not as called,
Easy that came ere— out of ten times, nine,
When diction demurs, jagged looks poem's mould,
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Once a year each rachel, chilver
orphan's gathered in a satchel, silver
and nurtured far beyond a sliver,
Once a month is quite enough
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In a poetry pot stew words to inspire
Vintage works from Pablo Neruda, William Shakespeare
Metaphors and similes from Angelou Maya
Romantic verses from Lord Byron to set hearts on fire.
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Elle est seule la sur la plage,
Mirage, ma sœur poétique!
Son ombre tendue vers moi
Comme un doigt qui invite.
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‘Item I gyve unto my wief my second best bed…'
(from Shakespeare's will)

The bed we loved in was a spinning world
of forests, castles, torchlight, cliff-tops, seas
where he would dive for pearls. My lover's words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights I dreamed he'd written me, the bed
a page beneath his writer's hands. Romance
and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.
In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,
dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -
I hold him in the casket of my widow's head
as he held me upon that next best bed.
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Poets translate nature's profound language,
Via a myriad of wonderfully woven,
Sprightly diction and vivid imagery.
Art attempts to mirror miraculous
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When poetic compression of meaning
Passes a quantum threshold
(The Blanck Length?)
Ambiguities arise.
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Horses nigh and harbours wait the sunset
Masts reflect rosy sunbeams blood alike!
Lanterns glimmer behind shabby tavern widows
The drink makes him as if an idol
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Come close by and tell
me did you know me in a silent wish
and formed my laugh in a magical dish?
In kind I ask you spell,
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Love wave

Love is like a sinusoidal wave
It goes up and down an octave
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Panache scripts parade parchments
Of opulent vowels verifying volatile verses.
Elegy echo earnest emotional soiree,
Typecast assonance, alliteration resilience
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(a.k.a. ' The Poet's Grand-Prix ')


(1 Cor.14: 10 / Prov.22: 29 / Matt.13: 10–15)
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MISTRESSING WITH NEAT RHYMES AND NEAR-RHYMES

Misstressing is a sin in rhyme,
but in the real world is quite licit,
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A bright idea spontaneously mixed
with waters from a wide vocabulary
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A dour, a sour,
a glowering man
caught in his
umpteenth April shower.
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So rest assured in assonance,
Sweet dissonance, and diffidence-
Justly eschewing affluence;
Pretend poverty's on purpose.
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Is one-third
of Biblical Old Testament
written in poetry?
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Metaphors! she said. They’re a closed book to me...
Similes? I need similes like I need a hole in the head!
No, I don’t rejoice in noisy boys’ voices
however fine the assonance – ssshhh!
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And that's what I do each and every time -
struggling with all I know about things such as
alliteration, allusion, analogy, apostrophe,
archetype, assonance, blank verse -
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Cascades
with its uproar
and with its assonance
harmonize to the summer voice
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My poetry is not born of labor
Grasping for phrases
Gasping for assonance
Groping for rhymes.
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Immortality means nothing to me
If it must be striven for
If my words must be driven towards
Some goal outside myself.
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My magnificent obsession used to be writing, playing
with words still is my passion, yet I have landed a job
where mutilation of language and dreams is the main
thing going on; mixing rules and regulations with the
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My colleague June wafted in as the Snow Queen
dressed in a beautiful zenith blue & lilac top; I then
present my case against author George Simenon
who was inflicted on us in a French course as we
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Part 1

I should be translating depressing President letters -
but whereas I feel lost and guilty when there is no work
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Conscientious colleagues watching me in concerted
effort to share the load of my being; saving the time
that my overworked, Chinese-studying supervisor &
the dashing Madame La Pompadour have to devote
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I admit to never having read much poetry before,
But now that I’ve started, I’m eager to read more.
I’ve discovered many poems, ones old and new;
There are all sorts: happy ones and sad ones to.
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There's an old forgotten bay
Where lies old and abandoned boats
Floating in a bloom of water hyacinth
The oars are pinned ashore and idle
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On the day God's verve
Was still in tone and he was happy
He mixed clay and rocks
And placed them on some spots
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Poetry is engineering of words
Designed with discipline,
Conveying feelings of writer
Aesthetic and glowing sheen.
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gleams impregnable of fortress by heaven
yet glimmer through wings of immortality
as time and space in its mute undertone
smack of golden dusts raving over rays
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'Doctor, doctor! Can't you help me please?
I'm suffering from a dreadful disease,
A rhyming disorder, and what makes it worse,
I can't help speaking or writing in verse! !
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When writing truth instead of fiction
I'm having problems with my diction,
But poetry is my affliction.
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I'm hot on the tail of a poem's trail
To discover what makes it tick,
For the ones I receive in the daily mail
Are always giving me stick.
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Another Way is tap the flow within,
New start to key into mind's prompt at hand.
Open source on course is rubber band
That self expands while meter acts as fin
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The shires bask serenely in the summer sun.
Streams flow smoothly down the green hillsides.
All is well with the world
As apple blossoms bloom.
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Don't ask me to pass the assonance assessment
Or time my rhyming to make you smile.
Alliterative pieces I'm proud to produce
After pondering, my pretty person.
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Assonance was ensconced in my bonce once.
It puts me in the mood for a muse.
Love those cool peaceful pools under a Moon in June.
Or to croon about dunes and oasis blooms.
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Universe persists to pursue undestined
longing to belong onto eternity
as journey of all blue to permeate steadiness as ever along.
as light of vision percolates deep into blue of beauty to behold
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Universe persists to pursue undestined
longing to belong onto eternity
as journey of all blue to permeate
steadiness as ever along.
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Enigma lays in between crest and trough
as quandary prevaricates to perplex
rise and fall alternate to revamp entity
quantum leap resolutes to resolve matrix.
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Night is never hasty to leave darkness
As eyes meander inquest of sweet breeze
for warmth to clinch in snow piqued hours
as soul needs light of joy to embrace.
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Gleams of delight braces up within
like assonance of green in leaf by rays
prism captivates colors by reflection
as beauty blooms in aura of blossom
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wonder awes to uphold kiss of blue
unison stands and stares to inveigle
beneath arc of cocoon redolence sparks
like flow of current inkles to percolate along.
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Mellow green craves to carve on canvas of blue
as songs of symphony in Autumn to levitate
like breeze on strand of rose bedecks to plume
yet coalescing alphabets to weave words of rhythm.
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Poetry is wonderful prologue of unity to utter universe
very sublime words of humanism to sing song of joy
yet in quest of love and peace togetherness ruffles
for a better world to flow along the coast of cosmos.
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A well, of efflorescent eau, (alike pier glass)
expanded deeply and beyond its wet morass.

The birds' (oh, temptress frivolous) , refined plumage
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putting the corpse
of loneliness around my neck
I jump
into the darkness
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Life isn't a limpid loaf of poetry factory
Where asinine assonance and corny consonance
Cohabit, cooperate to mutter, to mumble a history
Tinged with mundane misery and notorious nuisance
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Quit sitting on a fence
When your assonance, consonance
Require your fire in defence
Of your world in advance
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Poems span a myriad forms
Which defy facile formulations and notions.
Each poem by nature informs
The reader about categories, repetitions
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We demean democracy at our own peril
Shave its tenets and shrink its principles
While we treat democracy as though it's worth less than a beans barrel
Until democracy hits back through its principals.
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The power of writing poetry delights
Souls that care to communicate common sense
To any friend who shuns the thrill of fights.
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A Calendar year is New for a week and disappears
When the messages dwindle, and cannot kindle
Happiness or health. Earnest resolutions
Are banished to the pit of lousy nuisance.
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Bios
help us know
people
as people:
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She unfolds petal by petal to spread fragrance
To make surroundings to make her presence
What a marvelous beauty with her real essence
She is what is a credence in poetical assonance
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O the seemingly dream like themes
Of our drowsy flower strewn days:
In the slow flow of assonance;
The breathtaking, relentless beat
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O express the flesh and spirit of poetry;
In flowing lines of metaphor and simile.
Punctuate it with splendid alliteration.
Let it breathe with soft assonance; and look upon
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Strolling through a freshly fallen snow glistening in the moonlight
Glimpsing to Gemini as it gives abode to our late autumn's lunar delight
Sensing the culmination of darkness with the twilight's disappearance
Cozily sitting by the fireside with a mulled claret, consumed in abeyance.
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1. Haiku, Sparse Enough

The onion moon is chopped by ripples.
Pause or pass, don’t count the words.
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Poetry for some seems to be a writing style that is confusing. Old world poets and critics are caught in formulas and do not understand passion. The world of words has changed, and there really is no such thing as a mistake in poetry. The most modern form, which is read the most is “Free Verse” where the emotion behind the message is what is most important and captures the readers within the folds of the verse. Another popular style of poetry is dark or gothic poetry in which the subject matter is a little ‘off kilter.”

Popular among the teenage readers is what has been referred to as “ghetto” poetry. This poetry has a rough edge and delivers messages related to drugs, the homeless and the darker side of street living.
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heard as music
seen as light and dance
scented as perfume
tasted as nectar
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The bed we loved in was a spinning world
of forests, castles, torchlight, cliff-tops, seas
where he would dive for pearls. My lover's words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
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I looked into the pixels in her eyes
Nowhere did i detect lies
They were a perfect window to a perfect soul
Sees no evil through those eyes at all
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Life is an allusion.
She’s a wicked witch. He’s a nasty Grinch.
We can’t be placed into a genre.
We’re as unchanging as the seasons.
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until I am found a poet...
until I find a soul
that peruses my verses
one who cares not about meters,
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An ancient myth tells of a once great city of Valantis, lain to ruins by the Evils of Aticus, and the eclipsing wrath of the great Poseidon, this ballad tells of the ferocious battle which ensued.

Swallowed by his legendary monstrous irate wrath, He decimated his foes with a unstoppable devastating force, forever entombing their grotesque souls into the gargoyles within the Greek God's domain.
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Words that flutter and revolve around me
In such a way that things become clearer
And my head is laid to rest.
In such a way that I get everything off my chest
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Cinta saya, Terdapat banyak perkara di dunia ini

Yang saya boleh katakan dan lakukan untuk anda,
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Kuv hlub, muaj ntau ntau yam nyob hauv ntiaj teb no

Tias kuv yuav hais thiab ua rau koj,
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So many mornings I want to be done
with waking up as if it were always winter
and rifling through my pockets to see if
I've got enough cash to buy me and the cat
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Dragostea mea, există multe lucruri în această lume
Că pot spune şi face pentru tine,
Dar există un lucru care exprimă toate că,
Cel mai bun lucru din lume,
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Mon amour, il y a beaucoup de choses dans ce monde

Que je peux dire et faire pour vous,

Mais il y a une chose qui exprime tout cela,
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My love, there are many things in this world
That I can say and do for you,
But there is one thing that expresses all of that,
The greatest thing in the world,
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El meu amor, hi ha moltes coses en aquest món

Que pot dir i fer per a vostè,
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