Poets at work, don't rhyme!

Poets at work, so please don't rhyme!
Thoughts might leave them, thoughts sublime!
Poets at work, poets don't have time
Go, don't come back till you rhyme!1

Poets at work, poems they compose!
Poets at work, don't poke your nose!
Poets at work, as poetry flows
Poets will mind, don't talk in prose!

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I was reading entries for my contest and this poem jumped out of no where

link for contest: http://storywrite.com/contest/show/12590

Was I rhyming? sorry!

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  • Farhan
    November 15
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    lol


  • seamus gold member
    November 10
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    Semi serious

    I like it. Seems to say a lot about the poetic muse. One minute it flows like wine, the next like honey in January. And we've all been out on that ledge where the intent does not intersect with the rhyme.

  • Adinatak
    November 9
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    Goes well with the contest; make me giggle.


  • Lady Pixie Greeters member
    November 8

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    lol nice work.


    • Onomarith
      November 9
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      glad to hear you enjoyed it....I am quiet on fire these days

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