My Poem Does Not Rhyme My stanzas have no lines My words have no letters My rhythm, no beat My imagery … literal My poem does not rhyme It can’t be seen or heard Can't be touched But can be felt In your heart Not by your fingers Resonates in your being Dances with your …
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‘Methaphorical Swim’ by Paul Conway
Slip into cool waters That cleanse neglected pores; After a quivering intercession You're possessed with spirit afresh, And the methapor strikes your mind When you give life to your clothes. - Paul Conway
The Night Before Christmas
Christmas is coming and we're heading off to start celebrating! We are leaving the Poetry Corner for the Holidays with our favourite festive poem. We hope you enjoy it as much as we have. See you next year for more brilliant poetry! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Everyone! The Do More Team. xx The Night …
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