Poems by You Can Speak But I Can Rhyme

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  • With tones of words, in my mind are confined;
    I try as much as I can, but I'm unable to rhyme...

  • It holds the breath, the flowing of the red.
    Keeping you sane, in that muddy bed...

  • I'ma fallin on hard times, wantin to bust a rhyme,
    Tryin to shoot ma cr*p, Dyin for just a dime...

  • There was a time, I rode a horse,
    A mighty steed it was...

  • Far into the night, no sign of any light,
    I hear faint whispers of my past...

  • On a wintry eve, when a crust of frost,
    Turns my bones to rust and hair to snow...

  • O! The wild allure in your sweet repose,
    Incites and ignites the passion within...

  • Crimson trees with a greenish fade;
    Colorful leaves in form of a spade...

  • A thousand days, A thousand nights,
    Without a will, without a fight...

  • The night falls with a silent sigh;
    Sounds of the rain can't see nor deny...

  • Look at them smile,
    Did you miss the glint...

  • Standing at the doorway,
    Watching as you go away...