New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes

New Classic Poems
People and Places
Sonnet No. 4
Tim DeMay
Call me a zealot for my strong beliefs,
I call you coward for your lack of one.
When from this earth our time it is to leave,
You’ll die with nothing deeper than vain “fun.”
Call me close-minded as I know what’s right,
I call you vapid for your lack of thought.
Indeed, some things are truly black and white,
Some issues can’t change into what you want.
Call me a fool for faith in the unseen,
I call you blind for missing blatant truth.
Things aren’t always exactly as they seem,
We don’t live life alone under this blue.
Call me brainwashed by hopes of love and peace,
I say it’s better than the wars we seek.
Pens and Poems
Gene Dixon
We are the souls who dance on fallow page;
Who hide behind dark droplets from a quill.
Attempting to fit ranting to the rage,
Manipulating ink quite as we will.
We balance paragraphs on thinnest sheet.
Some call us clever verbal acrobats
Who tightrope walk upon iambic feet
While wearing varied anapestic hats.
The thickened plot we ladle out like soup,
Ranging wide from mystery to mirth.
From moon to sun to moon, 'til eyelids droop,
We seek the fullest measure of word's worth.
For just reward we ask no more than this:
A coin, a laurel wreath, a lover's kiss.
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