It seems like yesterday.
When you were to be our first born
We waited for your birth
Two brand new grandmothers that morn.
You took your time, but then we knew.
You had arrived safely and sound
We each held you our precious girl.
Our smiles and joy they knew no bound.
You are our great delight.
We’ve watched you grow up through the years.
A woman you’ve become.
Our love shines brightly through our tears.
With tears of happiness
Congratulations we both say!
Now Twenty-One, how can that be.
It seems like Yesterday.
I rose up hard through the ranks,
Shining shineless shoes aglow.
Some just paid me with their thanks,
Plus just a penny a toe!
On my long way to the top,
I shined tears from eye to eye.
Because sometimes shoes would stop,
Alas, most shoes just went by!
So, I just scrimped and I slaved,
Put every penny away.
I knew every penny saved,
Would shine gold for me some day!
Had spit-polish dues to meet,
I sang the St. Louis Blues.
Saw more than a million feet,
And more than ten miles of shoes!
But every shoe that would stop,
Just one more penny to peck.
Till packs of pennies would drop,
And put gold around my neck!
All those precious pennies earned,
I fondly think on once more...
The golden rule's what I learned,
Now I own my own damn store!
Your heart has a yearning
And a burning desire
To share what you’re learning
Like voices of a choir
Small pieces of paper
With the things you have thought
A con or a caper
How the villain was caught
No time is a wrong time
If you wake up at night
With a thought of a rhyme
Then you know you must write
Watching movies with you
Your friends do not enjoy
For you catch every clue
And discern every ploy
And time seems to fly by
When you sit down to write
With that glint in your eye
There is no end in sight
You longed for the teacher
To ask each for a story
You wrote down your feature
Of our flag called, “Old Glory”
Friends with the dictionary
Filled with word after word
To some it seemed scary
When the big words they heard
But not to the writer
You knew you’d become
A reader delighter
You knew you’d please some
So write on forever
As your stories you tell
A writer so clever
Right inside you doth dwell
September puts a Spring in my Step.
Like a newborn lamb I frolic about
Running through fields of newly grown grass
With a smile on my face I sing and shout.
With Winter gone, I now enjoy you.
Beautiful Spring, I’m so glad you are out.
For every single buttered bun,
there comes a simple ques-ti-ON:
Should I have another one?
My answer came, and it would stun:
when everything is said and done,
acid reflux is not fun.
Autumn flowers bloom in colorful hues
Joe Pye Weed plants' tint purplish blues
Sweet tasting nectar sipped' butterflies and bees
While the dragonflies' mate on the barks of oak trees
September's night skies orangish moon
Appears at dusk like an enormous balloon
Title: Silence
Written javascript thepoet
Silence
if silence could speak
loud than words
it would echo through my eaching born
it would speak a language of the unknown
a myth to yet discovered, it would
unvilled like the hidden cloth of secret barried to human eyes
it would creep around the darkness just to feet
in the silent moment of untold story
silence
An emotion that has no motion.
it screams when all is in mute
silence is eyes that can see;
Lungs that can breathe, and ears that can hear;
For silence sees what no body can bear to see;
In that moment of silence
Silence is like a voice washed in waves of tranquility its Without words but yet special in verse and rhyme
Hidden in nature’s .silence is the grace within the art like whistle in the dark
embraces your fear
as It deepens your tear
its like death brought to life
It’s a moment of silence
a fear behind the strength
a sound more piercing then anything
pink moon with purple shades
at the bosom of the blue skies
enticing paradise of divine hues
sings the nighttime lullabies
cypress trees charcoal black
arches to touch the moon
whispering their secrets shyly
a night chanting they croon
moonshine drizzles over lakes
silhouettes dance on the wave
tiny stars glitter on the azure
delineated as diamonds in pave
solemn somberness dissolves
aback the cascaded treetops
impetuous yet mystical gaze
downpours amity drop by drop.
I’ve been playing for years,
well aware of your fears,
most don’t make it, that’s clear,
but they say we’ve cracked the top ten;
a struggle it’s become,
but it always was one,
finally, it seems done,
downloads paying off dividends.
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
Take a chance on my dream,
not a sure thing, it seemed,
of the crop I’m not the cream,
spent so many ate nights away.
I know you could have left,
parents said that was best,
maybe we passed the test,
we’re coming on a good payday!
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
All that went wrong,
we’ve been waiting for so long,
all my mistakes,
challenges along the way.
all of this risk,
making sure I earned this,
breakthrough, at last,
no more days of living fast!
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
There was a time
when my vision was raw
but my words
were riper still
There was a time
before there was pain
with the weather
never chill
There was a time
when the wind called my name
zephyrs
fresh and new
There was a time
with my feelings in song
in love with the moment
— and you
(Perelman Center: September, 2025)
A million graves
One life but too many
Rivers of tears flowing endlessly
A stench of death in the atmosphere
Can't you see,we are dying here!
Even though our eyes cry endless tear
Flies like bodies drop every minute
Glass like hearts are broken to pieces
Tired of reading these Rest in peaces'
As though stars are granting the devil's wishes
To let as rest in peace
The real tragedy is the death of the living
The ones who can't keep up with all this grieving
The families breaking
The breadwinners losing
One positive case
Ten children starving
A hundred families broken
A thousand sources of income closing
A million graves of people ,Just walking
Dead men walking ?????
I Need it Nice and Gooey!
I Need your Hot Chop Suey!
I Need the Spice for Woo! Wee!
Come Feed my Hong Kong Phooey!
I Strut like Baby Huey!
My Butt might Spice Kablooey!
But Yours looks Nice and Chewy!
Your Butt's for Hong Kong Phooey!
I'm running from pain
Standing on the platform waiting for
The train
I have got a ticket to nowhere im just
running from my pain
I have not planned my route and I have
No place to stay.
I'm just catching the fist train that pulls in
And I hope to fade away
They say don't run away away from it
Stay and face your fear
But the only way I can forget my pain is by using Drugs and beer.
I have all what I need packed into a
rucksack
I have told no-one where I am going
As I am not planning on coming back
Stay away from people that's how
It has to be
If no one knows where I am then the pain of the past cannot find me.
Within every warty frog or toad
that you encounter on the road,
a hidden prince sleeping, lies,
though his tongue just catches flies;
and if I can persuade you this,
I suggest you give me a kiss.
When the days grow shorter and rain clouds Fill the sky
Trees no longer have green leaves and the flowers Begin to die
Nights are drawing in and the days are getting shorter
Mist rolling up the valley streams with ice
In the water
But time does not stop and winter will fade away
When the dark cold will be no more and
We have the start of warmer day
Thats When the leaves on the trees turn green and the birds will start to sing.
So remember that winter will eventually end and new life will start in spring.
Specific Types of Rhyme Poems
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