Rhyme Beauty Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Beauty poems are examples of Beauty poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Beauty Rhyme poems written by international poets.
autumn colors begin
slowly at first then explode into woods aflame
first frost falls
chilling each leaf's core
awesome colors bring mountains fame
not shore
red, gold
beauty exclaims
fall
autumn colors begin
awesome colors bring mountains fame
fall
Though eminently computable,
born in silicon fog,
it's a baby that's not beautiful,
a disloyal, faithless dog.
It's a welcome to an empty room,
a monster's sightless eye,
a bottle of cheap perfume -
the poetry of AI.
god's bit to poetize
airborne raindrops deflect sun rays, rainbow emerges
swift surprise!
heavens in trance
human spirit dispossesses
joy dance!!
moonstruck
time infringes
luck!!!
god's bit to poetize
human spirit dispossesses
luck!!!
seek beauty in being
feel the loving faith in omnipresent Supreme
inspiring
bathe, radiate
softness of the silver moonbeam
relate
swan song
fulfill a dream
long
seek beauty in being
softness of the silver moonbeam
long
Diaphonous veils luminesce our lagoon
where cerulean wavelets curl;
nacre skies cream with light
like an atmospheric pearl.
Early dawn is a lilt of breeze
gently pulsing across warm land,
sweet sound of a zephyr sighing
on the softly powdered strand:
an evanescent moment, serene and calm,
God's munificent depiction of a psalm.
August 22, 2026
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The same haunting melody each time
ever the same when full moon climbs;
It is the sweet song of fuchsia twilight,
sung by the mystery bird each night.
An unknown bird, red and lilac tinged,
daily sings skies, from gold to orange,
Searing sunset into heart and memory,
It's the same song, never does it vary.
Fierce updrafts surge, the wild winds rise,
And hurl the drops to freezing skies.
The ice and hail will smash and pack,
Inside the towering thunder-back.
Collisions strip the charges bare,
As static tension rips the air.
Light crystals float to upper height,
While heavy graupel sinks like night.
Sparks zigzag down, a leader low,
Stepping below a ghostly glow.
The fields skyrocket, voltages soar,
To crack the sky and strike the floor.
Sudden awaking, the earth responds,
A surge of power breaks its bonds.
The trees and towers stretch and strain,
To thrust their streamers through the rain.
The channels splice and circuits close,
A blinding flash of lightning glows.
Volt-ignited, the atmosphere
Roars as the thunder shakes the sphere.
Helen's was the face that launched a thousand ships -
so wrote Christopher Marlow
to explain what spurred their haste to take that trip;
but, I would like to ask him though,
this poet and playwright, wise and knowing -
which way were they going?
I'd been laid low. I'd been let down.
I came to this blue lagoon to drown
and settle into the silt -
when the calliopean lilt
of a nymph in diaphanous gown -
a heavenly harbinger of hope,
an effervescent means to cope,
with a tune, so sweetly humming,
revealed a means of becoming -
might my muse and me, elope?
She deliberately sashayed across the room,
the very breathless harbinger of lost desire;
all the men whom she passed by seeming to consume
this effervescent commingling of ice and fire.
In an instant, witless men succumb to her becoming,
as she played them like a bass fiddle, strumming.
Lady Diamond rose as each new day dawns
In her gentle hands her household yawns
A model once in the camera’s light
Now clothed in the light of Jesus Christ
She served her husband, taught each child
With patient, grace and spirit mild
Two sons, two daughters, hearts held near
Her labor deep, her teaching clear
By day she gave till strength was thin
By night the moon would tuck her in
The birds sang praise when morning came
And heaven blessed her quiet name
God be praised for women who stand
With Proverbs’ 31 wisdom in their hand
All women, God’s beautiful bouquet
With Lady Diamond showing the way
Different road to the same old places. Different people but the same old faces
Different mornings but the same old days, different attitude but the same old ways
Different clothes but the same old look, different pages of the same old book
Different smiles but the same old sadness, different voices but the same old madness
Different clouds but the same old skies, different words but the same old lies
Different drugs but the same old drink, different clothes but the same old stink
Different victories but the same old defeat different friends but the old ones I still meet
Different life but still it’s the same. Different way of winning life’s deadly game
A soul's time on earth is fleeting -
sometimes parting, sometimes greeting
other souls who sometimes touch us,
sometimes less, sometimes as much as
a universe within a single heart,
before these souls must then depart,
making room for other souls.
It's written in creation's scrolls,
but what if souls then turn to stones,
along the seashore instead of bones,
lapped by waves that caress and soothe
till some are beautiful and smooth?
Then might one rock, especially fair,
lie by a gnarled one, a wave set there?
Soft rain on pavement,
A steady rhythm and rhyme,
Sinks into the stone.
of fair Alice little was known
rarely seen once she’d grown
up, they say, to be
quite the lovely lady
though once I’m told
years later, when she was old
she was visible by the river at night
a faint whiff of blood, panning for gold