Best Rhyme Only Poems


Premium Member Be Thankful For the Joy

For tinsel trees, lights so bright, and a man in red
who rides a sleigh led by deer – delivering things
to make kids smile; for candy canes and gingerbread!
Be thankful for the joy the Christmas season brings.

For sweet holiday romance and the mistletoe,
family togetherness and a choir that sings
glad tidings, causing hearts with love to overflow.
Be thankful for the joy the Christmas season brings.

For the reason we recall what the season’s for: 
for one star seen from afar by three wise kings
that led them to the miracle child Mary bore.
Be thankful for the joy the Christmas season brings.

Dec. 22, 2020
for Tania Kitchin's Christmas Rhyme Only 8 - 12 Lines - Premium Prize Poetry Contest
For Brian Strand's the 'Podium placing promise(6)' Poetry Contest

Premium Member Before This Night Is Through

Beneath that frame you wear so well,
                                                                 are you a sinner or a saint
with that simmering of lust I smell
                                                                 although you show restraint?
You want me; soon you’ll show how much!
                                                                 The hunger is in your eyes.
I feel it in your tender touch
                                                                  I hear it in your sighs.
You can’t survive my full assault.
                                                                  You’re losing your facade.
It’s coming down; it’s not my fault!
                                                                  You’ll see you’ve been a fraud.
For underneath your skin, you burn.
                                                                   Soon you will be mine.
Before this night is through, you’ll learn,
                                                                   Burning is divine!


Oct. 27, 2017 for Brenda Chiri's  Poem Within A Poem Rhyme 2 
Contest
Now used for Laura Loo's 'Love Poem-Rhyme Only' Contest

Premium Member Here I Rhyme Only Once

There is a street in town
Where porridge is drawn up,
Where loafing is a virtue
And spitting is the sport of kings.

Old London town would be so proud
Of all the knaves and fools
Who frolic all day long
Then sleep amid the ruins.

Edgar was the given name
Of one young fool
Who skipped along the padded street
One whistle to his name.

He loved the maiden Joan of Arc
Whose beauty was untrue.
Both expired the self-same day,
No penny to their names.

And me, I get along somehow
Standing on a rock,
While fishing in a muddy hole,
I never watch the clock.
© Bill Yates  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Bad Santa

Bad Santa won’t wear safety clothing		
so the reindeer will not pull his sleigh 		
They ignore him and treat him with loathing	
since he’s refusing to work Christmas Day	

I think parents across the whole nation		
should all take naughty Santa to task		
His behaviour has caused aggravation	
he should be wearing his gloves and a mask 	

News from the Elf and Safety advisor	
is that as Santa’s brushed off good hygiene 		
He must be immunised by “Pfizer”
to protect him from Covid Nineteen! 
		
Christmas Rhyme only 8 - 12 lines - Premium Prize Poetry Contest

Sponsored by Tania Kitchin

12/22/20

Premium Member The Kiss

One last kiss before he leaves,
A token vowed as they part.
A luring note creating linger as
time will test an idle heart.

Two lost souls alone in a world,
Left with nothing but this taste.
A hazy zest that must prevail for
a broken seal knows waste.

An old adventure renews a smile,
A friend whose charms incite.
A clever plot that favors a yen but
fades wanting without a bite.

His loyal spirit finds way home,
She bears the fruit of her love.
A quaint bequest worth more than
gold and honored by grace above.
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Type: Rhyme
Submitted: 02/10/2018
Contest: Love Poem-Rhyme Only
Sponsor: Laura Loo
© Jesse Day  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Wide Blue Eyes

As she sits 'pon a Persian rug
Her pet lovingly by her side
This situation she can't shrug
As she sits 'pon a Persian rug
Frilly blue dress could've made her smug
But virtue shows in her blue eyes wide
As she sits 'pon a Persian rug
Her pet lovingly by her side

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Written this fourth of July 2013
Triolet Form One Stanza
ABaAabAB/upper case letters repeat lines/ lower case rhyme only


Premium Member When Souls Spark True Love

She loves you more
I see it soar.
You might be friends
there is no ends
when it comes to 
two souls spark true.

When the warm sun
ebbs, the night won;
stars in full bloom
dressed the dark groom. 

The world could give 
some time to live. 

Her soft eyes rise
to see the skies
light up while you
drew her close to 
waltz the last dance.

A thought, a glance
flames of true love.

You gave a shove
and kissed her hard
a heart of guard
a taste of sweet 
fruit as lips meet.

Wisp sounds and lights 
through days and nights 
caught up in dreams
my own soft streams
as you lie by 
my side and tie
our breath as one. 
The sky we won.

2/3/2018

one syllable word 4 words per line

Poetry Contest:'Love Poem-Rhyme Only' 
Sponsored by:	Laura Loo
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Season's Dance

Sultry afternoon zephyr moves
Pacificator's calm
Rallying in spring's blossoms' dance
Inherit Hyacinth's balm  

Now dance Cherry blossom pink
Glide 'pon zephyr's faint breeze
Slip to the ground and rest in death
Unite in summer's ease

Move mighty oak branches~dance, groove
Mighty summer storm blows
Enjoy the strong breeze, clap and tap
Rinsed, energized leaves glow

Afternoons warm, cool autumn nights
Unusually dry air
Thrill to colorful leaves' tango
Unified dancing pairs

Moss is touched by ballerina
Neat steps of burgundy
Wisteria's yellow vines twist
In step so artfully

Nests are empty their numbers few
Tapestry of white embossed
Evergreens shake, snow waltzes down
Remember dances lost




Finis"
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: A Season's Dance
Written: September 28, 2013
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Poulter's measure:8,6,8,6 with rhyme only on the 6
The first letter of each line spells something

Premium Member This Christmas

This Christmas

      So it is Christmas, an unusual one;
       it will surely pass by and be gone.
     This unusual Christmas is in disarray
  that I feel like a kid asking Santa my way
    to visit and see me to ride in his sleigh
  so Rudolph can take me up, up and away.
    Oh, what fun it would be to be up there
  jingle my way, here, there and everywhere.


12/24/20   Tania Kitchin
Christmas Rhyme Only 8 - 12 Lines Premium
Prize Poetry

Premium Member Love Letter

Hope you care I remember you, heart of my heart,
(You aspiring young artists and poets at large),
Days I've left growing short, fewer balls in the air,
And my juggling skills never better than fair.

Carry me in your pocket, reminder to self,
Though tomorrow's scrap paper, take me for a ride.
In most poems produced, know I'm thinking of you,
Even absent, an interest in all that you do.

Sometimes Muse takes vacation when I’d like to work
Worse when internet hubs where we share need repair,
Mostly wastrels on tube and their language is tight,
Rhythm’s run off with rhyme, only free verse in sight.

Love to feel wordsmith's hammer beat under the oak,
He bellows his fire as forge purifies will. (1)
There is music at play both from memories past
And a struggle with sirens who'd smash his ship's mast. (2)

Don't make light of life's lessons though you still are young,
Or short shrift to your dreams that could float new career,
Nurture bones your muse gives, (heart and flesh you supply), (3)
Know this child will live after you: sweet bye, and bye!


Brian Johnston
August 2, 2017

Poet's Notes:
(1) A reference to one of my mother's favorite poems The Village Blacksmith by Longfellow.
(2) A reference to Homer's 'Odyssey' and Greek Mythology.
(3) A frequent theme in my poems that discuss writing poetry. I think that the muse's voice is never enough, that the first inspiration given is just the bare bones of what is waiting to be born! To not bathe these bones in love is, in fact, a crime and much worse than abortion!

Premium Member A Childs Christmas Hope

I hear the bells jingle, hoofs on the snow!
when white clouds rumble, is Santa on tow?
days are getting shorter but nights now grow,
I wait to hear someone go ho! ho! ho!!

Christams tree stands pretty by our fireside,
carol singers breath heaven, it’s yule tide!
candles on window, twinkling bulbs will guide,
when Santa calls, hope our chimney is wide!

early to bed we shall go, all tonight,
dreaming of a tomorrow far more bright,
snow will still be covering the world white,
new gifts will be waiting to our delight!

Premium contest winner(5)
Christmas rhyme 8-12 lines only
perfect rhyme only- checked on Rhyme zone
written 19/12/2020
Tania Kitchin

The Roses In the Crumble

I had run out of all the chocolate
Felt bore and wanted a pomegranate
Looked for in the fridge but didn't get
Further darkened the gray climate

Went out just for a little fresh air
Met the swinging braid of hair
A lot of stories woven there
The merrily moving black mare

I met her after a long time
A creeper in the swift climb
Ding-a-ling sounds of the wind chime
Though a little past her prime

Love sees neither season nor clime
In new blossoms shines the time
Sweeter tastes the mulled wine
The passion makes the blue sunshine

The tapped doors first hesitate
Once overcome opens the floodgate
Tall arose the purple spate
Time held in a churning wait

Both needed to unbridle
The pent up cascades a little
A lot of roses in the crumble
The moon arose from the parting cuddle
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February 22, 2018

Love Poem-Rhyme Only - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Laura Loo

Premium Member Simmering Intensity

Just a look
yet a torrent 
of hidden emotion

Just a smile 
yet a message 
of concealed affection

Just a touch 
yet an eruption 
of channelled passion



AP: 1st place 2022

Submitted on February 20, 2018 for contest LOVE POEM, RHYME ONLY sponsored by LAURA LOO  -  RANKED 2ND

Premium Member Her Night Before Christmas

The night before last year’s Christmas was freezing cold, 
my little granddaughter couldn’t keep excitement in hold, 
for she knew all the lovely gifts for her Santa would bring,
wanted the nightly hours to fly away quickly on wings. 

She’d heard that Santa would come through the chimney, 
if there was one in its place, she wanted herself to see. 
So, she rushed to the roof-top terrace, but didn’t find one, 
but I assured he would come through the window for fun.  

At night she didn’t let us close the wide window of her room,
outside the chilled wind from the snowfield we felt zoom. 
In sunburst morn seeing the gifts by her side she cried in joy, 
voice choked, her delight the spell of cold couldn’t destroy.

December 21, 2020
Rhyme checked at RhymeZone.com
Contest : Christmas Rhyme Only 8-12 Lines-Premium Prize
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin

Premium Member Rudolph

Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
Captures hearts when he does appear
To give Santa a shining light to lead him
So the Christmas cheer doesn’t ever dim

Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
With a bright hue that is so clear
Leads Santa to all the different houses
Where he visits more quietly than mouses

Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
Always goes back into high gear 
When they start for the North Pole
Happy to know he won’t be getting coal











Christmas Rhyme only 8 - 12 lines - Premium Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
December 19, 2020

If I should, per chance, win a prize (just a chance of course) I would like my prize to go to a worthy heart chosen by our sponsor! Merry Christmas everyone!

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