Best Rhymes Poems
Somewhere deep inside my swirling symphonies,
In the blades of silence and the clouds of chaos,
I find you ,
The rhythm of your rhymes,
The syllables of your sorrows,
The luminosity of your limericks,
Cumulating into a concoction of violin vibrancy,
A dangerous beauty making words glide far better than olympians on ice,
It is there,
Seeped elegantly , in the effortlessly executed flows,
Your feverish humor and intoxicating zest garnished in a sea of marble magnificence ,
A magical mind of a musical marvel,
You, the aura of rhymes! What a breeze of blessing you have become,
to this bruised being that shelters a wounded heart,
to this drained dreams that fears the fire that flourishes my art,
Thank you to your weaves,
The words you wrap around me like a warm horizon,
Setting a smile to those who look upon the breathtaking creature you craft.
A tender smile, a fleeting glance
Eyes that meet to touch the soul
Missed beats of hearts and minds, in trance
A deepened sense of something whole
To feel that urge, beyond control
To share all things of mind and heart
Bring warmth and comfort to the soul
And of the whole, become a part
Within each aura’s brilliant glow
A touch of closeness, heartfelt rays
Spring surge of passions that bestow
Warm radiance of inner blaze
Strong flowing currents charged with fire
Bathe in the light of endless glow
That fan, and feed true love’s desire
A current sparked with- constant flow
Surrender fear, lay each soul bare
Two beating hearts, as one, to care
And bond as one love to declare
Two open souls, in silence, share
This one goes out to a special poetry souper.
Dedicated to an unknown rhythmic ink trooper.
Her poetic pen is mightier than any sword,
she cares not for attention nor craves to be adored.
Not a daily poster, but like petals her words grow,
releasing deep thoughts like tranquil rivers flow.
Pouring out pain, portraying a life full of commotion,
she's never afraid to reveal deep repressed emotion.
Nonchantly, composing sonnets, prose and monorhymes.
A 'free verse' soul with a pure gift, ahead of the times.
Sometimes her humour can lead to hysterics.
Other times her words sing like melodic song lyrics.
From undefined uncertainties to unseen and unheard,
they're relatable verses, reflected through sentiments stirred.
Elegant as a redolent rose with that Midas touch.
Her art is like a masterpiece that needs no retouch.
Needs not hide behind metaphors to create her poetry.
Hails from an island of sapphire skies and turquoise sea.
I know her journey has faced a mountain of adversity
and living among devious souls has caused controversy.
Despite the darkness, she glows like a lantern at night.
In times of trouble, always finds the willpower to write.
When torment arrives, stabbing my heart with spears,
she's always there to ensure my mind's not full of fears.
A honest heart with the modest grace of a pacifier.
Has formed a legacy of an unassuming versifier.
Like a peacock spreading beauty - flamboyantly.
For me, the Aura of Rhymes is poetic royalty.
In rhymes sublime I dream that I’m in summer time,
recalling green and the lake pristine where we would go.
To find the lake, a trail we’d take and then we’d climb!
With no worry, in no hurry – we took it slow.
Chipmunks we’d see; we’d laugh with glee as they would flee.
How they would scurry – cute and furry – from our sight.
Wildflowers too were plucked by you – to give to me.
A queen was I and you - my guy - a shining knight!
Just us, the trees and feeling ease in summer’s breeze!
One sweet July with clear blue sky I think of still.
Oh, what you’d planned! Ring on my hand. You asked me please
to be your wife for all our life. I said, “I WILL!”
Wind was blowing; I was glowing with the knowing
that we two would say “I do” at summer’s end.
Our lake we found (no one around!) With joy showing,
you gave a grin; I jumped in with my true-love friend!
Nov. 11, 2020 for Joseph May's In Rhymes Sublime Poetry Contest
“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg.
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Stirring souls, poetry just knows,
Love, fire, boldest winds of desire,
Rains blessing, song without a choir.
Words pouring out soft, gentle prose,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Glistening dreams, love to extremes,
Beckoning from silence that screams.
Dance of dances, fluid verses,
Poetry that grace coerces,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Poems who don’t just tell but shows.
Rhymes and rhythms, tenderly abide,
Singing of light, sometimes wild-eyed,
Hearts might remain in the shadows,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Two hearts of lovers that beat as one,
Ignite each soul while kissing under the sun.
Loo humour it is my forte
Risqué rhymes, I’ll write night and day
I’ve finished next book
Will you dare to look
It’s naughty – that’s all I will say!
In the rain I see clear...
Through the clouds I can hear...
Behind a wall I can write...
Scribing words in the night...
Moonlight shines on every line...
Sunrise brings the final rhyme...
See the world in my view...
From dreams to words it all grew...
My words are birds hatched from ideas
and nourished by my own opinions, beliefs and memories.
Nature too provides me with inspiration and wings to fly!
I build nests using poetic devices and various poetry forms – often rhymed.
nests of many thoughts
creatively constructed . . .
birdlings I set free
June 5, 2020 for Line Gauthier's Rhymes and Reasons Contest
Checked by WordCounter- prose less than 40 words
There's a poet called the Aura of Rhymes,
whose grammar is full of poetic crimes,
but she doesn't give a damn,
shows she's not an AI scam.
Her words still enchant like charming wind chimes.
Stars brightly shine, up in the sky,
like peridots aching to fly,
unfurling sage dreams so divine.
Up in the sky, stars brightly shine.
I know not rhymes, to weave these views,
but in mere ethereal hues,
I knit violet prose sometimes.
To weave these views, I know not rhymes.
I see the light, sparkling in gold,
when this frail heart is caged and cold.
I hear jewels sing, as I write,
sparkling in gold, I see the light.
Muse is the moon, when ink is mute
revealing the deep timeless root~
of the faded flowers that croon,
when ink is mute, muse is the moon.
Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes for adults?
One, two Buckle My Shoe
One, two, Got caught cheating on you
Three, four, we got a divorce
Five, six, how much do I get?
Seven, eight,I have a hot date
Nine, ten, Got married again!
Do Your Ears Hang Low?
Do your breasts hang low?
And not stay where they go?
When you lay down on your bed,
They social distance like covid!
Lost in the woods way out?
They're like a compass, pointing South.
Do your breasts hang low?
Ring Around the Rosy
Ring around the toilet
And you just ignore it
Some men are asses,
Put the seat down!
Little Miss Muffet
Little Miss Muffet
Joined a commune to rough it
Eating organic each day
Along came a spider
Who offered to hide her
If she'd be friends
and not run away
Baa, Baa Black Sheep
Baa,baa, black sheep
You think you are so cool
Being a rebel, skipping days of school
Once to go swimming, once to just hang out
In this family that's not what we're about
Baa,baa, black sheep
You think that you are cool?
No sir, no sir, you are just a fool.
Mary Had A Little Lamb
Mary had a little lamb
His fleece was white as snow
Because the Son of God,
No sin did he know.
He followed me to school one day
which was against the rules
They said we're not allowed to pray
Or speak of him at school
Why does the Lamb love me so?
And hear my every cry?
He loves everyone you know
And that is why He died.
Just passing by
to say a sweet hi.
You need not ask why
and please don't tell me bye
cos, If I say I do not fear that, I lie.
I am ready to take up wings and fly
reaching any heights no matter how high
provided it will lead me to sing someday
"you are my, my my"
Your trade, I wanna ply
your world, I wanna try.
Whatever is the cost, I can buy
and surely, you will have no reason to sigh
cos I'm just a normal guy
who, for you; is even ready to die.
My bedroom has a rug on the wood floor,
Many colorful squares are everywhere.
I made a tall blue tower up my door,
It went into the pretty orange air.
Building away from the Lego red bear,
Rusty the red bear wants to tickle me.
Up the tall blue tower I now must flee.
A tisket, a tasket
He peed in her basket
He stuck in his thumb
Is he ever dumb
She sat on a tuffet
Muffet couldn't 'rough it'
Jill went up the hill
Jack sure got a thrill
Peas porridge hot
Hits her sweet spot
The Prince put on her slipper
Then dove right into her
If you think this is too daring ~
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