Best Rhyming Poems
Double Rhyming Sonnets, Each A Perfect One Hundred Words
(1.)
Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights Of Deepest Sublime,
A set of double rhyming sonnets
Rhyme for rhyme, poetry's seeking heart yearns
to bring beauty, setting this world ablaze
raging fires- eternity's breath burns
man and soul, to defeat world's morbid grey-
And often like dawn's refreshing new breath
gifting unto Love's bounty, deepest kiss
such treasures that survive past mortal death
in Art's true glow, far beyond life's esquisse.*
Yet poetic depths in hearts must be taught
to stir imagination to well span
far, far beyond what normal life has brought
into wicked world created by man.
Rhyme for rhyme, sail lights of deepest sublime.
Some born in glory to stop Hands of Time.
R. J. Lindley, 8-26- 1975, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words
( Why Poetry Stirs Mortal Hearts, Oft So Soothes The Soul )
(2.)
When Mercy Is Ghost Within Dying Mists
When Fated curse decreed loving a bust
into tormenting abyss life did slip,
dearest treasure with its glow born from lust
now a barnacle on a sunken ship-
Alas! Truth can be such a tragic blow
as heart deeply crushed often never mends
tho' in false pride one may put forth a show
reality states ills future portends!
To taste yet again her honey-sweet lips
and dwell yet again in her silken bed
behold her buxom charms and sexy hips
I would drink again, agonies I've bled.
When mercy is ghost within dying mists,
Torn are memories of romantic trysts.
R.J. Lindley, June 6th, 1973, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words ( Oft Fleeting Are Joys Of Misspent Youth )
Rhyming Doubles On My Muse's Stern Command
He who Lives, to green woods explore
and bathe in glowing moonlit streams
shall find his Love, begging for more
than pale ghosts in late midnight dreams!
She who his hot passion bestirs
in its fires, warms her eager heart
asks not for gold, diamonds or furs
instead, he a sweeter path chart!
He that her hand truly adores
in her light and grace, truly shine
oft wades along paradise shores
where sincere poets oft opine!
She that in his stead, falls to pray
accepts life's wrath and its dread
as for his sins she must then pay
sorrows born, when to death he fled!
He who lives, to green woods explore
and bathe in glowing moonlit streams
shall find his love, begging for more
than pale ghosts in late midnight dreams!
Robert J. Lindley, 11/21/2019
Rhyming doubles, on my muse's stern command
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I Then In Silver Silence Fell
My muse cried in my night dream,
to you, I gift a lyric sweet
so your honor you may redeem
and thus your hide, I will not beat!
I wept, you are oft my sad woe
in humble pride, I write my tales
caring not which way each spell flows
thus with freedom, my true ship sails.
My muse, to this cry was bemused
but with anger great, she then rose
tis' I that you truly abused
after I your worthless hide chose!
I then in silver silence fell
and in my morrows, saw so true
I had her under my dark spell
and thus my freedom could renew!
My muse cried in my night dream,
to you, I gift a lyric sweet
so your honor you may redeem
and thus your hide, I will not beat!
Robert J. Lindley, 11/21/2019
Rhyming doubles, on my muse's stern command..
Note:
Sometimes you just gotta cut loose and let the
captive rhymes dance and outward flow....
as in verses from a past youth's meandering
and lighthearted compositions....
As in the in the dark abyss of *Dark verse* one can not be embrace its blackness for too long.
Sneak up on their prey
very silent and deadly
don't get in their way.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.12/2015
NOTE: I don't know if I did these right. This is for a contest started a long time ago that i believe closes out tonight. Each decade has its own title, and one of the titles has to be "Battle of the Sexes." These are not monoku but I don't know what else to call them.
‘“Good Golly, Miss Molly!”
With Elvis’ pelvis and Rock n’ Roll’s beat, the teenage rebellion had to taste sweet.
“Crimson and Clover”
“Crimson and Clover” played over and over; STONES came to life midst social strife.
“American Pie”
Bye bye to American pie. Bees Gees were “Staying Alive.” Rock could barely survive.
"Battle of the Sexes" (Video killed the Radio Star)
Michael and Madonna making rhyme in a changing time; some recall it as sublime!
“U Can’t Touch This”
Nirvana dreams and still it seem - good times and prosperity were happening for ME!
March 19, 2016
At times I've filled in a 200 page pad in a day
Yet I still had more to say
I've always liked rhyming I just find it fun
My mind is always thinking so there isn't a time when my rhymes are done
Even when I'm writing simple rhymes
You'd lose your mind by some of the things my pencil finds
I like being lyrical so sometimes I'm Bending words
I won't always rhyme with the ending word
You couldn't keep count of the pieces of paper that my pen gets through
I make a beautiful story out of the ugliness that men step through
Sometimes I like to switch it up and use rhymes that are multi syllable
I've still not yet gone fully lyrical
I grew up listening to the thoughts of Nas and the rhymes of Rakim
So you can't compete with the lines I'm jotting
Blasting Wu Tang and Big Pun to sound out the screams and sadness
Constantly trying to come up with new ideas, rhyme schemes and patterns
Loving Hip-Hop got me to start writing double rhymes
I picked up a pen and rhyming saved my troubled mind
I've always liked rhyming I just find it fun
Time to start my next poem so my rhymes aren't done
Dear Jan, I hope you enjoy :)
THE RHYMING QUEEN OF POOP
Jan sits on her throne singing
Ting-a-ling tinkling
Wrapping TP ‘round and ‘round
Hoping solids come unbound
Queen of Poop’s puckered up
But happily she rhymes whilst a back-up
Yet relief emanates with a ka-boom
And an ah-ha whisked away with TP broom.
Red velvet cake
On my table
Make no mistake
Ain't no fable
Newly bought dresses
Tantalise me
Inamorato confesses -
Crazy for thee
02/16/18
Christmas soon, very busy Elves,
the busy, busy, busy Elves,
all packing presents from the shelves,
all packing, each one tagged.
All checked, addressed then safely bagged,
then safely, safely, safely bagged,
the sleigh now loaded, warmly lagged,
the sleigh, its lagging gay.
Christmas eve, Santa on his way.
Yes! On his, on his, on his way,
Red-nosed Rudolf pulling his sleigh
Red-nosed happy elves done.
Christmas soon, very busy Elves,
Red-nosed, happy Elves, done.
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The Rhyming Wave is a poetry form created by Katharine L. Sparrow, an American writer and poet. She herself will tell you the form is complicated. Check her out http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/rhyming-wave/
https://www.poetrysoup.com/syllables/lagged (flawed)
Whispers in my head I hear it all so clearly
Negativity in my brain bordering on weary
Enemy caught me when I was very weak
Tortured me for the treasure that they sought to seek
Vigil I remained though I admit that they were close
To destroying what I had that was saving me the most
Then I remember in that moment that I am stronger than I think
So I started focusing on the other side of the chain link
It keeps me strong it keeps me sane
It keeps me going it keeps me trained
And so the enemy caught me but I got out of their trap
Now I know where they're hiding I got them marked on my map
You'd think that I'd call out the troops and take them by seige
Arrest them detain them and make them my liege
Treat them like dirt torture and maim
Paybacks a and all for my pain
But thats not how I roll for if I did I'd be them
Blood on my hands brazen in sin.
WISH COLLECTOR
To the collector of wishes
I wish you well
Perhaps you’ve lost mine
within your pail
To the collector of wishes
Please recheck
Perhaps its still there
Within its depths
To the collector of wishes
My hopes are slim
Perhaps some new stars
Are much too dim
To the collector of wishes
I’ll wish anew
Perhaps maybe this time
It won’t go askew
To the collector of wishes
I wish you well
Perhaps this new wish
Will find your pail
© Debra Squyres 10/02/2019
MY DEAREST DARLINGS
A
Rhyming Wave
Poem
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Dearest Darling, my true love, you!
My true love, true love, true love, you!
Our hearts forever will be true.
Our hearts oft beat as one.
Each day the flowers, blooming, fun.
All blooming, blooming, blooming fun.
Natures gifts, the first, our son!
Natures gifts, two more girls.
Life now full of fun, laughter, twirls!
Much laughter, laughter, laughter, twirls!
A happy boy, two happy girls!
A happy mum and dad!
Dearest Darling, my true love, you!
A happy mum and dad!
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icy kiss of death
frozen on sweet autumn’s breast
winter’s frosty breath
frozen crystal spears
melting in a thousand tears
joyful spring is here
what were buds on trees
live there dreams in lush green leaves
kissed by summer breeze
life begins to wane
summer bursting into flames
autumn’s sweet refrain
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Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Written: march 1, 2011
For: Carol Brown’s Nature Rhyming Haiku contest.
Awarded: First Place
Plastics, yes, a bane on all life,
A bane on, bane on, bane on life!
All our pollution causing strife!
All our world, in peril!
All our denials, will it kill?
So will it, will it, will it kill?
It does and who pays? Pays the bill?
Nature, its hands forced!
Nature, seasons gone, all done, sourced!
Yes all done, all done, all done, sourced!
We are too late it's now divorced!
Why do we still use it?
Plastics, yes, a bane on all life,
Why do we still use it?
I hired a robot
To write poems for me
Now I'm able to rhyme
In modern technology
Though his imagination
Isn't quite up to par
The relaxation I get
Outweighs it by far
From 0 to 1
To 1 0 1
He likes to write
In binary bytes for fun
As long as the rhymes
Keep flowing from him
He can have all that is mine
From the head of my pen
If all this goes well
We'll just wait and see
But I might even hire
A robot to read poems for me
Getting Old
I used to look so young and slim
I could wear anything I chose
now I buy from tent shops
it's the only way to get clothes
I can't rise without a noise
the ground feels so far away
my bones creak and groan
as upwards I sway
These days I like to sit and read
before I could run and play
I would dance all night given half a chance
now I just sit and decay
My hair turned grey long ago
I nap now maybe twice a day
many things are different now
as I reach another birthday
But in my mind nothings changed
I'm still that young girl inside
a little wiser hopefully
just with a bigger backside
I see her in the mirror still
as I stand there and apprise
she's a little hidden now
but just gaze into my eyes
That's where the girl is still
who loved to party night and day
you only see my age now
but the girl is here to stay
Ok, maybe I'm slower now
but I can still party with the best
just have me home by tea time
so I can have a rest.