Best Rhyming Couplets Poems


Premium Member Love Is

List form also in rhyming couplets:


Love is patience one has with a difficult child.
Love is a man supporting his wife in her trials.
Love is a wife who remains “for better or worse.”
Love’s not just doling dollars out from your purse.
Love is giving aid and time for someone that’s in need.
Love is not words alone; it’s doing a good deed.
Love is a hug for someone crabby or sad.
Love is holding your tongue when someone treats you bad.
Love is not for just your own sister and brother.
Love is for all. God says, “Love one another.”
Love is showing kindness everywhere you can.
Love is forgiveness – even of a really bad man!
Love is not easy when others do you wrong.
Love is showing compassion all day long.
Love is not saying, “I’d do it if I could.”
Love is in saying, “I’ll do it, and I’ll do it good.”
Love is not just for the one whom you adore.
Love is for everyone and so much more.
Love is what would change wrong things to right.
Love is what would change our darkness into light.

August 21, 2022 for the Meaning of Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Premium Member Kiss of the Breeze

Butterfly rhythms playing on silent wings
 To the verdant refrain of springtime strings

 Iridescent dance of the dragonfly
 Waltzing with the wind beneath azure sky

 Flowers blushing at the kiss of the breeze
 As spring smiles upon the birds and the bees

 Fragrant scent of lilac lilts through the vale
 Chorus of daffodils sway in the dale

 Pink blossoms reflection in tranquil lake
 Swans find serenity, ripples they make

 3-22-2021
 Rhyming Couplets Contest
 Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Let Me Come In

Suspended like a lemon drop
 on the tongue of night
the moon melts—

there was a child who eyed the sky
through his black lashes crows did fly

Haze, ever present,
on this humid September eve,
blurs the edges of reality
calling forth images 
	sweet beginnings
the howls of wolf—
the warmth of blood.

a teddy bear he held to him
Ma said the wolf cried—let me in

Fireflies fly near the 
sparkler’s
	spinning 
lamplight
bathes his white blanket in blue.

under the cover he runs boohoo
after all he was only two!



*2 rhythms- free verse & rhyming couplets


Premium Member New Deal

New Deal

Black Tuesday
     October 1929
     Vanishing wealth; stocks decline

Great Dust Bowl
     Windstorms and drought, top soil gone
     Breadbasket empty; nature’s con

FDR
     He’s the man, New Deal imposed
     Opportunities renewed; hopes rose

New Deal Reigns
     Work offered by the CCC
     Saves the lost American dream

Recession Echo
     The winter plunge 2009
     Who will save our dreams this time?

Reality Knocks
     Frustration with Congress, current events
     November elections a time to vent

New Deal Needed
     Americans looking for leadership
     Power from sheep about to be stripped



*For Constance, a Rambling Poet’s “Create your own form, maybe?” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
I work frequently in this form that I choose to call “Headline Couplets.”  It includes a 
headline followed by rhyming couplets that address the concept, person or event in 
the first line of three-line verses.  Probably inspired by my years as a journalist.

Premium Member I Cannot Say

I cannot say how poems come to be-
from just one thought to full reality.

I cannot say how I hunt down my words
to image themes like nature, flowers, birds.

Or then select a form to fit the theme;
be it free verse, haiku, or rhyming scheme.

Or count the syllables for metered flow;
select the feet of two or more to show

a rhythm, smooth or anapestic dance
to make the words behave or wildly prance.

Or think I'm done, but then see that I'm not;
to then rewrite and add what I forgot.

From just one thought to full reality-
I cannot say how poems come to be.


April 29, 2016

~1st Place~
Contest: Rhyming Couplets
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Judged: 05/25/2021

~9th Place~
Contest: Preterition
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Judged: 05/17/2016

Preterition is a poetic technique: drawing attention to 
something by claiming to omit it, but then really defining it 
by actually saying what you claim you cannot say.

Form: Couplet / Iambic Pentameter

Premium Member Animal Antics

I just found out two poodles that I bought
were ferrets!  Ay caramba! And guess what?

To make each one resemble less a rat,
they gave them steroids, making them both fat!

They also fluffed their pretty fur just so
around their heads. So how was I to know?

Each one looked so much like a toy poodle
they had me fooled - whole kit and caboodle!

Our veterinarian has verified
the facts for me. Those poodle dealers lied.

And folks now say I should have realized
the truth, which stared at me with beady eyes!

Those ferrets sure run fast; I think I’ll buy
two tiny leashes, or else I could try. . . 

to sucker someone stupider than me.
Hey, buy one poodle; get the other free!


For  Janice Canerdy's Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest

* I wrote this April 22, 2013 after hearing a news story about a guy who actually believed he had bought a poodle when it was a ferret on steroids! See above for the link to the news footage!


Premium Member On Grandpa's Farm

On Grandpa’s farm we rose to summer’s light,
then stayed outside – sometimes till dark of night.

There was a gated big front yard and tree
and hollyhocks, so pretty, growing free.

Behind the house there was a tool shed and
some old machines with which to till the land.

Unused were they, and I recall one day
we sat on one of them while at our play.

A swarm of bees rose up. I swear they chased
us unrelentingly as home we raced!

Except for that one incident, our days
were wonderful! On soft grass we would laze.

There was a lane that we’d go walking down.
It led to an old road, which led to town.

We picked soft pussywillows  on that lane.
Raspberries too – which gave our grins a stain!

Long gone is Grandpa’s farm where we once stayed
and Grandpa too. . . but feelings never fade.

An oldie for Janice Canerdy's Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest

Premium Member I Miss You Big Brother Potd

Remember when we were young, you and I 
Bit of boyish mischief we used to cause 
The swearing, pushing, shoving, and punches 
We'd put on the charm when it came to mom 

Bit of boyish mischief we used to cause 
You, big brother, I followed and looked up to 
We'd put on the charm when it came to mom 
Inseparable, we stood by one another 

You, big brother, I followed and looked up to 
We went our different paths as we grew 
Inseparable, we stood by one another 
I miss the fun times when we were kids 

We went our different paths as we grew 
The swearing, pushing, shoving, and punches 
I miss. The fun times when we were kids 
Remember when we were young, you and I 


2/8/2020

A plain Pantoum not a rhyming pantoum 

Contest Name PANTOUM 
Sponsored By: Line Gauthier

February 10, 2020 POTD
 
Typically a pantoum is made up of two rhyming couplets, however, Western writers altered and adapted the form, the importance of rhyming and brevity diminished. So, pantoums do not need to rhyme.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Bottom of Bottle

At bottom of a glass of wine, finds truth
If he has a second, becomes uncouth,

If he has a third, he spits as he talks
Finally by 4th he wobbles as walks,

By the fifth can hardly stand, it’s his call
Just a drop left, let me finish it all,

The whore that is with him is just as bad,
Why do this, are they both insane, quite mad,

He has hit rock bottom, where to from now,
He feels himself slipping, and wipes his brow.

Submitting: To contest " Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest"
Sponsor : Janice Canerdy
Date: 10/04/2021

Premium Member Daisy

Oh, I remember Daisy from my youth.
Memories filled with joy, and that’s the truth.

I never knew a calf could be so sweet.
She smelled like clover in the summer heat.

I threw my arms around her, hugged her tight.
Her mother had been stolen in the night.

She cried for her the way a calf will do.
Then she listened hard for her mama’s moo.

I knew she wanted mama's milk real bad.
She sucked my little hand, that's all I had.

I loved that little calf with big brown eyes.
We'd meet each morning as the sun would rise.

I came home from school on my saddest day.
My step-dad had taken Daisy away.

Sometimes I remember how hard I cried.
And sometimes still, I brush a tear aside.

I think that I was seven at the time.
To have a pet like Daisy was sublime.

4-25-21  

Rhyming Couplets~5th Place Premier Contest~
Contest Judged:  5/25/2021 10:27:00 PM
Sponsored by: Janice Canerdy |

Premium Member Rainbow Seeds

Rattling like Skittle packets in my hand,
seeds so miniscule will become so grand.

Bull's Blood Beets and Brandywine Tomato
begin the extensive garden rainbow.

Scarlet Nantes Carrots hide in the earth,
while Cronus Pumpkins expand showy girth.

Honeygold Corn boasts a barbecue treat.
Sweet Banana Peppers reach for the heat.

Green abounds in salad varieties
and fresh-off-the-vine, crisp Sugar Snap Peas.

Blue Vantage Cabbage leaves will soon enfold.
Borage attracts bees, periwinkle bold.

Purple Queen Bush Beans will lean together
while eggplant shines in dry August weather.

Like candy dreams, my mouth starts to water
with consumption hopes when days get hotter.


5-1-2021
Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy

Premium Member Leaves Fall On My Face

Nesting birds singing in the trees so tall, 
They look grand in the summer, spring, or fall.

Drenched in the warm early morning sunlight- 
Flowerbed beauties soft buds unfold bright.

I lay, laud and favor whilst breeze flows through 
A  graceful  pace  in  a  meadow  of  blue.

Tree leaves fall freely on my head and face, 
Each float slowly finding a resting place.

As long as the sun is shining, you'll find 
Blossoming blooms; bees lingering behind.

Tiny flower clusters snug and fruity, 
Etched on earth memory of their beauty.



4/28/2020

Poetry Contest: Rhyming Couplets'
Sponsored By:	Janice Canerdy
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Mother Nature's Crowded House

Graceful flamingo flocks prance into spring,
And trees budding green host hordes on a wing.

In pine trees, squirrels scamper to sunshine,
And dragonflies and blooms grace the tree line.

Crickets chirp whole summer nighttimes away,
Then vast herds of elk run all through midday.

Butterfly bliss means pink mass migrations,
While enthralling people teem proud nations.

Through mountain meadow, vale, forest and sea,
Spring's bursting all over, warm and carefree!


Written on 3/21/2021
For: Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy

Premium Member Walking Away Healed Me

WALKING AWAY HEALED ME


I wanted truth, you told me lies,
you love me but you agonize.
Now, I am glad you acting mild
for I and her have reconciled.

I walked away with  troubled breast
but within, echoes, I am blessed.
The fallen tears dried soon, I smiled
for I and her have reconciled.

Your shouts, your doubts: they made me strong!
You are unaware, I reviled
but this I don't like as swan song
for I and her have reconciled.

Gone are the days, you crushed my dreams,
I strive. I thrive. I became wild
but I am here, crowned with soft beams
for I and her have reconciled.

With a face healed from pains and fears,
a warrior but still a child,
I cry quiet, my loudest tear
for I and her have reconciled.
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***Kyrielle - rhyming couplets or quatrains 
with a refrain repeated in the last line
                 
7:08 pm, December 14, 2015

Premium Member David the Gnome - the Narrative Style

~David The Gnome~ 
(Rhyming Couplets) 


Hello there dearie, my name is David the Gnome 
And this is my home, Sweet Home 
And you're most welcome to roam 
Around, and read each and all of my poems 

My library as you can see is built just like a dome 
With the finest wood that came all the way from Stockholm 
I read a lot, but I prefer that chap Sherlock Holmes 
His detective stories make me feel quite at home 

My dear wife just left to get some sweet honey-comb 
Last year we traveled all the way to Rome 
That was so cool, we also visited the Catacomes 
And we went to see also our dear friend Jerome 

I got the most wonderful and historical tome 
About all the living world's Gnomes 
And I am David the Gnome 
One of the oldest of all the Gnomes 

So please feel free again to visit my home 
Don't be afraid of those nasty trolls that roam 
Or landing anytime you want at my aerodrome 
My friends the birds have wings built stronger than chrome. 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009



January.2.2016

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