Best Rhyming Couplets Poems
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
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
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
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.
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
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!
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
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.
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
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 |
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
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
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
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
~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