Best Rimes Poems
Cars are the wind on the streets
semi-truck wheels shriek thunder,
rain shatters against stone and brick walls
on dusty roads, oak trees fence with twigs—
wushu wooden clatters.
Dreadful arrays of dryads
azure and amethyst gossamer haze,
sleek, silken strikes gist an opera of wisteria,
as they sway to silver breeze's sibilant rustles.
They chant lullabies in lyrical lilts of hued iridescence,
of hearth and opals back to my scarlet nest.
Angelus silver trills, the sylphic sways of pure rays,
Coral rosary—incense strands of aurulent rimes
hum, endless hymns echo as choral evensong
alleluias softly peal out—doves with wet eyes
that drift upward on whispery—ethereal wings.
Ocean's plea emerges from apothic abyss,
a voice conveys the core of faxed shores and stars,
with earth and wind in a solemn tone.
A cosmic biography—in loud squeals and sighs
sea vernacular hinges on nature's lasting awe.
Breath goes to fog—snow melts into puddles—rain returns,
a china-white grave—encases the deceased deer,
before thawing in the morning—icy skin lies frozen.
An eerie distance holds my hand in a purifying blizzard.
Winter’s Womb 1-18-24 45 Syllables
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Winter’s Womb
In the temple of winter’s womb pearls of crystal plant snowflowers
Swaddled in thick quilts of snow in sacred silence nature swells
Frosty plumes birth from wild whirlwinds, in crystalline rhythmic rimes.
Nevermore, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : Nevermore
(In this translation of Paul Verlaine’s « Nevermore » , I must say I felt inveigled into adhering to the fixed form by making some unnecessary allowances just in order to respect the rime scheme. It would have been better if I had abandoned the effort at laboriously keeping to the original’s end-rimes. T. Wignesan)
Souvenirs, souvenirs, what do you want of me ? Autumn
Invites the thrush to fly through the air lifeless sans tone,
And the sun beats its rays down : relentless monotone
Over the yellowing wood where claps the North wind’s thunder tone.
We were walking all by ourselves as if in a dream,
She and I, haïr and thoughts buffeted by the wind’s non-esteem.
All of a sudden, she turned towards me her looks agleam
« Which was your most beautiful day ? » did her lively golden voice beam.
Her voice soft and sonorous, a fresh timbre angelic.
A discreet smile she did redeem as a reaction cyclic,
And her blanched hand I kissed with devoutness.
Oh ! the first flowers, how their scent liberates perfumes !
And the first sounds they emit akin to charming murmur
The first « yes » that escapes the lips of virgin dames consumes !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Weave bin tolled ain't nothin' rimes with orange!
Weave bin duped end eye prey with this exchange,
Two rebutt all that nonsense,
With sum poetic lyecense,
Butt doubt that vary few minds aye will change!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
“Spaceship”
how much pain can we bear being human?
I’m pretty sure that my mission is done here ...
"Spaceship" / LeAnn rimes
https://youtu.be/-MTQcTnr-M0
https://youtu.be/_1E6D_Mue1E
LYRICS/ Spaceship, LeAnn Rimes
https://genius.com/Leann-rimes-spaceship-lyrics
how I was feeling at 3am this morning, I had a moment.... while the cats serenaded me. For full enjoyment (impact), or not, watch OFFICIAL VIDEO, link here: -
LeAnn Rimes - spaceship (official music video)
https://youtu.be/-MTQcTnr-M0
In a woman such a man hides;
Alike, He rimes better with She.
More sense, She makes with He.
Because she embeds him;
He always consults she,
To produce clear sound;
And engender one great power in unity.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
“We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout”
And though we may dream of ‘Jackson’, the fire has yet to go out;
I smile as I idly think of you, tempting me still to this day,
And no matter how much time has passed, I know I’ll always say…
“Someone so perfect can’t be falling for me”
But your love is there, plain for me to see;
It never wanes from day to day,
You still show it blindly in your own way;
“I can still see love for me in your eyes”
Not a chance now for sad sobbing goodbyes;
We find in each other more than just lust,
It’s friendship and love based solely on trust;
Our love grows stronger with each passing year,
Through good times and bad, each smile and tear;
We sometimes reminisce about all the places that we’ve been,
You always seem to say “And I thought I loved you then”
*Johnny Cash (Jackson)
**Leann Rimes (Nothin' 'Bout Love Makes Sense)
***Shania Twain (Forever and For Always)
****Brad Paisley (Then)
I SUGGEST READING ALOUD TO MAKE SENSE OF THIS MESS
Eyed bean tort sins butt her might
nurse sirree rimes an pomes re site
pry Mary cull hers read an blew
numb hers wan two a tea to
Anne Singh a long width "Whet Whet Whet"
butt knot lettuce off thee alpha bet
off cause, eats plane four hugh two sea
eye no knot my aye, bee, sea
inn stead off righting poet tree
isle writer diction hairy
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I should right my wrongs here. In this piece there is not one word correctly spelled, yet they're all accepted English words. Spelling errors get right up my gut and in poetry they detract from the flavor.
MY SPELLING IS FINE
I'd been taught since but a mite
nursery rhymes and poems recite
primary colors red and blue
numbers one to eighty-two
and sing along with "Wet Wet Wet"
but not letters of the alphabet
of course it's plain for you to see
I know not my A, B, C
instead of writing poetry
I'll write a dictionary
Debbie, I know you asked for serious, bilingual poetry. I thought I'd throw this in the brew for fun. Loved your example, by the way. :)
" Revenant "
In direction unforeseen yet then 'nother am I drifted~
Winds have their way & through my whims have thus sifted~
Yet oft have been waves of similar significance~
Which may have been received with much less cognizance~
‘Tis said now & agin' were a man a bit more old~
Those truths which he ushered forth might not be so bold~
Were now I to be one o'the wiser & thusly called sages~
Methinks I'd be a'lookin' far far back through familiar ages~
Mebbe to those times of youth & greater glee~
Mebbe along those lines of women set so free~
Mebbe I'd look agin' & in so doin' so see~
Truth were so simply there right inside o'me~
‘Twere thoughts o'the mermaids all was it were~
If'n battles so waged created in mind still a stir~
I'd be a'not so a writin' this here little rime~
Nor fer certain would it be now not about time~
Nay say I naught ever dids't methinks~
Wherever whenever I took all me drinks~
‘Twere it so written in those stars way aloft~
Fer me to have grown old & verily so soft~
Fire dids't I breathe fer so so many o'those years~
Darin' & dancin' fer never a'knowin' such fears~
Damn'd so now to be found such a'thinkin'~
Lookin' yet agin' fer all maids to be a'winkin~
‘Tis silly methinks I've grown through these times~
So silly that methinks most always in such rimes~
Yet therein lies such question as to m'self must I ask~
‘Twas wha'for such a reason ye've taken yerself to task~
Aaaarrrrgh! Revenant! Thus I rumble from a'deep~
Awakenin' me ownself from greatest o'sleep~
‘Tis questions which do so bother me now all a'bluster~
‘Tis sense so common I'm a findin' hard to a'muster~
Answer me now those of ye in the know~
When where & wha'for does this wind now so blow~
I'm fer certain left with not any reasonable quip~
To any I'd be grateful fer any such a tip~
Nay nay now belay that I've just asked of ye all~
Fer were it fer certain time 'twouldn't be any such a ball~
Methinks I'll so settle back agin' in me familiar wild waves~
Takin' naught but those pleasures such as that which I craves!
SeaWolf
©
Nobody knows the real me.
Nobody knows how many rimes I've cried in my room when nobody was watching.
Nobody knows how many times lost hope, how many times ive been let down.
Nobody knows how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap,but I just don't for the sake of others.
Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad how horrible they truly are.
Nobody. Knows. Me.
There is a FRAUD and a THIEF
Apparently from Nigeria
Who plagiarizes all day long
He steals poetry for pleasure
And post on internet
Under his own name
His favorite source is
POETRYSOUP.COM
And who could blame him
We are the best cauldron
Of international poets
On the planet.
He goes by the name of ETTAH AUSTINE
And has no integrity, in his profile says:
"As a writer & a creator,
I'm giving you my experiences.
But just take what I give you.
You ain't got to pry beyond that."
The audacity… he’s basically admitting
That he’s stealing and not to ask questions !
ETTAH AUSTINE is a disgrace to POWER POETRY
He even has the gall to post a Leanne Rimes song!!!
They say the greatest form of flattery is theft of a poem
Or is it that the lowest shameless form
Of an excuse for a human being is a thief
We say get this ETTAH AUSTINE off the internet
If you resent having your poetry stolen
They’d love to hear it at
help@powerpoetry.org
posted on August 18, 2019
as COLLABORATION FROM POETRYSOUP.COM POETS
Aye, 'Tis so 'tis so... Chris D...
New 'twas me excuse...
As did I peruse...
Those comments on me rimes did flow...
Knew naught o'what might be right...
Thought with quick pen best be to write...
With no notion of seeming contrite...
To those that seemed fine ... with me rimes o'the time...
I'd simply jot down a line!
Thanx to they that had written...
To them whot me rimes had so smitten...
Was me plan all along...
So thought I couldna be wrong...
SeaWolf
" Mom's Rime "
Sailing across an ocean deep...
those colours so all a'glitter~
I've found time is mine all away...
if I so choose to fritter~
Thus now does tedium seep...
of task so many and long~
'Tis plentiful then this time I fancy...
with which to think in song~
Rime becomes such music so...
puts my mind at ease~
Thus in doing 'tis now I find...
that it's me myself I please~
Oft be such.. time I'll find...
these rimes do run together~
Magic thus now found aloft...
Of birds all of a feather~
So now it is that this day so...
has me with thought of another~
A day which has itself to say...
a rime or song I'd ruther~
Where I sage or prophet thus...
No reason to ask for clue~
I'd sail off... forget this thought...
and pay the devil his due~
Yet rime that sings in mind this song...
reminds me so of pleasure~
Only that which my youth did find...
was so great and grand a treasure~
Were it not for age.. and wisdom thought...
I'd not be thinkin' this way~
Nor would I know one treasure is naught...
but about a Mother and her day~
For now I know those days were fine...
and ever full of fun~
That were it not for her gentle laugh...
and smile warm as sun~
I'd be not the sailor I am this day...
nor would I be a man~
Was my Mom always up her sleeve...
did have for me this plan~
So then it must be with gratitude...
and a heart near soft as hers~
I say to all I've lived a ball...
of times with no such measures~
By any standards other than those...
for which my sweet Mom did live~
Her thoughts were always of direction pure...
her desire to only give~
She sails now seas of harmony...
where winds are warm and soft~
She's my Mom forever... so then in heart...
my mind does feel her oft~
Warm words and songs of fancy sprung...
so ever and always fun~
Truth be known now finally I'm grown...
her treasure was just me her son~
SeaWolf
©
The wind snaps through the trees,
Swift, chill, and hoar,
Telling of the winter it sees,
That comes to lair once more.
Brown leaves stubbornly cling,
To the blackened ends of stems,
Rattling and rustling, do they sing,
Of winter’s final omens.
The geese fly south with a lonesome cry,
Forming an arrow to warmer climes,
Flying they stretch across the sky,
To flee from difficult future times.
The small ponds, chill they grow,
Forming rimes of frost,
Green things do they cease to know,
As warmth is quickly lost.
The earth becomes brown and torn,
Matted with dying weeds,
Once green fields are now forlorn,
And the streams are filled with rattling reeds.
The sky is filled with clouds so grey,
Casting a perpetual gloom,
The chill of winter is on its way,
Weaving frosts as a loom.
hilary duff my sweet
command to meet the sweetness
love is dripping hot
leann rimes a god
the sweltering fortress of
life and love and sex
julia roberts
pace yourself in my mind cause
rotations are fast