Best Some Rhyme Poems
Write here, right now. Write now, right here!
Capture the moment while it's near
and seize the day. You now know how:
write now, right here; write here, right now.
The rhyme is tight. The time is right
to write some rhyme this time of night –
a rite of writing, lacking light.
The time is right, the rhyme is tight.
Another draft you craft in ink.
No lucre comes from thoughts you think;
though relatives may think you daft,
you craft in ink another draft.
All you can see you then can say.
At dawn, as dark dissolves to day,
with light, you write. In poetry,
you then can say all you can see.
The play’s the thing, you need to play
with words. Then, playfully they say
what makes the heart smile, cry, or sing;
you need to play, the play’s the thing.
Now play on words and let them dance
in rhymes and rhythms of romance;
teach them to sing like carefree birds
and let them dance. Now play on, words!
[swap quatrain]
written 18 July 2021
As fog saturates every living thing
Penetrating dampness coats trees and shrubs, flowers
Here in my aloneness my open heart bring
And I know upon me your grace will shower
"Here I am to worship, here I am to bow down
Here I am to say that you're my God
You're altogether lovely, altogether worthy
Altogether wonderful to me"
Thank you for your beauty, thank you for loving
Thank you for your gracious forgiveness
I want to say that you're my Holy God
Here I am once more only You I adore
As the sun cast red upon the horizon
Each bird sings their unique lovely song
The sounds of man's inventions nosily run
Where just earth's creatures' souns belong
What was it like before man's creativeness
Brought the noise of engines running loud and long
Just to be able to commune with nature's liveliness
And hear each creature's morning lovely song
"And here I am to worship, here I am to bow down
Here I am to say that you're my God
You're altogether lovely, altogether worthy
Altogether wonderful to me"
In quotation marks: Chris Tomlin
Hymn or Praise song
Here I Am Worship
This is a mixed writing
Some rhyme and some not
M isemployments historically abound,
I nterestingly enough, where no politicians are found.
S light of hand and twist of fact,
E nergies are wasted on the wrong tract.
M ost often there’s an underlying cause,
P reaching its’ worth won’t get any applause.
L essining the risk has no economic appeal,
O thers try repeatedly to obscure the deal.
Y ears go by with ever increasing investment,
M any troops are lost by political impressments.
E nter NOT some rhyme or reason,
N otwithstanding might be accusations of treason.
T here is one axiom to be used in order to win,
S urely we should remember, it’s harder to get OUT than IN!
For the acrostic challenge contest.
This in no way should cast any aspersions of our brave men and women in service.
God bless them all!
Our ancestors roamed ‘cross the seas
way long before my time
and conquered lands so strange to us,
but ever so divine.
But since they crossed that salty pond
they’ve changed you must agree,
no man from here… the ‘motherland’
would waste our precious tea.
So now a ‘Great Divide’ appears
on both sides of the brine,
though all of us in our own way
are doing really fine.
I think that some must see us here
as ‘Lords and Ladies’ bold
or peasants wearing our flat caps
just doing as we’re told.
There’s them that feel an Englishman
must keep ‘stiff upper lip’
and never utter words that try
to make a funny quip.
I hadn’t really noticed this
‘til just the other day.
when passing comments on some rhyme
I tried to have my say.
I thought, alas, the authoress
would understand my lines
but she was very hurt by them
and said I was unkind.
But it’s a compliment to find
I’ve savoured all your rhyme,
took it to heart and then replied
though joking at the time.
I never would upset a friend
or so I thought ‘til then,
for poetry floods through ‘my’ veins
and ends up on my pen.
May I explain the humour here
is really from my heart,
the ‘words’ you see are just for fun,
it’s feelings I impart.
Oh tell me why I’m misconstrued,
I’ll hang my head in shame
if ever through my poetry
I hurt a friend again.
Shall I give up and go away,
have I just said enough.
No my friends, I’ve weathered well
I’m made of stronger stuff.
But please excuse my ramblings,
it’s what I feel inside
but if you do not get my joke
just blame ‘The Great Divide’
Ivor G Davies
"Dear Jess, when I first met you,
We were halfway through Year Nine,
You had enormous hair and pigtails
And a grin as big as mine,
We were friends from that day onwards,
And had so many good times
That some I can't recall
Or fit them all into a rhyme,
We played pranks on all the teachers;
Crofty trembled at our names,
We tormented Mr Hill
And let Nathan take the blame,
We've made so many crap cakes
And nachos with too much cheese,
Inedible and incredible,
Such is our expertise,
We went skateboarding at night,
Though we never knew quite how,
But we had a great time failing
And we still can't do it now,
Have an awesome 18th birthday,
With too much food and legal drink,
Now's the time you should become mature,
Or so some people will foolishly think!
I know you'll stay this cool forever,
And be a success in many ways,
So have a year sexier than Dougie,
And be happy for all your days!"
And you'll notice in this poem that trying
To be cool, all my effort I've hid,
It's only some rhyme for a friend after all...
...Ah, who am I trying to kid?
Questions
As I look into suspended,
moments of time.
Memories hang, drifting.
Flying away on butterfly wings,
translucent words in some rhyme.
These ghostly figures haunt the essence
of so much of, that once was -
that once seemed so sublime.
Seldom are things what they seem.
Blinded by the journeys of ones life,
not knowing, such a terrible crime.
Not even seen in the essence of a dream.
B. J. “A ” 2
November 10th 2015
If I held a candle while the cold and dark wind blew
To light the way along for someone I barely knew
If I held a wise mans hands and listened very still
To know the things he knows. The things I never will
If I held a baby and rocked it through the night
To feel a piece of heaven while I held that child so tight
If I held them until they took that final breath
To comfort and try to ease the dawning of their death
If I held the lips that kissed the hands of fate
To feel the pain and burden of all who passed the gate
If I held the answers to make some rhyme or reason
To meet the very one who makes it another season
If I held a plow to plant upon the hardened earth a seed
To grow tall. Bloom. And millions would it feed
If I held a ladle filled with water from deep within the well
To quench the thirst of all who come to sit for a spell
If I held a prayer an tried to always keep the faith
To show acceptance and like all the others wait
If I held a heart within my grasp just so
To offer up my all only to see it go
If I held and touched a place deep down there inside
To once again take the culprit on yet another ride
If I held on hard and flew into the night
To keep holding on with all my strength and might
If I held up to the light all of my mistakes
To realize how many and they were mine to make
If I held an ear to listen to all the people talk
To watch one by one as out the door they walk
If I held and read all the books of the world
To learn so much for that little tiny pearl
If I held a brush to paint such a pretty picture for the eye
To please all the onlookers as thy aimlessly pass by
If I held a pen to write a thousand words for all to see and hear
To keep my soul grounded as it soars through the air
If I held my breath as I'm laid to rest on the mounded heap
To own all I've sown and what harvest there is to reap
If I held a loom to weave a million dreams come true
To awaken watching angels traversing the sky so blue
If I held the wisdom to know Gods plan for me
To know he sees all my faults and then still grant me peace
Amen
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
I want to say thank you
In some of the languages of the world
To all the soup members
For you have helped my heart to twirl
You've add bits of humor, rhythm, and definitely some rhyme
From writings on many topics when you have the time
Thank you (English)
Muchas gracias (Spanish)
Danke schoon (German) Suppose to have two dots on top of the schoon but I don't
know how to do that
Merci beaucoup (French)
Arigato gozaimasu (Japanese)
Grazie (Italian)
Topadh leibh (Scottish Gaelic)
Toda raba (Hebrew)
Mamnoon (Farsi (Persian))
Spasibo (Russian)
Liels paldies (Latvian)
Efharisto poli (Greek)
Toa chie or Xie Xie (Chinese)
Shukran gazilan (Arabic)
Obrigado (Portugese)
Mahalo nui loa (Hawaiian)
In a round about way this came from the internet. If any are wrong correct me . If
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grow.
FOOTLE
a verse
so terse
POETRY SLAM
lets go
words flow
VERS LIBRE
some rhyme
in mine
FREE VERSE
no stress
I guess
I
To all you wannabe poets,
Here's a word of advice ere you start:
If you want folks to love it,
Keep your ego out of it,
When you write always write from the heart.
II
It's great fun to write haiku and sonnets
About rainbows and gay Easter bonnets,
But if you find them too terse,
You can flesh out your verse,
And festoon it with quatrains and nonets.
III
Poets come, and poets go, and poets coincide.
Some rhyme time and time again, others "free verse" with pride.
But those who let their egos reign
Oft fade and never scribe again.
They succumb to the literary sin of authorcide.
IV
Writing is for me both pain and pleasure,
The time I spend with pad and pen I treasure.
I must confess, though,
Sometimes I stress so,
When syllables I choose to use refuse to measure.
I tried to stop writing
And just be
A cloud drifting by, so free.
But clouds carry rain
Like I carry pain
So I cried out poetry.
I tried to stop writing
And hoped maybe
To be like a blooming red rose.
But it withered in time,
So I wrote some rhyme
And I bloomed there, I suppose.
I tried to stop writing
And just float
Like a shipwrecked paper boat,
But the sun came up
I had to get up
To write again as I ought.
All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~05.30.15
WORDPLAY
Words. Some big, some small,some rhyme not at all.
Often a message is hidden within it's passage;
Requiring a minds keen eye to understand.
Dare to deal the alphabet at random, so,
People read,guess, and even wonder why, ones
Labor of time was spent, to such an extent; to
Achieve ones curiosity of course, that was your intent.
You've then accomplished to capture their imagination.
I’d like to think I’m poet,
but I don’t write songs
I’d like to think I’m writer,
but I don’t write stories.
I’d like to think that people think I’m a poet or a writer,
but they don’t!
So what I’m gonna do?
I’m gonna write story in a song,
but not too long,
I’m not crazy,
I know I’m lazy.
I don’t want to waste too much of my time,
to make some rhyme.
In that short song, I’m gonna tell them that they are wrong, that I just wrote a song.
You’re wrong!
I just wrote a song!
Sometimes i get scared in the dark!
at some rhyme!or even a dogs bark.
a blinding light!a broken out fight!
is it coming from my mind or my heart?
The things i compare day and night,
and songs of despair to ease ones fright!
Man has always been made ever ready!
to run away from scenes of utter nessesaties!
Inbuilt preservation till our paths end!
A will unlearnt!and self curing mends!
I wrote a book. a love story.
in pages few. about me and you.
thoughts and dreams. hopes and fears.
of good days, and sad. some smiles and tears.
times little journeys, marked by seasons.
echoes of passions, worries without reasons,
expectations that rise, and such defeats,
darkness and sleep, a dream that repeats.
first step of our child, last breath of mother.
beginning of an age, end of another.
I left the story on the mantle piece,
under the painting, so to find with ease,
read it and hold it close to your heart.
so I can hear it beat, and of you be a part.
some rhyme, no attempt at syllable count!
thought are more important! If you feel my thoughts,
I have done it justice.