Rhyme Class Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Class poems are examples of Class poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Class Rhyme poems written by international poets.
Of all the things the world can give,
The hopes for which a heart can live,
The vast horizon, grand and wide,
Just one small thought cannot subside.
The noise of life is just a haze,
A passing blur of ordinary days.
For in this whole, wide, sweeping view,
A heart is set on just one thing, just you.
And if the future had a name,
It'd be the very same.
The world can turn, and time can burn,
But still, this simple lesson learned:
One doesn't want everything, just one small part,
All that's wanted is him, and all that fills your heart.
One woman's glass ceiling is another man's wood floor
but there's no such thing for a second-class citizen
of a third world country
as
there's no moving up gender is against her
sexual orientation too considered 'half a witness'
in testimony
with
neither voice nor choice can't vote
or
leave home alone
unless
with consent
can't emigrate (passport permission required)
and
as for caste if she were a Dalit
(lowest of the low)
there's nowhere to go
so
between me and you, flee, be a refugee,
what's a poor girl to do?
Labubu grins, a curious work of art,
Kasing Lung’s dream, brought forth from the heart.
Pop Mart displays, collecting carts start,
Lisa’s embrace gives trends a new chart.
People of faith, consider your part,
Not every craze should capture your heart.
Fame’s shining lure can pull us apart,
Discernment and wisdom must always take part.
Enjoy what is lovely, but don’t let it chart
A course that could lead your soul to depart.
The world may entice with treasures and art,
But truth and love must anchor your heart.
Let light be your guide, not just what is smart,
For faith is the truest and timeless art.
my mind's a plane that takes off slow
drifting where I don't even know
while teachers talk and clocks just tick
I'm floating past the classroom thick
I see colors no one else can see
places where I just want to be
a secret world inside my head
where nothing's boring, nothing's dead
sometimes it feels like I'm awake
but really, I'm on a daydream break
and in that space, I am free to roam
in a little world I call my own
She doesn't speak, she just observes
feeling all the hidden curves
every laugh and every tear
holding close what's far and near
in the noise, she's calm and still
quiet heart, but strong will
things that burn inside her chest
never spoken, never stressed
she's the calm beneath the storm
different, soft, a secret form
the loudest voice you'll never see
the quiet one, who feels deeply
All my friends are round
And their hair is gray
I can hardly walk
On class reunion day
I'd be safe and warm
If I'd stayed in bed today
Class reunion dreamin'
Oh what a telling day
Fell down in a lurch
When stumbling 'long the way
Well, I got up on my knees
And there I was to stay
You know teacher never told us
How old we'd look today
Class reunion dreamin'
Oh what a telling day
Though we now go our separate ways,
we do not go alone.
We carry pieces of each soul we’ve met,
and those already gone.
Though memories may blur with time
as life moves ever on,
we’ll all hold fast to one clear truth —
this moment still lives on.
This day has finally come
Your future has now begun
School days are all you know
Into your dreams you will now grow
Looking back, so many years
Moving forward brings many tears
A whole new life lies in wait
It's up to you which destiny you create
Future beyond, you hold inside of your hand
Inspiration of dreams only you understand
Your journey into life has begun
Because your time has finally come
I look at myself in the mirror quickly
Satisfied with what i saw, i smiled sweetly
With a head held high i walked out confidently
all eyes were staring at me intently
Whats with me they think deeply?
So i smile slyly.
I know im not that pretty,
Nor i cannot be that sexy,
But believe me, i can make u look twicely!
I have the grace and aura that u want so badly,
And just because you cant act like me exactly,
U started to hate me willingly,
So you try to imitate me desperately
But darling, U failed completely :)
Thales the monist
(But Phales first)
Anaxamander's apeiron
Bound by Thales's thirst
Aristotle's forms are particular
He found Plato forms peculiar
A dualistic idealist
Mathematically sure
(Or so he thought)
and no one bought
Pythagoras's mysticism
Mathematical or not
And then there's Kant
A metaphysical agnostic
Hume's empiricism
Is left to criticism
And Barkley left a theological veneer
On a history of philosophy so *****
Leaving no one to know for sure
We'll God knows, and knows why
He doesn't discover anything new
He doesn't learn anew or is surprised
(So if your tempted to call it Murphy's Law)
Call on Him the Original Know-It-All
It's a dirty game! Some people'll say
it's not a type I'll ever in my life play!
But you that claim clean, why don't you enter in?
And go make that dirty game clean?
I bet you'll be mute
For it is the truth
That no single human being
Can a championship in politics be he
But I must confess, it's not either clean
For our forefathers in the wrong way they did lead
And I wonder if our present leaders ever realized
That in the same pattern the younger ones will rise
What a messed up government we surely have
Oh! What misguided representatives we foolishly rely
When are we going to our history to study?
When are we going to reestablish our economy?
Inflation and deflation, always up and always down
When are we going to shock the whole world and stand out?
Now it's either God or man
But by now I bet we're tired of seeing the faces of man.
Here is someone who is worthy of all the grace,
Let me describe his glory before his name gets erased,
The Pharaoh Ozymandias of Egypt,
Who was even worthy of Shelley's praise.
He has done a lot I feel,
Even though I cannot see his real reel,
I am sure he was praised well,
Even by the worthy poet for that- I can tell.
He might not be alive now,
Nor even the graceful poet - You know how,
But then he is made immortal,
By the poet who made others in front of him appear Mortal!
inside of twenty takes
dirty filled frames
no resolution
to me the family
that a ugly
call me
cat purrs on approach
welcome spat
too literal
gotta reclamation
eye's cried so much relief
brushes is dusty clean
practice strokes at the gentleman's table
romanticism, adjatate, harpsichords
classified and credentialed
white ink's a tank thinking
'I remember", "he"
distract the trap, autumns born
waves of green mustard gas
country come plains, it's not your first mistake
chains on protest for poverty effort
2am production prints
beggars, dodgers, i aint your draft calling
pre screened and bread
my land by sea
indoors, know hoe
get to work, beach gone
pushing, yeah who's double checked
out of decks, on paper
iliterations an postulates
hot boxes of brake dust
crescent shaped credit creased
basic design, irish blazee, defend
de speak
If this I may
I shall say
That only a fool
listen to a drunkard on a stool
If thy see your worth
In such fools
Thy might just perch
on such stools
Then some would say
From such a mouth
One might look South
in a month even May
To listen to a grain
of truth
From a mouth
full of pain
That slurs
and curse
Highlighting some truth
that may form the roof
Serving as proof
Long awaited
Although guarded
to set free a fool
Whom brought truth with glee
shouted on the roof tops
sprouting the crops
Of the innocent fool free
A billion ants all march'd in line
Their Queen doth bruise 'n' bleed them dry
For these poor creatures, world stops not
And no eyes turn'd when one doth drop.
A billion ants all beat 'n' broke
Their minds be torn, their souls revoked
Be turn'd to slaves and free from trust
To feed their monster's greed 'n' lust.
A billion ants whom time forgot
Exploited, wreck'd, and left to rot
They work'd their lives for scarce reward
Their souls unbless'd by love, nor lord.
Three million more seek death or dole
Becometh not more hopeless souls
Thou master scorns and leaves to rot
This dreadful world that they know not.