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.
In Aussie Gaols real men can be found standing for decency, the clemency resounds'
They intervene in bashings of younger men, there is more decency in stir than
Among most pollos friends.. Mates i'm
Bowled over Lillie could not have hit
Me like this' Or marshy caught me you've
Really done the trick..' keeping young males safe from the worst acts of preds.'
Tonight i'll thank God..As I head off to bed
We can all learn something from real men
And 'true blues' hats off i demand it.' From
Real Australians the whole wotld through.'
Shoe leather sidewalks
Shadow cast skywalks
Hosts a bevy of ghosts
The long summer heat
Torch blue collar feet
Soles roasting coast to coast
Gothic museums
Gold colosseums
Unsheathes the royal wreaths
Flotsam and Jetsam
Worn Skechers gets 'em
Souls bleeding in the weeds
What did you do?
Acting cool
Making VIP alpha list
Curling a fist?
Scan word floor
You may find four
Sounding good
As writings should
So, summon 'a,i,o,u'
Hush, 'I am not through'
Using this writing tool
Pointing out fools
Swimming in soup pool
Starting buzz
With its warming fuzz
Hail king
Only thing
That will sing
Following 'A', in command
Major B, who has a plan
To find a way out of this jam
My young child, I bid you good night
Now go to your room and light
Your fantasy story sight
Taking you far
Lapping any shooting star
How I pity the poor, lowly snail
and his life of trouble and travail,
sliming all about creation
longing for a higher station;
and yet, wherever he may go,
the best he can do is "escargot".
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
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
A Greyhound Racing Dog
More than Bite and Bark
A Champion Breed
Determined to always succeed
A winner with a proceed
Greeta’s face pictured on Campaign Billboards
A look
Aim to attract for Advertising jobs
Famous throughout
Audience attention when she is racing about
Greeta is the logo on every Greyhound Bus
People cheer when they see her face
On every Greyhound bus she goes place to place
Greeta known for her acceleration
Faces her competitors with confidence
Moving fast when the Gun blows in an instance
Greeta promise
Winning ways
Numerous awards mount
So many hard to count
Greeta spotlight being the amazing greyhound Dog
Speed and Finesse
Her race scorecards at their best
Greeta is a standalone
Her name of fame is full blown
Jill had so wished to join a ballet class
Her mom said that she could, when she was asked
Mom bought Jill ballet shoes and leotard
And Jill joined the class looking real smart.
Jill’s heart soared as she danced across the floor
Never had felt so elated before
She learnt to pirouette on tippy toes
Twirling and whirling, swift as the wind blows.
Mom was most delighted with Jill’s success
She knew that ballet for her was the best
Jill had been a timid shy girl before
Now she'd found confidence on the dance floor.
Dad was excited for his daughter too
He loved watching all the moves she could do
Jill dancing to music moved him to tears
He knew his daughter would dance through the years.
Spin class will be fun my neighbor Veronica said.
I loved the idea, thinking spin wheels in my head.
Maybe I’d make a kite, or a top or something equally fun.
Spin class is none of these things, and I mean not one.
I walk these many streets
I walk this path of stone
I hunger for a life
That I can call my own
I'm a slave to my job
I'm a slave to this town
I'm a slave to the system
That strives to keep me down
I owe money for my house
I owe money for my car
I owe money to the bank
I'm left with pennies in my jar
If your life's the same as mine
I know just how you feel
We have one thing in common
We're just a cog in this wheel
Although I have not won the prize of money, The Fame will keep me close. Even if the Fame be little above all I can boast. For if the money is all one wants, there is plenty to be had. But I prefer the "Game of Fame" forever it will last.
While money goes out the door, my Fame will much endeavor. I cannot think of a better way to land on both my feet, for it is said, with patients read: "Thou shall Reap."
It not only pleases me, to know that one of my poems was selected, and even more among the 500 collected.
This to be in the Company of great poets, I take my bow and can't say how, the pleasure of this Company shall be.
They can hear
They can see
They're real people
like you and me
The question is
Can they feel?
And with that ~
They leave us to deal
Tuesday lasses
we all have classes
get up and go
there’s no time to waste
join the flow
there’s no reason to wait
everyone’s hustling
coffee guzzling
bus shuttling
paper shuffling
syllabus assessing
apple-watch checking
there’s a fall-like feeling
making things more appealing
file off of the bus
and join the crush
trudging up science hill
thru the doors up the stairs
climbing in pairs,
in class, at last,
setup and relax.
I open my binder
and hand in the assignment
the guy beside me can’t find it.
and the TA moves on
the guy’s upset and I get it
he’s frantic and grim
I pretend I’m not watching him
as he ransacks his rucksack
too late, they’re taking roll
carelessness takes its toll
I'm a kid from Oklahoma
Only wanted a diploma
I completed registration
For my four year education
Then off I went to college
Was seeking higher knowledge
I was taught by all these scholars
Who were making all these dollars
Didn't make a lot of buddies
Was too busy with my studies
Never racked up any tardies
And avoided all the parties
When graduating I was glad
But there were no jobs to be had
Now I'm living back at home
Can't pay off my student loan
My parents are so disgusted
Say the system can't be trusted
Became an ineffectual
Out of work intellectual
In walls of my mind, I build small spaces..
Each locked box holds stories, hiding faces.
Life dissected, neatly compartmentalized..
I shuffle through words, keeping pain disguised.
But in thoughts confined, truth seeks emancipation..
Yearning for unity, escaping separation.
For in bringing fragments together, I find release..
A patchwork poem that grants my soul inner peace.
24th July 2023
Compartmentalization
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