Rhyme Couplet Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Couplet Rhyme poems written by international poets.
Take initiative go to the light where the force of darkness ends
A flame needs its kindled source as a sparking awareness mends
Our enlightened energy wrapped in an array of cavernous colors
Ribboned radiant impressions given in vast deepest depths squalors
A shadow self may live dormant and await unveiling the chaos within
When it has become an unbearable journey to live in your own skin
Opaque indigo stones skim over shallow waters in an empty well
Stratas rock labyrinths chiseled lies of neglect in a nautilus shell
Warm sorrel ribbon evokes sympathy in a disparaged tale of woe
A sorbet of violet, green, and tangerine conjure a melodious flow
What is truly a wellspring of a healing rainbow palette renders
We find the key to unlocking magic embers in dormant chambers
Dank darkness may lead us astray from individuality and truth
Take initiative, find the light of all brightest light reaching for you
a single spark can light the darkest night,
and turn our timid hearts to fearless flight.
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Thin layers of amber curl around hillsides
Tendrils of dawn on a sunrise joy ride.
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The painted woods in slumber deep reside,
while moonbeams weave where secrets softly hide.
I picked up eclipse glasses, crumpled on the street
It caused the pause reflection brings when unlike minds should meet
With no regard we oft discard the fashion of the day
No cosmologic mirror, we hasten on our way
Same time the rhyme that is the pond, ornithologic splendor
Graced the sky there in my eye, sweet nature as its sender
Earlier a chance encounter prompted thoughts of scale
As I dodged a mounted fender fellow and lived to tell the tale
Perhaps because the Universe expands beyond our ken
We can't escape the breakneck pace that plagues the mass of men
I'm thankful now, at this remove, I did not join the glass
And stopped to think… and it's the key… to not let this thought pass
The tortured soul will never let go
When off the tongue the words will roll
At all hours never knowing when inspiration will hit
Thoughts running wild, then bridled with a bit
When ruminating on your bed
Tossing around words that rhyme in your head
All the rights that are wronged
Need to be corrected and not prolonged
So you fight in the night
In the realm where we rhyme
No notice (of the lover next to you) or of the time
Are you in believing grieving
Or are you one who's seething with no meaning
When your soul is tortured in the night
Fighting to find the right words and the perfect rhyme
Imploring the sun, imploring daylight
Awake my soul, awake to the mundaneness of life
I’m told the pen’s mighty and outwits the sword
but my finger is stronger and won’t be ignored.
It pokes and it swipes and it rants in a roast
then it quickly DELETEs to disguise my last post.
Though swords, they can cut, and pens, they can shame
the press of a button initiates flame.
All humor aside, I’ll admit it’s a crime
when I set fire to gasoline, dressed up in rhyme.
So, I’ll UPLOAD with caution and hold taut my lip
and think before shooting my words from the hip…
and I’ll walk-off responses so quick to offend,
keeping fingers off buttons like RE-ply and SEND.
“True love is the gift God has given to man alone beneath
the heaven” – Walter Scott
You’re a precious gift of gorgeous gem God has given me,
the celestial glimmer of divine treasure in you I always see.
I express heartfelt humble gratitude to Him in return,
while I give you the exquisite gift I cherish, for it’s my turn.
I make my adoring heart as alluring as a springtime rose,
lay on your entrancing eyes as a dream when they close.
I make my enticing smile as sparkling as opalescent dew,
adorn your mind’s meadow each morn with sunburst hue.
My ardent love for you is as vibrant as my poem’s rhyme,
on its melodic wave I’ll keep you afloat till the end of my time.
Pistachio and Dimaggio do not rhyme
most of the time....
Yet when nuts seek out celebrity
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When twilight whispers secrets to the stars,
And moonlight dances soft upon the sea,
I think of fate, its ever-winding scars,
That led my soul through time to find thee.
Life's winding road, so rugged and unclear,
Held shadows deep, where dreams would fade and fall,
Yet through the dark, your light drew ever near,
A voice of hope, a whisper through it all.
Two hearts once lost now beat in perfect rhyme,
As if the heavens wove our paths as one,
A thread unbroken, stretching out through time,
Bound by the stars, beneath both moon and sun.
For life’s true gift is love we cannot see,
A timeless vow: "You are my destiny."
Twenty Twenty Five
By Franklin Price
12/28/2024
In three more days, this year is done
We'll welcome in another one
Twenty four will take the dive
And twenty five will be alive
The century is twenty 0ne
A quarter through, since first begun
The yongest ones born in the last
Are all adults and some have past
Most vets from the biggest war
Are gone now, and are no more
Those who are left, are gone now soon
As is the first man to the moon
Time does not stop for you or me
One year older we will be
When tweny five comes to an end
On that, my friend, you may depend
So live your life, as you see fit
Do not make a waste of it
This coming year enjoy your time
That's why I wrote this New Year's rhyme
The position of rest is with buzzing provocations,
Depict mind as it like, full of vibrations,
The pattern will not be drew to so easily
Let all winter our feelings from fire to the dale for water lilly,
Opportunity comes at ones through this pages,
Frisking frivolities edge to edge no matter rages,
Even a mother wouldn't be indulged with her offspring role early,
She became patient and let the time cover it enduringly,
If a nibble wanted to reach the position,
Must mimic mother's wishes for appropriation,
O! Dear friend surely I became still-stone
And hobbling to reach my flowers with a beacon.
Bugs Bunny goes hop
cook him, he’s slop
Old Bessie says moo
to Elmer she’s glue
You are the poem I cannot write
You hide, elusive, from my sight
A vague mirage beyond the bend
A fleeting quiver of my pen –
I seek you out in realms of rhyme
I long to find you in my lines
I search in vain the endless blue
For but a glimmer peering through
And though I search, and search the more
The further am I than before –
This wondrous vision I can see
This work of art, what you could be
A lustrous write of muses gleaned
With worlds unfurling in a dream
And vibrant tropes of poetry
That move the soul, exquisitely –
Oh! how I yearn to pen your verse
To breathe into your lungs at birth
To be the wings that give you flight
To bring you, lovingly, to life
And by your breathing, be the spark
That stills this ache within my heart –
Of all the toys I have for play,
there's one I like the most- hooray!
They're square, and I can stack them tall
and laugh when they begin to fall!
And, on the floor in a long line-
a choo choo train, I build just fine!
I push the end so it can go
and roar the sound of horns that blow.
Then I can build a jungle snake-
pretend it's real and not just fake!
I'm not afraid that it might bite-
it's make-believe, so I'm all right.
My colored squares of wood are fun,
and I make sure that when I'm done
I put them back in their red box-
my special toy of wooden blocks.