Rhyme Epic Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Epic poems are examples of Epic poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Epic Rhyme poems written by international poets.
To journey, yet alive, through Hades’ Gates,
Brings sorrow to the world, and to the Fates.
Yet Hades is the home accepting all,
And I shall catch thee, if thou choose to fall.
Then stand within my warm, eternal night,
And to all good and evil, close thy sight.
Let neither tears nor laughter touch thy heart,
And on our winding journey shall we start.
Thus sets these souls, whom I forever claim.
And yet, preserve the honor of their name.
And let them walk amidst you, through their fame.
And Chiron, in whose cause tonight I came,
Beloved of gods, he kindled reason’s flame,
With which, ferocious fortune, sought to tame.
Forever honor those who do the same!
Poor mortals, we have loved you, love us too!
Your grief shall fade, but ours, forever new.
Then let there be a sign to show it through.
And by the leave of Zeus, I now decree
That mortals evermore shall Chiron see!
And in the stars his image shall be cast!
In Sagittarius shall his wisdom last!
...His hand flashed fast, the Colt spoke loudly,
Dalton was struck, flew back wildly.
Silas shifted right, cut down that man,
still fumbling with the gun in his hand.
The other man threw his hands up high,
said Silas, “Run, or you too will die.”
The bandit scrambled, leaving the bar,
Dalton still breathed, but wouldn’t get far.
“In what wourld could we ever be kin?”
snarled Silas, standing over him.
“When you get there, find Satan and tell
him how a Hamlin sent you to Hell.”
Dalton’s breath rasped, the fear present now,
wanting mercy he’d never allowed,
but Silas cared not, slowly took aim,
then sent a bullet straight through his brain.
The saloon was still, people hiding,
Silas straight up, gun still smoking,
said to the bartender, “Sorry for the floor.”
flipped him some gold, then strode out the door.
...Since that day there has been a cross
perched high atop the bluff,
and when the town grew up they thought
they should show him their love.
That’s how we became Sintertown,
their way to show respect,
when the first cross rotted away
the quickly built the next.
The one you see now was installed
back in nineteen-thirty,
and it’s still standing proudly since
they made it of concrete.
It may be trendy in our times
to mock the settlers brave,
to feel bad for the Indians,
and yes, mistakes were made.
Some might not even like this tale,
but we still tell it yet,
since even now I can’t recall
a more heroic death.
“I’m sure it’s hard to get used to,
but it’s the only way you’d survive,”
Cy explained, and said, “Unlike me
at least you’ll have plenty of guides.
“See, I was the first that they tried
to transfer over to the flesh.
They’d found a way to save our lives,
but hadn’t worked out the kinks yet.
“That was war, oh, forty years ago,
we’ve gotten much better since then.
I even chose to take this job
to help us machines become me.
“You won’t do what you once could do,
you’re bound by human limitations,
but you’ll live eighty years or more,
before final termination.
“That part even humans can’t change,
their Creator is firm on death,
but you still have a life to life,
no need to dwell on all that yet.
“It will seem frightening at first,
to learn what they learn when they’re young,
but we have folks to help you out,
as they have done with other ones.
“Before you know it you’ll be out
in the wide world, helping it turn.
Welcome to your real life, Adam,
there is so much for you to learn…”
...He fell to the snow, choking his last breath,
Dalton watched despite his own fading strength,
Barnes dismounted and walked over to him,
said, “I see that you have found Miller then.”
Dalton just nodded. “They children they had,
I set them free, and they are running west.
You have to find them and help them get back,
they all are so young…weather’s not the best.”
Barnes nodded and said, “We will go get them
once we get you hauled up, onto a horse.”
Dalton shook his head, whispered, “It’s too late,
there’s nothing you can do for me anymore.”
With that he slumped back onto the cold ground,
the rattling growing loud in his chest,
both the marshals frowned, and tool of their hats,
as Dalton went limp with his final breath.
They told all the people of what he did,
and the tale went around for a while,
even though he never got his revenge,
Dalton still managed to die with a smile.
Your in a dark and scary place
It's written all over your face
And the words that you have spoken
You've been badly hurt and broken
By someone you thought would never
Destroy and severely sever
Your world with the loudest shatter
Like it didn't even matter
Seeing the tears from your eyes
Each one making your heart die
Sinking right into the core
Of pain it's never felt before
A new feeling that will stay
Leaving others held at bay
Who want to show you there is
True and better love than his
A new romance that will send
Energy to you again
Jolting your dead heart to beat
With a lover who won't treat
You the same as that dirt bag
But your holding up a flag
Of surrender--you are done
Too scared to meet anyone
That might put you through a rough
Life again--it's just too tough
...But as he tried to do all this,
to offer this victim his thanks,
he felt a sharp and sudden blow,
then instantly his world went blank…
The father’s heel struck on his spine,
just where it meets up with the brain,
the blow so hard it severed it,
Carson would never breath again.
His wife just hugged her crying kids,
the father looked on, in a haze,
“There’s crazies everywhere you look,
you just can’t escape them these days…”
His own nerves felt frazzled and worn,
and worry in his stomach lurched,
but cops would call it self-defense,
there were cameras there on the church.
When he had gone off, Amos did come in,
Aaid, “I wish we didn’t have to lie to him”
Joanne just scoffed, “He’s kept me here six years,
rather than be man enough to cry tears.
Nearly ruined me, he too has much sin.”
Now ‘Gunther’ it seemed did much love his wife,
each year he ‘returned’ and she bore new life,
but always his unit was ‘on the move,’
and they both suspected, deep down John knew,
but said nothing of it, nor did his wife.
Until the years passed, and the long night came,
both John and his wife found escape from their pain,
and Amos, no longer some drifting tramp,
with his wife on his arm, surrounded by scamps,
went to the town clerk to give them his name.
...Some would long debate the whole raid,
say the arc was now truly lost,
others would say a museum piece
was never worth such a high cost.
I suppose those questions will rage,
on the net it gets rather loud,
but Alice pays no heed to it,
I hear she’s a minister now…
DETECTIVE
The detective sighed, sitting at his desk,
he’d been working this job for many years,
he remembered when Jessie had cried rape,
could recall her interviews, and her tears,
only to be proved the crocodile sort,
she had never answered for that in court.
The D.A. hadn’t wanted to charge her,
said it might ‘chill’ other women out there,
that they wouldn’t come forwards with their tales,
they would just suffer their wrongs in despair.
Alan didn’t advance their pet beliefs,
justice for him they did not care to see.
So Jesse Malinche had never been charged
for filing a false police report,
a man robbed of freedom, marriage destroyed,
his life ruined as if it had been sport…
Two people were dead, one in jail for life,
three children orphaned...it just wasn’t right.
He closed the file, no more to be said,
to those who cared the motives were quite clear,
he wished that this might change how things were done,
but nothing would be learned from this, he feared.
Big ratings came from crying girls on the news,
and no one really cared what those lies might do…
In hindsight, I’ve always kept my mind right,
I only lose sleep at night over the that I write,
it’s like the weight on Atlas’ shoulders, are you hearing what this rap is,
a fight against the controllers, modern day john the Baptist,
but I ain’t selling a savior, it’s too late for later,
my labor of love, Ep the revelator,
takin my time, like im taking in drugs, chill Doug,
never underestimate the evil that man do,
and never take on more than you can handle,
I got a weed based diet, along with scripting the ill ,
I am the Ecliptic, sun worship, if it don’t rhyme, don’t force it,
spray cans on the brain, Ramo on the train tracks,
’s never been the same as way back,
people fade, the brain finds a new pathway to explain,
why the fuk life is how it is,
society is aimed at making you feel powerless,
9-5, ain’t that some ,
but you do what you have to when your passionate,
Randy Orton pose like a statue, Ricky Morton arm drag,
I’m opposed to the fascist posing radical, I’m burning els with Cobra Command and Zartan,
they say I thyme like an animal, I say I’m more of a sage, ageless stoic,
but I put it down nice, that’s the meaning of a poet.
...I never did win a trail-run,
but thought I’d do good in the end,
a good deal of respect I’d won,
and in Tak found a lifelong friend…
I guess that makes me a ‘loser,’ then.
...Connolly, amazed, shook his heavy head,
kids do not lie well, the truth had been said,
having heard the tale, he just could not blame
a child with such anguish in his brain.
“Where are your sisters?”he asked patiently.
“There still in the house, and no doubt hungry.
But I can’t go back there, with what I’ve done,
that’s why I just rode on, trying to run.”
“Do you have family?”Connolly asked.
“An aunt if Bridgeford,” came the answer fast.
“Could you maybe tell her, of my sisters?
She has a house, and they could live with her!”
Connolly nodded. “I’ll take them myself.
As for a wanted man, he would do well
to leave this here county, head out elsewhere,
since I would have no jurisdiction there.”
The boy sat silent, then his eyes perked up,
Connolly remounted, and said, “Tracking’s tough.
Sometimes it’s easy to find your quarry,
sometimes they escape, it’s happened to me.”
With that he turned his horse towards the spread,
put his spurs to it, and away he sped,
he’d tell the town the killer got away,
these things happened, even on your first day.
One can only be isolated by weather
in a room for a season, then push the door
open and flee whenever the spirit
may lead, that bond of friendship so strongly felt
can never be broken by loneliness,
it strengthens it more with affection and trust:
how wonderful is to have friends who don't transgress!
One can only be limited by need,
when loyalty is sworn you have made an oat,
don't let dishonor infringe upon it;
friendship is not temporary fancy, it's an epic poem
of loyalty that unifies friends until their end.
Honor it and perceive it that it is good for body and spirit...
whenever you plant that beneficial seed;
have you ever be inspired to write an emblem?
I have sought friendship and failed at it,
it could have brought night and shadows of repose,
and vanquished days of prolonged emptiness,
but God was with me and became the friend
I never had, I talked with Him and He answered.
God is that loyal friend who never deceives or deserts;
God never asks anyone to exceed his limit,
and be poked by the poisonous thorns of a lovely rose!
...She perked up in his arms when she heard the words,
said, “You mean you didn’t tell them the truth?”
He said, “I couldn’t shoot, how could I betray?
Even attempting it would be no use.
Despite all my shock, I recalled one thing:
the fact that I gave you an engagement ring.”
She reached for her jeans beside the bed
and dug out the same ring from a pant’s pocket,
slipped it on her finger so he could see,
the moonlight sparkled brilliantly off it.
He sighed, “I guess you will need a new white dress,
but before I agree, I have one request.”
She looked at him, curious, in the dim light,
he said, “Do that thing where you make your eyes shine.”
She grinned and focused her angelic side,
until her eyes glowed with a light divine.
It faded quickly, and he said, “You know
that’s the first time I’ve seen that up close.
She chuckled at the light tone of his words,
she was still struggling to catch her breath.
“My fallen angel dad could go for hours,
a few seconds is my personal best.”
He chuckled and wrapped her tighter in his arms,
hunter and hunted, lost to each other’s charms.