Rhyme Happy Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Happy poems are examples of Happy poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Happy Rhyme poems written by international poets.
I miss my girl; I miss my wife
on this, the best day of her life,
with no more pain and no more strife
dancing at the feet of her Lord.
I am told “Take time to grieve”.
I know it’s there; I’m not naive.
But when you believe what I believe,
that just seems untoward.
Shall I play a dirge and mope?
Am I in denial? Nope!
Just dance with her in joy and hope;
receive the gift you can’t afford.
A yacht would be the cherry on the daiquiri
but a tad too opulent for me
Give this admiral a sturdy old dinghy
let me row my way out to sea
A mansion with all the trimmings
six carports, servants quarters separate
Then again, with my aging Edsels
why invest now; I’m not desperate
Ah, a round-the-world cruise
just the tonic to soothe
Yet relaxing at home on my couch
I peruse the planet on TV, munch and slouch
So, just let me alone and leave me be
bathroom breaks ~ adventure enough for me
Someday I shall be happy to say
Everything in life prepared me
for this ~ my very last day
A billionaire died
after swallowing a bee.
I'm glad it wasn't you,
I'm glad it wasn't me.
Happy memories of the past:
Mothers rubbing dirt from your face in the school playground, playing a game of kiss chase
Wearing short trousers and cuts on your knees, scrumping apples from apple trees
Playing down the playground, saying hello to a stranger living as a child, we did not see danger
Hide-and-seek play-fighting with your best friend. You did not want to grow up and you did not want your childhood to end
The wind in your face when out riding your bike, walking for miles, just for a hike
But you must grow up and the childhood fun had to end, but you will never forget your childhood and playing with your best friend
In firelight, moved by percussive beat
along with a tambourine’s jingle-jangle,
a young girl swirls on tiny dancing feet.
Around her ankles twirl large bangles.
As she thrusts and twists her hips petite,
her clothing, with bright adornments, spangles.
Her face in moonlight is so joyous and sweet
as faster and faster she brings gypsy heat.
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Mend the fences they will say,
give forgiveness as you pray.
Is there a smile in the suns bright ray?
Maybe I do not want a pretty flower bouquet.
I think you should be on your way,
fly out of my life like a blue jay.
I do not want to mend this fence today,
you bring me clouds of gray.
I want only a happy day,
make it fast with no delay
Simple being is what I worth the most
Any lofty ideals I won’t justify
I ditch principles and credos of those
Who are chosen to rule, born to lie
The existence I own makes enough
Foundation for the rest that I need
Like perceiving music, arts, feeling love
Taking care of the garden and weed
Hamlet’s question seems idle to me
Hope I don’t sound stiff or too proud
I’m your happy sad Jack - just to be
Is the most comfy thing I have found.
As I sit up and lay in my bed
Poetry comes to my mind in my head
I write them down without hesitation
They calm my soul like frequent meditation
I love to read them after they are written
Because I shock myself with the words as they become sentences
People say you're talented, and that might be true
Their just words from my head, and it a great view
I can't believe it sometimes, the finishing touch seem so real
Some people don't like to read them, some make a big deal
But it's not all about what anyone thinks
This just brings joy to my heart, because I try to represent
Red ~ white ~ blue
Happy Independence Day to you
Celebrate Freedom its your right
4th of July such a beautiful sight
Keep safe in all the enjoyment and fun
Love from the Scottish one
Knock-knock, hello ma'am! Take a look at this shine,
a brand-new skillet to make your dinner divine.
I see you’ve been working and slaving all day,
with pots that turn gravy, charcoal and gray.
But look at this surface, so sleek and so smooth,
designed for your kitchen, with patterns that soothe.
No butter, no grease, and no scrubbing the sink,
it cooks up a steak as quick as a wink.
Your eggs will slide out like a puck on the ice,
your hubby will swear, the chicken tastes nice.
It's forged out of steel that was meant for a jet,
the sturdiest tool that a woman can get.
So toss out that iron that weighs down your wrist,
an offer like this is too good to be missed.
Just sign on the line and I’ll hand you the best,
and give your old cook stove a much-needed rest.
“Let all thy joys be as the month of May, And all thy days be as a marriage day."
- Thomas Tusser
Potency of a May Marriage
Moistened with red, white and blue, May showers.
Patriotism hitched with joyful tin cans.
Waves, like salutes, admire sailors’ flowers.
Plucky roses set sail with nuptial plans.
Warmed, as if Cezanne’s tulips upon cheeks.
They’re at the peak of a Spring storm’s blessing.
Entwined, as if on a trellis, love speaks.
Potent, tender-hearted, two souls pressing.
The impact, of each raindrop on the glass,
Harbors the couple’s immemorial brass.
A song in the heart does not need words, love’s a mingle of lyrics unheard. A melody to last one's life through, that’s unique and meant for only two.
Quote poets own.
When two hearts mingle love comes to be
The start of a romantic journey
Caring and sharing, new life begun
A future joyfully being spun.
Not knowing which way the wind will blow
Enjoying dancing betwixt the flow
Building a nest for a family
If the Lords grace doth honour their plea.
Maybe so, maybe not, whatever
Wishing their love to last forever
To mingle contentedly always
Till reaching the end of happy days.
All know the magic of one’s first kiss
The super awesome mingle of bliss.
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Happy Mother's Day Mamas
I pray that your day is blessed,
Filled with joy and much love,
And all the very best!
All my love to each of you;
~ BJ ~
Dad was a drunk,
belligerent when he drank whiskey ;
sloppy when he drank beer.
Mom lived in fear,
but until death was more than a key,
it was happy homemaker funk
that didn’t consider it takes two
to make dreams come true,
with no nightmare brew
putting things askew~
broken nose
with purple bruises,
and no amount of poet’s prose
could fool the muses
or the small town gossips
who offered no consolation prizes