Rhyme Heart Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Heart poems are examples of Heart poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Heart Rhyme poems written by international poets.
‘The world is upside down’
‘It’s topsy-turvy’
‘Things will never be the same again’
Lines heard everywhere we turn
Is it really so?
Are their proponents in the know?
Or do they loutish parrot
what on screens we stare at?
Block out the vitriolic noise
Knead the contours of your heart
Soothe and smooth your mind, from the mundane depart
Alive once again ~ for life is art
Love does not walk
Hand in hand
On a one way street.
She had already
Turned the corner
There was someone else to meet.
“a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
Is my soul in this brain and body, strapped?
No, it is not caged or trapped
in a dark, confining cell
where a prisoner might dwell.
In my beating heart, there is a key
to open up each bright land and sea,
or any other world, instead,
through a window in my head.
What, today, will it release?
One hundred wild Canadian geese.
VICTIMS OF THE HEART
I hate my love and it hates me, but I didn't start this fight. I went in with the best of intentions, and was given every slight.
Love don't fight fair, and it don't care, for the damage left behind. Time and again, haunting woman and man, it's not the love that's blind.
The dice are loaded, the deck is stacked, and all of the faces poker. One off the top, the queen of hearts, once again I'm dealt the joker.
This love despair has no creed, who knows where they fit. changing rules, different needs, dating apps, and TikTok feeds, enough to make you quit.
I yearn for love and solitude, both in equal parts. Love is sadistic and altruistic, we're just victims of the heart.
We have so much to give thanks for
every day, God's blessings are great
if we just stop and try to count them
nothing's too hard to put on our plate
Things we receive may be small
but thanks should be given for them
for all things come from our creator
whether big or small, God sends gems
God is so great to His people
abundant giving is the Lord of all
so we must give Him all our praise
His blessings make us all ten feet tall
The greatest blessing is our salvation
thank Jesus always for His great love
this took Him all the way to Calvary
paid the price for our redemption from above
Filling our hearts with thankfulness
having God's assurance that we are His own
so give all the glory He deserves
send all praise to His eternal throne
Hardened my Heart
I tried to be soft hearted
warm, funny and kind
but it never ever worked
for this old heart of mine
So I hardened up my heart
learned to be more tough
knowing I was never ever
going to be enough
Love I never found
it never came around
I was used and abused
so I stood my ground
I gave up on the life
I thought was for me
I hardened my heart
and it felt more free
‘You get what you give’
and I gave a lot!
a saying not true
so now I’m not soft
Love passed me by
dealt a raw hand
A loveless life
not what I planned.
Seventy years ago by the side of the road,
a baby was born in a hole, but not to code.
Instead of a heart, he has a ticker;
but listen to this - this is the kicker:
a heart attack won't kill him. He will explode.
Two hearts attached
in a sexual flash
May well detach
in a feverish dash
A steady, rhythmic heartbeat
patience its answer
For the outcome is sweet
and safer the transfer
Tear the Heart and Teach the Soul
Through all our lives we seek control
Darkness held at arms' length
Striving with our bitter strength
Forcing madness to submit to sense
To rein our Animus to governance
Though it resists, to try our will
Against its roil we set our minds
Lest we perceive what it divines
The razored truths it seeks and finds
The lessons it would give us still
That tear the heart and teach the soul.
Life eats life
As so it goes, without restraint
Necessity absorbs the spreading taint
That all must bear, the cost of life
Paid with death, born of strife
We are the ends of one another
As we destroy we must create
As we discover, much too late
Sister to Sister, Brother to Brother
This. The shared edge of the knife.
Hear these hibiscus hymns
Colorful souls fragrant breeze
Like song in nose in ears swim
Delightful gold melodies
Lovely ballet of blue butterflies
Wings that flutter around flowers
The beauty against summer skies
Daydreaming in the garden for hours
Hearts that seek a healthy retreat
Find a bench to sit and reflect
Listen to red birds happily tweet
As squirrels scamper nature respects
Crab grass seems to add a note
As bare feet walk so leisurely
Like green symphony with tan toes
Tall trees with leaves that sing
Hibiscus hymns are inside all
Who open heart and pray
Breaking down imagined wall
Seeing nature and man embraced
bliss a pulsation
that pervades stillness
without intruding on quietude
God’s heartbeat within
silent beatitude
I have mended many things:
with needles, scissors and strings,
the clothing of loved ones, large and small;
relationships were mended, too old now to recall;
I have even mended the proverbial fence,
erected for my own defense,
but the hardest to mend is my own heart,
broken and torn apart,
for memory’s scissors, sharp and fast,
slash the mend and bring up the past.
July 22, 2026
For Mend the Fences or Burn the Bridges Contest
Margarita Lillico, Sponsor
In a prison cell that fairly reeked
I heard the song my soul never seeked,
an eternal, sorrowful lament
encircled by rats, steel and cement.
Freedom or hope could never emerge,
just a woeful, wailing dirge.
Once, you held the golden key,
but said your love was not for me,
condemning me to this lonely cell,
a strangely cold and desolate hell.
Now that I've lived my last sad day,
my heart and soul, wasted away.
Dear lady, I leave you just this scrawl
written on a prison wall.
Block off the sorrow
Wall off the pain
Quarantine tomorrow
When it returns again.
Don't play her music
Don't let the chords start
It penetrates the armor
that surrounds my heart.
She lies in a grave
Under a stone
She hoped and she gave
Now it's all gone.
You can riff a jazz song
You can play hard rock
Keep it harsh and strong
Don't turn on the clock.
In her last days her hairdresser came
Into our modest home
Temporarily cheered her up
with a scissors and a comb.
How have the mighty fallen
How has a vibrant life come low
I hear the past a' callin'
A place where I can't go.
So don't play that oldies song
Leave those memories alone.
Some doors stay closed for a reason—
Some hearts are better stone.
within space time
mind is miming
love’s rhyme in heart