Internal Rhyme Poems - Poems about Internal Rhyme

yesterday's dreams drop by,waving goodbye,lost in a sigh...

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Jealous Jillian meets zealous Philip at Arby’s. With ONE green eye she spies his double-order curly fries, No FUN when his French dip starts to drip on her Barbies. She cleans them off and leans close in to his plate SNEAKING a meager handful while eager Phil tries to confess for the FREAKING mess he’s made of their date. She orders...

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i draw a lingering breath, what is that I hear? as I contemplate this year, the coming of death. “Thirty days hath September” the leaves chant in brown autumn arrives, falling down. And we remember… our own breakdowns once again - chills we don't address. Short of sevenfold success - winter will bring pain. Unlike the diligent ant we grasshoppers rest in hopes that God will have blessed striving -...

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internal rhyme Lil knows skill without frill; she’s talented, sharp and agile. Lady Lil moves in many grooves and improves with each try. When she sits, she throws fits, but never quits her rally cry. Lady is her team’s mascot, quite the right sight - non-fragile. In gym, she skips, does dips, her hips bouncing like jelly; Observe, at...

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A mechanism of mind in the inner rune ...

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Fairies dance with great romance and display upon the lawn. As they prance, don't give a glance at what they may spawn. As they play and swirl and sway, they create a magic spell. It's their way to make us gay; they do it so well. Come in sight at darkest night, while reveling in their fun. In moonlight, they glow so bright, almost like the...

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March's enduring dreariness looms when no pigeon coos; at April's doorstep, it still blows away an umbrella or hat... letting the impatient spring know that he refuses to go! There were certain days so mild and cheerful almost wild, but none of them lasted as inescapable moments contested! Close to midnight, tears falling on this soft pillow reflect moonlight; and sighs...

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(Internal rhyme) One week of peace, I’ll watch the geese, Maybe fly southeast, or maybe southwest, It will be their quest, I’ll be their guest, As geese fly east, I will watch in peace, And sit on my fleece, as geese fly east. Inherit my wings, give flying a fling, And see if it brings, winter or spring, Summer again,...

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