Rhyme Life Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Life poems are examples of Life poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Life Rhyme poems written by international poets.
If the "Hare" really cared
To give the "Timid Tortoise"
A fair scare, and tapped
The "Tortoise's," tight-lipped shell...
Brother, I'm here to tell ya...there'd be Hell!
And, If the "Timid Tortoise" dared,
Peak a glimpse of the coming dawn,
On the lawn, who would find his head,
On the "Chilly-Willy" chopping block?...
"Hear Ye," "Hear Ye!"..."Hare" today!..."Mock Turtle" soup tomorrow!
I am the child,
that emerges from the womb,
and merges with the light!
I am a speck of dust,
on an endless horizon,
that sinks with the sunset!
I am that quiet calm,
and yet, the broken glass,
that's shattering my scone!
I am the juggernaut,
remiss of any restraint,
that rattles and chafes my bones!
I am a beacon,
against the swelling tide,
I "am" that safe harbor at night!
I am the ghost,
of my past and present,
I am your...whispered delight!
I am the vision,
amid this lustrous illusion,
that binds or blinds my sight!
I am all these things,
encompassed in a closet,
surrounded by whitewashed walls!
I am...all of you,
I am...the stained stitch,
we "are" all one!....w e a v i n g a w o r l d w i d e w e b !
~ When you --
enter the world
you’re born
get your first haircut
you’re shorn
are dumped by your love interest
you’re forlorn
get three job offers
you’re torn
lose your cool
you’re scorned
are asked to keep a secret
you’re sworn
play with fire
you’re warned
pass on from this world
you’re mourned
Departing this life needs to be far more
About what we leave; not what's left.
Upon my demise, what is left behind
Will not be what I would be leaving.
Things left would not be the source
Nor the essence of my believing.
Careless observations are deceiving.
Beware of what our lives are teaching.
Although my leaving will bring grieving,
And what is left can be most helpful,
I pray that what I leave will bring rejoicing;
That the life lived will be a source of healing.
May there be gifts that keep on giving;
Eternal qualities that will not be fading.
Little life, unnoticed living
Ghostly presence, quiet leaving
After lunch, without a cause
You’ll be mentioned, I suppose
Like they speak of summer days
Drowned too soon in autumn haze
It’s futile to speculate
Was it little life, or great
It depends on point of view
That no one will share with you..
My scars are roadmaps to a past
of places I thought I belonged
of places I never should have gone to
and to where I never had a chance to belong.
One particular path led to a place of grand spirit and beauty
now silenced and long since overgrown.
The footprints turning into stone.
I watched a movie become my life
So much people can't understand
Crisis after crisis so far from bland
Just seeking understanding, not strife
There are only few places I can be me
I am the only one to walk this step
As I move forward with street smart pep
These steps are mine, to stay or to flee
Everyone experiences their own things
Many of mine different, it is what it is
No need for questions or a challenging quiz
Healing and closure is what persistence brings
I fight, I believe, I pray with faith and hope
Through all that happens day to day
Whether I rest or whether I run away,
Peaceful places wait on the mountain slope
Heidi Sands
10/2/26
(C)opyright
Light...pierces opaque eyes
Light...plumes lavender skies
Light...enlightens the wise
Light...is life on the rise
Dark dreams...dwell on the past
Dark deeds...will everlast
Dark days...are coming fast
Dark shadows...ever cast
He had his chance at life
Fear held him back
Instead of moving forward
He retreated in reverse
His tombstone’s inscription terse
‘Life’s blessing ~ his curse’
At five, whole world a wondrous gleam,
A bottomless, bright, benign dream,
Each step a secret, shine so bright,
Moments like fleeting sunbeams’ light.
Fifteen years, a smooth shifting tide,
Where fervent feelings faintly hide,
A quest for self, a whispered plea
Of who I am eternally.
Thirty now, the path quite defined,
With purpose clear and heart entwined,
A steady stride, a settled grace,
Carving own dreams in time and space.
At fifty, wisdom starts to bloom,
Dispelling shadows, chasing gloom,
Reflecting past sweet or sour years,
In the span of time, without fears.
At seventy, some desired rest,
Where peace and quietness are blessed,
A life well lived, a journey's end
On loved ones, memories, depend.
cellar door afar
cellar door ajar
amber discovered
candle uncovered
cellar door afar
cellar door ajar
candle discovered
amber light hovered
cellar door ajar
cellar door afar
amber light covered
candle smoke hovered
His heart sinks to his boots
at the mountian of work that suits -
much are rejectable at first glance -
but some needs a second glance.
The majority is best described as 'fortnight tea'.
Getting to grips with diffent registers,
varied poetic voices and levels of growth,
make for a couldron of flavours
catering for differnent tastes -
editors are expected to wear many hats.
This is before rhyme can be checked -
mistakes are argued away as poetic licence -
and getting to grips with dialect
and varied stressed syllables ...
This is just scratching the surface.
AI can be helpful - up to a point:
It does not 'get' idiom and many metaphor
which the more seasoned poet employs.
Poetry is a living, breathing medium -
it can't be difined by an algorithm.
Shoe leather sidewalks
Shadow cast skywalks
Hosts a bevy of ghosts
The long summer heat
Torch blue collar feet
Soles roasting coast to coast
Gothic museums
Gold colosseums
Unsheathes the royal wreaths
Flotsam and Jetsam
Worn Skechers gets 'em
Souls bleeding in the weeds
He who’s in a state of separation,
hypnotised and in clutches of ego,
knowing not oneness of God’s creation,
how may he his fears and desires let go,
save by shifting into staid stillness slow,
recognising this life as but a dream,
created by thoughts he himself did stream?
Thou anchor of my all, of love and life,
For in a marriage, hearts both beat for two;
For thou art woven with me, wove and wife,
For thus, while growing old, we do renew.