Rhyme Life Poems | Examples
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What matters I’m 5
Kindergarten freedom vives
No longer hangin wit mom
With my own peers now
What matters when 15
I’ll be video gaming
Skateboarding, bike riding
Doin some 10th grade studying
What matters when I’m 30
Getting out of debt
Saving for retirement WORRY
Dropping toxic dynamics
What matters when 50
Keeping maintaining good health
Stilled financial security
Medical preventive screenings wealth
Matters what at 70
Independence and mobility
Ableness to walk, talk, see
Pain free living active be
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9/16/26
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I'm laying here tonight
In the bed we used to share
Looking at your side hurts
Without you it's so bare
I pull your pillow close to me
But you scent is gone too
As tears roll down my face
My heart breaks again missing you
It hurts a little extra knowing
You leaving is because of me
This burden I'll carry forever
I deserve all this misery
I don't deserve happiness
That fact should be known
I deserve this life of regret
That I'll forever spend alone
Humility is so very hard to find
man is themselves have this great lack
for most of us think we're so great
the very opposite of a humble knack
Looking far and near to find one
many think they are humility-full
but the one who does proves they're not
for they smack of the opposite, so uncool
Learn from those who are meek of heart
thinking they are the least of all
not putting themselves out to the front
instead content being last no matter who calls
They are also those who speak seldom
using only words to encourage and lift up
not seeking to be critically rude
only happy to say little about your cup
Well, how does one sum this up?
be humble, keep yourself idol-free
think not great of your very self
walk the humble road with integrity
One door closes, another opens
different phases oft find us half-asleep
Like the moon, they wax and wane regularly
though folks don’t always see
Conditioned to think they’re spread out
they can come in bunches
Disrupting our mindsets
evading our hunches
And when we think we’ve reached the end
another phase may lie around the bend
To shake us from complacency
to stir the pot ~ to bury reverie
Life’s a lucid dream where we are in trance,
so we reflect on musings created,
in imaginary realms where we dance,
our roles shape shifting, stooped stance sedated,
at times sorrowful, at times elated.
Having not made love and light our mainstay,
our dreams betray that we have lost our way.
By Poet.... "Haven hide me safe and sound. Far away from this cruel world. Give me peace of mind and body."
The story of my haven,
as I ran from the huge raven.
Was I living in a cave-in?
Life's pictures have been hung with a cloth pin.
The huge raven represents life,
the cave-in represents midlife.
Where did life go?
Time had no flow,
no more glow.
All the time I was low,
I just wanted to live and to grow.
Hiding in my safe haven covered with snow,
I now watch TV and a new game show.
Don't try to understand too hard.
The lyrics you may disregard.
For, in life's song, you must see
the meaning's in the melody.
The sun affects so much of what we see
it pierces into these places so dark
without the sun, it remains hidden
it's been like that ever since the ark
These dark corners hidden away
we seem to miss that hidey-hole
except when that bright beam penetrates
it brings out what otherwise would have stole
Now your body also has dark places
that when the sun shines, it bright rays
it brings a rich glow upon your face
shows up God's hidden hand done with clay
The obvious darkness is in the night
out there, only the stars and the moon
brings light to the night out there
makes one wish for a bright high noon
There's an invisible darkness in our souls
which is worse than any other kind
for it will bring an eternal death
which only God's Son can everlastingly shine
These cement shoes…
They hold me down.
I’ve got the blues.
It’s not profound.
I do not care.
I’ve paid my dues.
But still, I wear
These cement shoes.
A ball and chain
Holding me back.
I place the blame
On all I lack.
I’m unaware
Of any pain
But still I wear
A ball and chain.
It seems a strange philosophy.
Ignoring all my history.
What won’t cut deep must leave a bruise.
And you can’t run in cement shoes.
I’ve stainless steel
Around each wrist.
Yes, life is real
But hit or miss.
And I just stare.
I cannot feel
Because I wear
This stainless steel.
My cement shoes.
A mortal sin.
I cannot lose
But I can’t win.
It’s so unfair
But that’s old news
For still, I wear
These cement shoes.
A darling, a sweetheart
We agree to disagree and become carefree
Cupid's dart!
In sorrows, joys
We share all, over a coffee
Our poise!!
Tranquil
Life glows in glee
Fill!!!
A darling, a sweetheart
We share all, over a coffee
Fill!!!
(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
From birth to death and back again
An arc that’s bending now to then
A spiral in this time and space
Around a pole that has no trace
A mystery the jesters sing
“Best thing in life is not a thing”
And yet, it’s really all we know
Our joy and sorrow’s how we grow
We wish for more if truth be told
But life is more than growing old
A life well lived in playing out
Leaves us at last without a doubt
Saint or sinner, calm or deranged
All in the end, forever changed
I’m looking at the stream of life
But thinking of its sea,
While wondering who is free
To be what they should be.
Though life is short, it rambles on;
Still, we plan ahead until we’re gone
And before we die we realize
Our hopes and dreams metastasized.
Yet, after life what happens next?
We think we know, but only guess.
Yet, there are those who have a plan,
And forge ahead like a clergyman
Who is sure his beliefs cannot be shams.
They, too, look at the stream of life
While thinking of its sea
And wonder how to be free.
to rhyme life’s unrhymed lines we just align ~
our vibrant presence with bliss beats divine
The bird soared high above me
Showing off, it is so free
Open skies and puffy white clouds
Away from all the busy crowds
I watched, I pondered, many things
All that evolves, all that life brings
I am grateful for all of the good,
even with all the bad; I wish I could...
change in this wild, chaotic world
All the trauma I witnessed that whirled
But, there is always something better
It takes focus, persistence and belief
Trust me, there are ways to find relief
It is hard to believe in a turbulent time
- I can only say it in this rhyme -
Heidi Sands
9/6/26
(C)opyright
“Attention is the beginning of devotion.” —Mary Oliver
I keep the pebble safe with me,
Within my pocket’s care.
I turn my bear to watch the tree;
He sits beside me on the chair.
At lunch I smile at crowds that glance,
And hope for friendly eyes to meet.
By night, I search the newest dance,
To keep in step out on the street.
I check the clock to plan my day,
And clear the inbox, one by one.
The heavy keys are tucked away;
Before I leave, the day’s begun.
I test my knee before the stair,
The kitchen hinge complains at night.
I mend the things that need my care,
And leave the rest to settle right.
I move my chair into the sun,
And warm both hands around my tea.
The morning asks for nothing done;
The light has found the place for me.