Long Rhyming couplets Poems
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Our Paradise Advise—My Sweetest Love!
My sweetest love hearest thou reverently my advice
My advice is to leave now for our home—in paradise.
Paradise blooming with rainbows and tasty red cherries
Cherries, delicious mangoes, and bright sweet berries.
Berries with our cottage in the midst with a skylight
Skylight, gingerbread, and sunset—await us at twilight.
Twilight and misting rain for showers on our lawn
Lawn where we sing sweet songs with birds at dawn.
Dawn where firefly’s lights soothing sweet moods
Moods with ravens bringing us nice nourishing food.
Food while sparrows build our soft resting nest
Resting nest, my dear love—my darling, my sweetest.
Sweetest we will wish upon the mellow shining stars,
Stars shining above us—where we shall not be far!
Author’s Notes: The “Linking Pin Sonnet” ending lines join with the same beginning word of the next line consecutively to the end of the sonnet. It has fourteen lines as each sonnet does. The “Linking Pin Sonnet” has a rhyming scheme of AABB CCDD EEFF GG. Each quatrain stanza has four line of two rhyming couplets, and the poem ends with a rhyming couplet. The “Linking Pin Sonnet” was created by Dr. Joseph S. Spence, Sr. (Me), January 15, 2017, while studying English literature, creative writing, the African Diaspora, and poetry, at the University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee, after studying twenty different sonnet forms and styles from different poets. There are multiple examples in my most recent 9th poetry book, “Sincerely Speaking Spiritually,” published February 18, 2020, on the link to Amazon.com below! https://www.amazon.com/Joseph-S-Spence-Sr/e/B0855CYRPS?ref_=dbs_p_ebk_r00_abau_000000.
Remember when we were young, you and I
Bit of boyish mischief we used to cause
The swearing, pushing, shoving, and punches
We'd put on the charm when it came to mom
Bit of boyish mischief we used to cause
You, big brother, I followed and looked up to
We'd put on the charm when it came to mom
Inseparable, we stood by one another
You, big brother, I followed and looked up to
We went our different paths as we grew
Inseparable, we stood by one another
I miss the fun times when we were kids
We went our different paths as we grew
The swearing, pushing, shoving, and punches
I miss. The fun times when we were kids
Remember when we were young, you and I
2/8/2020
A plain Pantoum not a rhyming pantoum
Contest Name PANTOUM
Sponsored By: Line Gauthier
February 10, 2020 POTD
Typically a pantoum is made up of two rhyming couplets, however, Western writers altered and adapted the form, the importance of rhyming and brevity diminished. So, pantoums do not need to rhyme.
how clever a peck on the cheek, a kiss on the head
a hug with a boa constriction for the parents i love.
how cruel this fate of social isolation, to stunt the breath
of this illusion, that i might have them more and more times.
the kiss off of a mother’s day and all things pretty and wrinkled.
a jolly show of faces — did i once think the actors could slink
through a small or large screen. we haggle with time, dressing
up in effects, wrapping backgrounds, like furs, around caricatures
of ourselves — astronauts, cross-dressers, punk. my mom
holds a very dry martini — six olives on a skewer in empty glass.
we kin do amuse one another and the claustrophobic togetherness
where a normal situation would have us wandering, appetizering,
sidewinder-chitchatting, fobbing the keys of a remote control,
checking seconds and minutes for appropriateness of slipping
out the door — that of course, for bored spouses, who love
the in and out of screen time and beg to screen all holidays this way
while a bored housewife wants for the drive that spurs one on
toward childhood — a link between life and death, playful
joy of trinkets and melodious voices soothed by the setting years;
the wrinkle of time sells all anger, judgment, unkindness —
the baggage that weighs down elephants, the infantile crawl
of bondage. Now the rocking of Brumbies, snail’s pace of sunset
grace of a gray nest, cascading shoulders, ears out of tune
but pure-gold’s love — the plinking strings of a plentitude heart.
Mom and Dad cheer with glistening glasses, their merry martinis
marvel at their wealth — one olive, three olivettes grin at them.
5/11/2020
Non-rhyming couplets
Take away the memories burning within my heart.
Rid me of grief I've felt since we were torn apart.
Offer me a brew of magical potion so I can forget
This wretched anguish born from things that I regret.
Songs of sorrow stumble me; I can't listen any more
Sedate me with wine until I lie cradled on the floor.
Echoes of his voice have left my emotions oppressed.
There is no consolation, and my heart cannot find rest.
Please allow my dire heartache a semblance of peace.
I am drowning in misery and desperately seek release.
Often plagued by thoughts that easily overpower me.
How much longer will this strife last until I am free?
How do I bury yesterday's burdens in the ground?
Must I mourn forever, in black ash cloth gowned?
April 13, 2021
Rhyming Couplets Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
THE FATE OF FUTURE
A romp of childhood, descending my steep driveway, to the bus.
My urgent path lit dimly, filled with compacted snow, shoveled
with steel blades. I wearing a woolen coat, always late.
Still on time, before great big wheels grind down a country road.
Youth, with hair still damp, long and fine, shyness hides inside.
Tired teens, all around me, I watch the wipers swipe morning flurries.
The repetitive motion, bestowing comfort, like a lullaby -
before the din of crowded classrooms and impertinent teachers.
My math teacher, with a schnoz that crests Everest,
an informer of intelligent students. Less inclined
to teach her fearful ones, to shame us with a shun.
A glare of eagle spectacles, nearly scorning our dark plight.
Yet, classrooms with nouns, adjectives, verbs spur me on
to serendipitous highs. I fly with Kilmer, dip with Plath.
I lean forward as psychology and sociology take me by the arms.
I feel the fate of future, the lovely breeze has dried my hair, sublime.
9/5/2017
Non Rhyming couplets
Nice roses or chocolates I seldom see
from the man who long ago married me.
But I cannot complain, and that’s because
the way he is today he always was!
He offered me a life to share with him.
And we’re still standing though some times were grim.
I’ve never caught my husband making eyes
at other gals. He’s not one of those guys!
He’s kind of shy, but he can get quite loud
if someone’s trashing me. That’s not allowed.
Hard-working and dependable is he.
But he is faithful, most importantly.
Written 4/21/2016 For the Loyalty Contest of Broken Wings
Using rhyming couplets.
CRISS-CROSS
Hill was criss-crossed on net- work of tea plants.
While walking, I observed long queue of ants.
Ants to cross road from one side to other.
People coming, crossing, did not bother.
I am to watch minutely for minutes.
Being disturbed by steps, for moments row splits.
All disciplined to form prompt a new row.
Odor of ants is signal to follow.
I took a little leap to cross the queue.
A dazzling dew drop came into my view.
It is enjoying smart behavior
of wonderful species, being admirer.
Curiosity-appreciation
rejoiced to meet at a cross-connection.
Third place in 'Cross' Contest
First Place
'MARCH WEEK 1 2019' Contest by Brian Strand
'Rhyming Couplets' Contest by Janice Canerdy
(Rhyming Couplets)
The book of our life's much unknown,which means, is not ever seen or read.
Yet man thinks that they know it all, but it's all in their head
Life is filled with so much sorrow, pain and stress each day
Partly to blame is sin and all the evil that men do.
Men in their heart the love of God for other things keep replacing
And so the love in their hearts for their fellowman grows cold,uncaring and is dying.
Rich, poor, famous or unheard of, beautiful, ugly, short or tall
What does it matter? We're all sinners,saved only by grace,and that's all
If all men were to change their wicked ways today and turn around
In this world kindness and love in the name of God would be more found
But sin, grief,suffering and death, are only man's fate to grasp for now
Till Jesus returns or they listen His gentle call and one day to Heaven they go.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2014
December,4, 14
wave me a light in midst of gloom,
boundless your mercy, give me room,
candle I light for you with hope,
oh! please my Lord, throw us a rope!
world is torn asunder by hate,
evil rides the stallion called fate,
devil is master, none can cope,
oh, please my lord, throw us a rope!
innocents die ere they can smile,
their mother’s besides in a pile,
those who survive, there is no scope,
oh, please my lord, throw us a rope!
you created us in few days,
can resolve this in quicker ways,
show us light, in darkness we grope,
oh, please my lord, throw us a rope!
Premier contest winner 7
Written 26/10/2023
8 syllables each line
with rhyming couplets with the last line repeated.
Regina Macintosh sponsored
October’s story contest
this October is not celebration for many
Reading David Rakoff’s book,
In rhyming couplets, really shook
Me way down deep inside my core;
I read and read and wanted more.
A novel all in poetry?
I think he wrote it just for me,
For who could love it more than I?
I’m sure that you can guess the why.
The brilliant rhymings all surpass,
In creativity and sass,
The best that I have ever read;
I wish I’d written them instead.
The author, sadly, died before
His novel hit the selling floor.
Oh, how I wish I’d had the chance
To tell him how his rhyme enchants.
So I will spread the word around,
A fellow-rhymer, honor-bound,
That here’s a book that all MUST read,
To knock your socks off, guaranteed!