Rhyme Poetry - Poems about Rhyme Poetry

“as we passed her she did wilt which caused in us sense of guilt since our stance perhaps did cause to put her heart’s joy on pause though we’re gentle, not hostile we diminished her soul’s smile since our aura as she viewed scent of love did not exude” —Unseeking Seeker the passersby wailed in laughter with a blink of an eye she sought...

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Tom is happy to see The hog of a dog napping The sign says beware Feline’s do not care Throwing rocks at that dog laughing...

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Swaying Sensibilities In the sultry summer nights, wistful waves weave a seductive spell, wet and wild, while whispering winds waltz with wistful wonders, writing tales of tantalizing temptations, tip-toeing towards a torrent of tormented desires. Scintillating sensations serenade the soul’s sensuous sanctuary, stirring subtle symphonies of sultry seduction, swaying sexy sensibilities. Climactic contractions culminate and course through our...

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Peter, Peter Pumpkin eater, I wish I never heard of meter....

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The poet, having found his rhyme, may sense a shiver down his spine, cocooned within a rosy glow exultant that his words now flow. Emerging from his self-inflicted torture, the best of words in the very best order. ...

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To write good poetry is such fun, you begin with a rare episode in your life, or other's; Depth is emotion's code. To write good poetry build on experience. It requres expression, good imagination, poet's destination. To write good poetry ne'er lose heart things go wrong, you grow some when you fail. At times tough at times fun, most times friend, you just sail. To write good poetry appreciate others be a...

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Dawn of spring brings chickens in the family way When humans are busy gazing at the flowers, The chickens have got their love priorities right Instead of lazing away life, spend lusty hours Chicks born in springtime are active healthy and strong A secret the wise chickens did know all along Chicks are like cotton cheese balls so cute and cuddly Unlike...

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Georgie Pordgie puddin’ and pie Kissed the girls and made them cry But when the boys came out to play Georgie Pordgie ran away There’s more to this tale than you’ve been told, Is what happened after Georgie was 16 years old, It’s why we no longer tell our children this rhyme, Because sexual assault is a very serious crime. When old Georgie...

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A friend and I had a rousing argument around the supper table the other day He said when them old fashioned poet would write ‘twas hard to understand what they had to say I told him it wasn’t so much what they said but how their words danced within meter and rhyme The art of words is like painting a picture 'stead...

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Not a word unspoken, You’ve seen it all. My heart tore open, I pour to you Instead of alcohol....

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Jesus Christ  is a blaisser He  is a provider Hosanna , Hallelujah! Hallelujah , Ah - ah! Amen Jesus Christ  is the head of the church He is pure honey that cost so much Hosanna , Hallelujah! Hallelujah , Ah - ah! Amen March 31/2023 By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris...

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There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he For nothing would he do but scribble poetry: He took up his pen again&again Indoors or out into his head ideas did shout Why was this so No-one did know like Topsy they just seemed to grow!...

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Welcome home And comfort me Today Dear Rosanme Come and join me Love dose  After prayers of prophets at home No one will separate you and me from Monday You will turn my house rose Strong parfum to my nose daily Visitors will sense it mostly At our main entrance Everyday  Happiness will rise superbly In our family As...I Say Well...

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I’m your doll My heart is made of cotton My skin is stitched I’m your little doll I’m tiny when you hold me I like to pose in your hand You sing your lullaby and I dance for you Your fingers spin me around and around and I spin for you I’m your doll, your pretty little ballerina doll -e.g....

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Where did all the sunny days go? I feel my Soul tell me it knows Howbeit I’m constantly chasing shadows Through bravado and deepening sorrows Endlessly I hear life's soprano Though it sounds empty and disturbingly hollow. My Soul tells me which rainbow to follow Daily however, I live in this empty burrow Not listening to you tell me which way...

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