Life Rhyme Poems | Examples

These Life Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Life. These are the best examples of Rhyme Life poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberLife Of Regret

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


Premium MemberThe Marks Of Humility

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

Premium MemberTo Stir the Pot


                 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

Premium MemberThought of the day

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.

Premium MemberBeing Instrumental In God's Hand

We all like to be useful
especially when God's the architect
to be used by the divine master
brings pleasure to your intellect

Openness to the voice of God is a must
to be sure you're in His perfect will
walking in step in closeness to your saviour
learning from Him all you need to be still

Be patient in prayer; wait upon Him
for His leading, as God's the royal king
full of majesty, authority and power
lifts your heart upwards, following

Take in all of God's divine character
portray the Lord in every aspect of life
so people would see Him in all of you
read His word as it cuts you like a knife

Being His instrument isn't always easy
it can bring suffering and pain at times
but your comfort is, the Lord knows
like a craft poet rakes you to smooth rhymes


Premium MemberZen mode

third eye to crown becomes a seamless whole
thus the concept of chakras is destroyed
we playfully go about our life role
shining as pure consciousness unalloyed
vibrant in aloneness in the vast void
witnessing, noticing, celebrating
hum of kundalini unabating

Premium MemberTHE UNSEEN AND WHAT REMAINS

By Poet..... "Sometime life is unseen. What remains then shows up."
Over the many years, pillows have been filled with tears. Unseen dreams of attacking bears, representing my many fears. Now unseen what remains? It is all locked away in my brains, tied tight with heavy chains. Sometimes red busting veins, filling me with overwhelming pains.

Premium MemberHaven

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.

Premium MemberMelody

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.

Premium MemberNovember’s Coming

The days are getting cooler
as summer starts to fade
Classes are beginning 
and Jack-O-Lanterns made 

The Autumn winds are whistling 
a most familiar tune
They say they’re mailing ballots out
and we will get them soon

They say Trump lost his luster 
his grifts have all grown stale 
Every venture in his life
has been an epic fail

And now we’re in a pickle 
in a war with no end nigh
Led there by a loser 
who knows not the what or why

But people are resisting 
refusing to back down 
Protesting in cities 
and in every little town

Because November’s coming
and judgment, many say
the Grand Old Party’s reckoning
will be Election Day

Premium MemberThe Sun Shines On These Dark Places

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

Premium MemberHappy Birthday!

I miss my girl; I miss my wife
on this, the best day of her life,
with no more pain and no more strife
dancing at the feet of her Lord.

I am told “Take time to grieve”.
I know it’s there; I’m not naive.
But when you believe what I believe,
that just seems untoward.

Shall I play a dirge and mope?
Am I in denial? Nope!
Just dance with her in joy and hope;
receive the gift you can’t afford.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberInner Child Shouts

Your wild inner child is obviously broken
Despite big smile your words when spoken
Seem to bleed from lack of something
Could it be a dream or just a need to scream

You tell stories of never being allowed
The little things of past precious child
You feel you raised siblings at home
While still a child when days were long 

Your body grew into womanhood 
But it’s true your inner child stood
Stuck in time in limbo as little kid
Life wasn’t simple and you did

Eventually fall in love with a teen
Who for you bore kids despite dream
To be an artist and be so esteemed 
You’re trapped by life you want things

The little kid inside wasn’t ready to be 
A mother a wife as destiny winds sing
Perhaps next lifetime you will find 
All your hopes and dreams in time

Premium MemberCement Shoes

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.

Premium MemberSpouse Minichu

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!!!

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