Parents Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Parents Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Parents. These are the best examples of Rhyme Parents poems written by international poets.
to both the parents am tethered
with love nurtured, tended, guided
this moment is all that matters
enthused by dreams where heart glided
snake of ego then spreads its hood
puberty is a profound shift
for no reason arises guilt
fear mirrors desire, soul’s adrift
head rules heart, presence is street smart
subterfuge the name of the game
at dawn each morn battle ready
flame of lust is too hard to tame
it is now time to contemplate
where are we headed, who are we
shifting to heart we end debate
that truth beyond form we may see
skin wrinkles yet heart sings love’s song
we dance with no need to rehearse
in heart resounds God’s cosmic gong
we feel one with the universe
When the toilet paper roll
is almost empty,
it may cause panic,
but only temporarily!
You just have to make sure
a full roll is close by,
for if not, there may be no one
to hear your anguished cry!
In my parents' house, the extra bumwad
was in a closet,
but not in the loo;
a circumstance that should have been outlawed,
for what was a child to do
with the poo
that was still stuck on his smelly backside?
Some ingenuity must be applied!
Well, the toilet paper roll is paper too!
Unroll it, smooth it out. That oughta do!
When we're born and we see for the very first time
Our parents amidst glee and the hoping that life's fine
We edge into our days fortunate to meld into years
Our parents amidst glee and their hoping for no tears
As we travel life's road yes unknown forks from day one
Our parents amidst thee but knowing it's not all to be fun
Amidst our years of growing we become wise to our surrounds
Our parents amidst thee when in life it sometimes runs aground
It's when our stormy shores tell us of the people we're losing
Our parents amidst thee to no comprehend to life's choosing
When that day arrives and with whom we've grown we've now lost
Our parents amidst thee to meld when life's becomes, exhaust.
Darn kids arrive and turn lives upside down,
Doted and loved and they don’t have a clue,
That parents haven’t a way around it -
But unconditionally, through and through.
For starters we’re awake from sleepless nights,
Then toddlers’ tantrums test our calm and cool.
And folks, please note, we’re stripped of spanking rights
As soon as darn kids start going to school.
Darn kids grow up and out of childhood bliss,
Some move away or in, if basement’s spare.
Now sleepless nights are somehow dearly missed,
It’s daily worries parents have to bear.
Based on facts darn kids don’t make exceptions,
‘Who is loved more’ stems from misconceptions.
None is perfect thus no one is to blame -
We’re hardwired to love them all the same.
How sad that curse of sibling rivalry
that makes most children strive to be the best,
and puts dear parents in a painful place
which causes them to solve an unfair test.
“Which one of us do you love more?” may ask,
to put your heart and soul right on the line.
Each parent's feelings certainly cannot
divide unequally love so divine.
Although I never had to answer this-
but if I did, so they could somehow see,
ask them to choose 'tween our dear pup or cat
to find how hard a choice like this would be.
Surely, they'd look at me with quite a stare
and screech, "Mommy, we think that's so unfair!"
My sense of humor odd a bit
enough sometimes for a fat lip
People don't laugh seldom smile
say things abusive and loud
My parents were married happily
for as their son they deny it was me
No friends so they tied a pork chop around my neck
and the family dog became vegan I was reject
Never good at math numbers don't add up
subtract money I don't have became bankrupt
Voted in the election for the wrong guy
he won but for my vote he still denies
Why can't the sky be orange
nothing rhymes with orange new line
My humor makes me laugh out loud
but my laughter is lonely somehow
Jokes tell on me more than I do them
with my humor I never win.
As I sit and think of the world of today
A part of me just fades away
To give you an idea of the state the world is in.
I have no idea where to begin..
Murder by stabbing: a child with a gun
The parents say that they are just having fun.
Two-tier policing and turning a blind eye
No one cares when the innocent die
Drugs sold freely on the corner of the street.
People are starving with nothing to eat.
Sleeping in doorways in the heat and the cold.
Being homeless affects the young and the old.
Grooming gangs and knife-wielding thugs
Promising good times through drink and hard drugs
I remember the good times when the world was a safe place.
Now the world is being taken over by an uncaring human race
A victim of abduction, abuse and terror
At six, a sweet daughter and innocent girl
Parents grieved with fountain of tears’ blur
Sought for justice in screaming anger.
Thousand watt smile radiated amidst her wounds
Reassured her parents that she'll be fine soon
With firm belief that God will cuddle her on His throne
As she joins the choir of angels and watch them around.
Held their hands and casted them her last thousand watt smile
Before her last breath, there were sparkles in her eyes
Expression of gratitude before parting for paradise
A place beyond those stars, far for her in just few miles.
Abigail Scabes with her zombie-like grin
Chases a werewolf to her parent’s chagrin
Catching him and dragging him back to her lair
Don’t you care? I ask them. Don’t you care?
Abigail’s parents are horrified that she
Has become a cannibal in addition to zombie
We can hear the werewolf screaming for his life
Then there is silence; it frightens me and my wife.
Abigail Scabes comes out wearing a wolf pelt
Holding a carcass, and yet who is in the kilt?
It is the werewolf, it seems they are a couple now
onlookers are frightened into just saying “wow!”
baby angel boy had one task today
He had to choose his parents or heaven-stay
He watched the potential couples all day long
none seemed perfectly right, they all seemed wrong
Then he saw a child who needed a brother.
He prayed for a baby boy, with his grandmother.
Baby angel boy told the angels he had chosen and felt wise.
When this couple found out, it was an enormous surprise.
They had been told they could not have another child.
But God is good, and prayers are answered whether tame or wild.
Dorothy wanted her own Christmas tree
That’s silly said her parents, truly silly!
They told this to her Uncle Leroy Lee
He told their grandmama who went on a spree
She brought a tree for each of the kids that day
Swiping their parents’ ridiculous excuses away
I am the grandma, I can do what I want she said.
You cannot put me in a corner or put me to bed.
He has trained all his life for a job
parents paid for lots of training for bozo Bob
He used to brag about what he could do
But he has never had a job, I knew
His employable skills are actually few
He has tried many things, but not followed through
In a restaurant he jumped our booth
landed on the lap of a girl named Ruth
I heard him say “You’re a fireman, I am too.”
Retired though, back in ’82.
A lie of course, he never finished the training at all.
Dropped out of it less than two weeks, in the fall.
Everything he said was a lie and absurd.
He did not let Ruth get in a word.
When I finally dragged him away
I heard Ruth give a tiny hooray
She had always been told she had to be four
Before her parents would let a puppy in the door
You might hurt him, or he might hurt you they said.
She thought she’d never get a puppy, this girl Ted.
Her whole name was Theadora, but they called her Ted.
She was semi-named after her goofy uncle Ned Zed Ed.
A Golden Retriever jumped into her lap on Christmas Eve.
She was finally four, now her parents she could believe.
Grandiose goose wore her high-heeled shoes
to run through town, spreading all kinds of news
she is a gossip, that gibber- fidget goose
I am shocked her parents let her out, on the loose
She has been sued with libel and slander too
Rumors run rampant before she is through
Sure, she dresses well, in those high-heeled shoes
But do not believe her when she says this is news.
It doesn’t depend on a choice but rather
You have it innately, or not
Though it can’t be derived from mother or father
Inevitably, with a lot
Of all other merits and habits they can
Subliminally pass to you
Either you belong, or you’re not one of them
Who live as if splat in two
The national mammals like to care about
The superior meanings of their tribe
But what goes around swiftly comes around
In reverse, from another side
When it comes to a whirlwind of echoes
The nationals can’t discern
Their own voice, and from what of ghettos
A heavier smoke returns.