Rimed Poems | Examples

ABRACADABRA a SQUIB recitation

I will create as I speak
with rimed spontaneity I'll seek

A Tanka Rimed

in an albertine goodbye
a delicate petalled rose
dying sans a sigh-
flutters slowly from on high
to the green sward,to lie

Poet's a To Z Aloud No 4

John Dryden of poeting did espire
                            specializing in rimed satire

Am I a Summer's Day

Am I a Summer’s Day?
By Sy Roth

Do I compare myself to a summer’s day?
I think not, 
Winter’s chill perhaps,
Cold rivulets of icy waters
Coursing down a crenelated brow
Perhaps.
A dirge,
A threnody 
A morose psalm to an ancient soul
A toddler’s wobbly steps taken down a bumpy road,
Rocks kicked up along dusky, chilled ancient iters,
Toted memories borne in metal hods
Black rimed with coal dust 
To ward off wintry chills.
Humped to the lean-tos 
Quickly, in the hurried winds of time,
Detritus carried along in waves of my own confusion.
And the summer’s day an illusion of
Tripping down bare-tree lanes.  
I am the winter of my own discontent.

Her Side

Her Side
By Sy Roth

Are they going to die like that?
Expire
Retire 
As a broken, opalic string of DNA
Ribonucleic disaster
Worm-eaten womb 
Ascerbic molecules.

Who enabled this procreatic mission?

They rimed it with a urine trail
Left --Her side
Discordant disdain
Heeding her rantings.

Across the hall a pink room 
Only denoting her sex
Imponderable expressions of emotions
Laid bare among a string of rejections.

It echoes hollowly in the recesses.
She laid WMD traps,
Exploding in sickly apprehensions 
A vale of tears.

The sisters fought the battle of Cain and Abel
Smashing their bloodless heads.

The progenitors walked between them
Without trepidation
To the other side 
To vanish in a haze of decaying synapses
Leaving behind only questions
Left silent in the detritus of their disdain.

Autumnal

S lowly, imperceptibly, long summer days start to die,
E vening comes down, like a smile to a frown, softly as a sigh.
P atination turns to grey, suffused with rustic hue,
T ides turn and skies burn a different, steely blue.
E verywhere is hunkering down, now that summer's lost,
M ornings are fresher, following the thresher, now rimed in frost.
B ucolic ease flushes the trees with dazzling autumn shades,
R uminants sleep in byre and barn as daylight softly fades.
I nsular people in city and town find refuge in their mufflers,
S unny smiles and beguiling eyes morphing to sneezers and snufflers.

Winter's Breath

Winter sticks its icy nose onto the window glass
causing dust motes to rise and fly as they pass
You can almost see them shiver as they shy away,
not wanting to go outside  into the frigid air to play

Blinds are closed at 4:00 o'clock and tea is on to steep
Supper is early and by 8:00 o'clock all are asleep
Cats snuggle close in bed, seeking warmth where they can
Covers are raised high under chins of every child and man

Breath draws its portraits in the chilly air with puffy whirls
breath from nostrils exposed, rises ceiling-ward in curls
When morning comes, will build a cheerful fire in the stove
as we gather close around, not daring far to from it to rove

Ice skates hang up pegs by the ice-rimed back door,
scarves, gloves, mufflers, in piles taken from the store
No one thinks to complain about the weather outside
They just await an hour when there will a joyful sleigh ride

Tapiwa

Not beauteuos to say but you more than
A frog to kiss, In nous you inflicts these
Emotions that spins round and round in
My mind, irresistable and the pulse harsh.

With a gaze to your splendid torso, brings
Forth a maze, that I am lost in thy white
Rimed perplexing eyes only my portray to
See bewildered in the dark pigmented iris

If not this be error, an optic nerve Beauty
Then I have learnt to appreciate my lady
And comprehend in nous my lameo not
To voe thy affections. A figment of minds

More than a fantasy... That you are even
The reason to my dawn ejaculations awry
Craiz as it is Tapiwa words cant weird all
In that is deeply hidden in fragile hearts.

Not Like the Other

Opened the cupboard what a find
Dented can deep in behind
All by its self pushed to the side
Sadly like that meaning to hide

Like the rest but different yes sure
Reinforced rimed made to endure
Went a bit sideways began to roll
Hit the floor went for a stroll

Came to a stop wooden boarder
Picked up again left like a hoarder
Now you are found  what to do
Have to choose soup or the stew

Need the sustenance dented one
Another problem could be for some
No clear markings missing your label
Dented can will not make table
 
12/30/2017

The Old Man

Sits beside his window, his red-rimed eyes
 Unseeing
 In his mind are sunsets and rainbows,
 And shining stars in the dense cold blackness

 Of space
 He listens to the laughter of children, mixed
 With the static roar of the engines
 Of ancient warplanes,

 And longs for the cool, loving caress
 Of the sea
 He dreams of a place where every decision
 Is right,

 And every game played
 Is won
 And the mezzo-forte of day diminishes
 To the pianissimo of dusk, he wonders,

 Did I do it right ?
 May I play
 Again ?

Wilderness

Fir-crested top of hill,
glamour of spires,
peaks along the horizon -
skyline which inspire.

In the Ravine,
grow wildflowers on the flanks.
Burdocks are on creek’s banks.
On the prey is falling, Falcon’s hunting beak.

Alder’s leaves yellowish brown,
plants uprooted by the stormy wind
and the talus which fell down –
wilderness charming mint.

Tumbling streams are as a guide,
rock-rimed lakes – hunting dive.
To the sun with a night,
hawks are gliding.

A Cold and Cloudy Day

These woods so lovely dark and deep,
Pray the lord my soul to keep,
Forgotten promises did not.
Ice castles of regret bleed
Rimed ichor from Pluto's cold pot.

The horse ridden with no harness,
Mistakes were made in earnest,
Flying crystalline children scream
Love has miles and miles to go
Before it finds the frozen stream.

I think alas its true perchance
To dream of warmth and then glance
At sun, but they darken my view.
These shades of grey conceal heaven
In frosty undertones they skew,
I have miles to go and never sleep.

A Winter Ode

Crisp…Crisp the night!
‘Pon cheeks as white as snow
Crazy quilt of rimed patterns
Limned upon the window

Soft…soft the lacy flakes!
Each one unique and new
Blanket o’er land and lakes
Winter’s take on dew

Games…games of Fox and Hound!
Pristine drifts of frosting
Turned into frigid battlegrounds with
Brief truces for time defrosting

Steam…cottony steam!
Wool mittens too near the flame
Cold stiff fingers, white as cream
Toes frozen from the game

Quiet…Winter quiet! (shhhh)
Sounds muffled by the fluff
Of snow so deep not e’en a peep
Can struggle up through the stuff

Smoke…writhing smoke!
Reaching for the sky
Chimneys breathing, tendrils weaving
Rising with a sigh

Winter…cold, cold hard winter!
Makes Summer wishes come to light
Til icicles fall, shatter and splinter
…Tis crisp…crisp the night!!!…

The Winter Is So Long This Year

The winter is so long this year, 
So snowy, windy and severe.
The storm is blowing, can you hear?
But I feel safe,  ’cause you are near.

It`s like a fairy-tale, my dear:
The window`s rimed, no longer clear.
I like this winter`s atmosphere.
And I feel warm `cause you are here.

October Snow

October should have falling leaves
Instead of pelting flakes.
It seems like Mother Nature
Has been making some mistakes.

Perhaps she’s getting senile
And dementia’s taken hold,
So despite the date, she’s sending us
Some snow and ice and cold.

The hay rides all have been postponed,
The pumpkins rimed with frost;
And people who planned outdoor galas
Must feel double-crossed.

There’s nothing we can really do
If Mother Nature slips.
With any weather she doles out,
We have to come to grips.

And so today, I stayed inside
And watched the snowflakes fly;
When crazy rules come from above,
We might as well comply.

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