Rhyme Water Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Water poems are examples of Water poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Water Rhyme poems written by international poets.
Daddy, there's an octopus in the cellar.
Dear, the octopus is an ocean dweller.
Daddy, now the octopus is in the attic.
Dear, the octopus is known to be aquatic -
just as I have told you, daughter.
Daddy, but the house is underwater.
Not a snowflake’s chance in mid-August
of Goldwater ever changing his stripes
Nope. Ever since he could palm a frankfurter weenie
he's been somewhere to the right of Mussolini
A proud match for William Buckley, that Barry
horn-rimmed glasses, living free on the Arizona prairie
Uh, what? He’s gone? OK. Who can I substitute? Reagan? Gone too?
How ‘bout Trump? I don’t think so. Too fickle, you see
Down at the quayside
Heading to a pier
Surges of ongoing tide
Bob the fishing gear
Seagulls flying low, descend
On the rails of pier
This road has come to an end
So the end came near
What about the next step
Is the font too small?
Or a bit too wide the gap
To forget it all?
Don’t know how to answer that
So I better stay
Wait until the light turns flat
Shadowing my way.
I'm in the water
Yet I can't swim
I drink tap water
Gluttony
Now I'm drowning.
Glup! GLUP!
"glup"
7/13/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2026
Of all the animals I could be,
which one would fill me with glee?
No fur here with a flea,
maybe smooth skin is the key.
I would love to see,
the great big blue sea.
Cool pretty water I would love to feel,
it makes me want to real.
With friends I can play and squeal,
as a fish we will steal.
I feel like a big wheel,
even through I am just a cute little seal.
Along the fence there are flowers so I water them full stream
on the other side Cosmo watches hypnotize his eyes beam
I start to the left and spray to the right to Cosmo this is a delight
from the right spray back to the left and again from left to right
The flow of full water stream and Cosmo runs along
he barks and follows the water biting at it as he follows strong
Cosmo so eager the water splashing at the plants
in rhythm he runs beside it as if with the stream he dance
I water more than attended so Cosmo can play
he is such a funny big dog I resist on him to spray.
He's known to go by many names
and we love to play at merry games -
but just who is the screwy guy
who floats in clouds up in the sky?
When he sits placidly, he's called a pond.
To my rock, his restful ripples respond.
After we've had this little talk,
he gets on his feet to take a walk,
becoming a creek or a stream -
and in a waking dream,
an arrow is loosed from a quiver,
and I'm a man and he's a river.
This old lighthouse wants to say,
about the cold clouds of gray.
When it rained all night and day,
with the keeper wanting to pray.
Then the sun would come out to play,
making the blue sea a pretty highway.
This old lighthouse saw many ships,
some sailed by and some smashed like a souffle.
Sailing by were many birds of prey,
telling the old lighthouse it was like a cast away.
Old lighthouse even on Christmas day,
I can not getaway.
For the old lighthouse and keeper was it judgment day?
Why did the keeper want to stay?
Why not just run away?
The keeper knew he could not leave ~ no way,
telling God they both were not a runway.
Two little water bowls wouldn't do anymore
for Cosmo is big and drinks much more
than the small dogs did and Sassy does
so a new water bowl I was thinking of
It's silver steel trough more than a bowl
for four gallons of water it does hold
Cosmo chews almost everything
the water bowls his mouth they clean
debris of bits of that and this
the water bowl his drinking was a mess
Maybe I can skim the water clean
after he drinks from a bowl size supreme
He's still a puppy at 80 pounds
big lovable dog whose more the clown
The water bowl now should do the trick
not refilling the small ones after water he licks
Cosmo and Sassy my doggy team they be
if I spoil them it's because they spoil me.
More impressive than ever these days
skyscrapers keep finding new ways
to terrify me every day
My megalophobia makes me break out in sweat
hold my hand downtown ~ a veritable flood you will get
Where the sky drifts into the sea
And twilight slips into starry destiny
I see you in the cliffs of mountains
Snowy tops dip into heart’s fountains
Your soul is like haunting hurricane
I’m a little boat riding it so insane
For you are stronger with less force
Maybe I’m the braver one by choice
You want my life and I live for you
You’ve made me wife I cherish this too
You are so strong perhaps as deep
Carry me along with eyes that speak
But I am red fire to your water sign
Both full of desire we sip like wine
You’re uplifting motivating and beautiful
I’m captivating grounding and typical
Our relationship is destined despite dilemma
Kiss upon lips brings bliss we’ll remember
It's just me, a lonely Massachusetts frog, by the lake, in the fog, of
Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg.
Of all home’s comforts -
other than my cozy bed -
there’s another place
where I love to prop my head.
A whirlpool tub have I
with a headrest built right in.
It has water jets
so water pressure hits my skin.
The jets I don’t use often,
but bubbles they can make,
and those come in handy
when my muscles sometimes ache.
So when nightfall comes
and solitude envelops me,
in my giant tub
is where I just might be.
Eyes closed, I lie back
in liquid warmth; stress floats away,
for this is the time
to forget woes of the day.
The cliff juts high, it towers over water
Its head is dyed with silver-green and orange grass
I got the camera eye of watching walker
To reach the future that next second turns to past
I like to see the strangers who can’t see me
I sniff the scent of lavender and clover
I’m envying the trees and bumblebees
That buzz around, and when the walk is over
I switch to you, to see your smile again
To hear your words, if you may share some news
But fortunately, everything’s the same
As yesterday, and all those days we used..
Sip it ever-so-slowly
roll it over your tongue
pause it at the back of your throat
neither ‘down it,’ let it float
gently through safe and secret passages
‘til it exits, still as a resting musical note