Rhyme Words Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Words poems are examples of Words poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Words Rhyme poems written by international poets.
O, Happy Day!
Now just a minute here
A day is a Biblical construct of time
Attribute its ‘happiness’
~ to old-fashioned rhyme
Words of Encouragement
Sometimes you need this from the ones you admire most
The best compliments are from those who are close
High fives can't be given by someone with a closed fist
Commending others isn't something you should resist
Receiving it is like that boost of energy that keep you going
Its a warm sweater when winds of discouragement start blowing
We would never know what a couple of words can do
One day you might need those same words to be used on you
Motivation gives everyone a reason to strive harder or start new
So always give others that extra push with a few lines or two
A gentleman I know
who’s held in high esteem
left this world two days ago
smiling softly in a dream
His tombstone bore the words below:
‘Ended life as he began
Never uttered an unkind word
about his fellow man’
I realize that I cut you deep
With this awful words I said
Those words now permanent
Living forever in your head
If you happen to forgive me
Those words stuck in your brain
Will forever be playing over
As they continue causing pain
No matter how much I try
Those words will not erase
You'll be reminded with pain
Every time you see my face
How can you ever love me
After everything that i said
We are victims of my words
And our love is now dead
It only takes one
as words rise together
It only takes one
new phrases release
It only takes one
to carve out a memory
It only takes one
— your words in relief
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Writing poetry is never easy.
Starting has always been hard.
Ideas rarely flow smoothly
Distractions leave the paper marred.
Thoughts confuse the writing
And never let me think.
Contradictions result from this
And drive me to the brink.
Meter and tone must be perfectly right
And rhyme must be even better.
“Proper Form” should be used,
On down to every letter.
The most difficult part of all
As some may quickly see,
Comes when trying to finish.
It is to end my poetry.
I listen to the wind as it dries my tears
because its flowing current is wiser than all my years.
~ Quote by poet
Wind is never silent, echoing its cries
Sings in the night to stars in celestial skies
Stories are told upon the rushing wind
but in the telling, never does it feel chagrined.
Quicker than a heartbeat, it errantly flies.
Across mountain peaks its music is heard.
In harmony, I listen to every word.
I feel the cold of its temperate sting
and along with its beckoning lyrics, I sing.
When its message touches me, I am stirred.
In a gentle voice through meadows, it talks
Capturing my attention on morning walks
Inviting me along with flowers to take flight
to soar to the moon. I'd accept the invite
if I had pinion wings like eagles and hawks.
I listen to the wind as it howls without grace,
blows briny waves of saltwater in my face.
It speaks of love in such a solemn breath
In its stillness, sometimes I hear it mourning death.
As if by magic the words appear
like gentle whispers that I hear
they blend together like perfect paint
sometimes whispering ever so faint.
With each brush stroke or tip of pen
the magic flows like peaceful Zen
ink pirouettes upon my page
like a Prima ballerina upon her stage.
Stanzas created as words come to play
forming together like poetic ballet
sometimes moving with beautiful grace
sometimes running to another place.
Words dance and slowly unfold
like a ballet story that needs to be told
starting with a Plie, done with ease
Poems form and aim to please.
There may be days you want to stop
just like The Nutcracker was once a flop
but now it’s famous, shared worldwide
so keep on writing, chasse or glide.
Let words appear without the strain
gently does it, you don’t want pain
Choreography & dance all take time
never rush performance or rhyme.
I. Prostitutes
Poets words are prostitutes,
Used for any writer’s pleasure,
‘Love’ and ‘death,’ ‘light’ and ‘dark,’
Among my worst offenders.
Unlike a painting’s virgin virtue,
With shapes like never seen before,
In colours just that very shade,
Unique in each of form.
Love and death are my whores too,
Whose rates are precious pain,
Never free the words we use,
Piercing time and time again.
II. Lovers
My words are tender lovers,
Whom I touch upon with care,
Flitting beauties, feathered wonders,
Whose dressing music I can wear.
My should I hold the music captive,
Arrangement words of note,
With power to soothe a race vindictive,
Make heard the quiet, give them hope.
As a stave holds finite lines,
Our language but some words,
But in those happy few we find,
Potential for new patterns,
Hitherto unheard.
I hear the way you talk
of your friends without end,
the gossip goes on non-stop,
about them and their men,
so vicious the things you say,
shock to see, candidly,
imagine what you must claim
about me, when you’re free…
Back it up,
take that sh-t elsewhere,
woman, I no longer care.
Pack it up,
The drama I’ll spare,
woman, I no longer care.
Eyes sparkle when thing go wrong,
like a beast set to feast,
all the chaos makes you strong,
that you seek, like a treat.
Relish when your friends get rough,
their beak-ups, you just love,
you can never get enough,
in your gut need this stuff.
Back it up,
take that sh-t elsewhere,
woman, I no longer care.
Pack it up,
the drama I’ll spare,
woman, I no longer care.
I see your words and lies
going around everywhere,
it makes you feel alive,
when all their mistakes you blare.
Makes you think you’re better,
your ego is a damn addict,
go peddle it online,
I have got no time for this.
Back it up,
take that sh-t elsewhere,
woman, I no longer care.
Pack it up,
the drama I’ll spare,
woman, I no longer care.
It will only end in despair.
Waiting
for the
audience
to come to him ...
He refused
to go to them
Shunning
those ears
that hide
from the truth ...
Like a rose
without its stem
Working
in concert
with Muses
above ...
What’s sacred
to remain
Each word
and its
treasure
a gift given once ...
Their measure
— to proclaim
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Fascinated, Gainfully Harnessed, Impishly Joyful
Again, a contest I can't deny.
There's someone though, who makes me grateful
While I sit and ponder, knowing my.
Kind, Loyal, Muse, Nicely Observes
My constant request for her inspiration.
By finding words this poem deserves
Through her obliging communication.
Perusing Quests Requires Studious Time
To edit, correct, some lines rearrange.
Ensuring then my end words all rhyme
Therefore, deliberate lines to exchange.
Unquestioned Victory, With Xenial Yes!
Together my muse and I agree.
These words are ours, but now confess
My secret muse is really like me!
The sheet is blank, and so's the mind
It's hard to think it so unkind
That friend that's been with you so long
Declining now to come along
It was not always thus, and so
At times so willingly to go
It led some place you'd rather not
Wondering just how you got
From here to there and back again
But still you treat it like a friend
Sometimes one that's led astray
Sometimes the one you hope will stay
For friends are dear, we know that now
Another hand upon the plow
Another shoulder in the trace
Which pulls its weight in that hard place
Aligns us there within the race
Drops us right into that place
Where furrowed brow relaxes now
And finds the rest none can efface
A quick study
fast learner
knowledge gainer
page-turner
info. retainer
midnight lube burner
all at sea
in a world of turmoil
choosing my words carefully
pouring oil on turbulent waters
a salve to soothe the sorry soul
picking only those
which carry weight
reset the balance
and the sentiment I wish to state
losing myself in the still point
of my poetry
it's there where I find
sweet sanctuary
Written: August 21, 2025, for contest by Charles Messina
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Drum beat
soft rays
moon slip
words ooze
eyes shut
winds rose
night sweet
Dark thread
tears swell
hands shake
dreams lull
skies fall
birds cry
heart treat
Stone mute
veins bloom
grief hums
hope falls
time bends
light goals
dust rush
Mind stays
truth leans
steps slow
thoughts brew
stars gleam
fears shaft
voice hush