Rhyme Words Poems | Examples
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Written: September 22, 2026 for a contest sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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Crimson grief coils, a choir sneaks at night,
I’ll stand at your side, unhurried, till first light.
Should stories dissolve as twilight looms,
I hold each word; silence cannot exhume.
Where the twisting road may veer,
I will endure tenaciously, I swear.
As it occurred he always had the last word.
Even when absurd was that word.
Once we thought we heard the last word,
But, as it occurred he always had the last word.
Not the first, second or the third word
Not muffled or blurred was the word
Not from a little bird came the word
As it occurred he always had the last word.
Not translated or transferred was the word
Not implied or inferred was the word
Never repeated or recurred the same word
As it occurred he always had the last word.
Word.
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in the pause
— beauty is still,
and as moments gently move
embracing the rush . . .
the air holds a soft h u s h.
in gentle breaths
words wait to whisper—
a timeless melody we know . . .
the closeness of
forever love.
lingering in the calm
creates a longing for
a tender touch,
and— a delicate
echo
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~ safe in the space and feeling you close ~
movements in space marked by time
is the stage where’s birthed a rhyme
and wherein dream forms shape shift
which heart tends to sieve and sift
desire mirrors aversion
becoming our perversion
but turning inward our glance
makes erect our soul’s stooped stance
when light chose to crystallise
it began to weigh and size
yet cessation holds the key
to be in this instant free
when there be no ownership
no doer then does worship
whence consciousness as pure light
is awash in bliss delight
we’re the light we sought to seek
so plugging energy leak
ego dies and we reclaim
flame of bliss that has no name
Thoughts and feelings written in words….how powerful you are
I vent, you listen, you stay silent….without opinion
No expectations, no judgement, no disappointment
Readily available….you are one in a million!
There are words spoken , to be commenced
It is never good in situations to be silenced
A wrongful demand from another steals rest
Yet other times in life, silence is best
Words of truth are to be forever honored
Even coming from any path that is wandered
This is when the choice made is pertinent
knowing there are people who won't repent
These choices can change a moment or life
They can calm chaos or ignite strife
In time with practice, it is learned
How to bring good things or to be burned
When the sun shines or the thunder rumbles,
Remember this choice to prevent stumbles
Heidi Sands
9/2/26
(C)opyright
What did you do?
Acting cool
Making VIP alpha list
Curling a fist?
Scan word floor
You may find four
Sounding good
As writings should
So, summon 'a,i,o,u'
Hush, 'I am not through'
Using this writing tool
Pointing out fools
Swimming in soup pool
Starting buzz
With its warming fuzz
Hail king
Only thing
That will sing
Following 'A', in command
Major B, who has a plan
To find a way out of this jam
My young child, I bid you good night
Now go to your room and light
Your fantasy story sight
Taking you far
Lapping any shooting star
As with my first and last nom
This stanza has no 2nd vow'l.
A bit of a mind whirl to omit it
You could go crazy and howl...
It's difficult to think of words
On spot without it.
But you and I can accomplish this.
Don't doubt it!
Voilà! Does this qualify for a task that hooks?
It's not as straight forward as it first looks!
On Saturday afternoons long ago, when cartoons faded from the TV’s glow
A teenager earned a modest pittance, to finish the week with his remittance
From coins for cans and chores to do, the basement became the work place too
A weekly ritual dust and sweep, and memories were polished for us to keep
Years rolled on yet still there lies, a wooden shelf with the writing of “pizza flies”
A phrase half-lost, a family thread, echoing something once misread
From allowance paid to words unclear, the past returns as I sit here
In chores, in jokes, we had a good time, it’s these small moments of which I write
I agree it’s a flaw, to lack respect
For the usual silly proud words that match
Some symbolic achievement where I didn’t act
Didn’t bother to start “my way” from scratch
Wasn’t able to worry about learning curve
Didn’t listen to those dour faces drag
Took them maybe easier than they deserve
Never waved any bright or a bleached rag
I don’t have the required reserves of hypocrisy
Wouldn’t initiate any commences
Neither I stand for empire nor democracy
With folly defense at my own expenses
Call me a psycho gripped by indifference
Call me whatever you like but don’t kill
Deceased, I won’t add any sensual coherence
To the mess you alter thinking it’s your will.
Do you want your last words noted,
oft repeated, and endlessly quoted?
More than wit and wisdom, you'll need timing,
and, in my case, they'll be rhyming.
There is a challenge to write a poem
That contains exactly fifty words.
I do not think I am alone
In finding that quite absurd.
Fifty words is far too few
To tell a story in perfect rhyme.
Now, if they gave me fifty-two,
I could do it every time.
Fifty words is quite a few
But way too few to say
I love you.
Flowery prose is quite nice
and poet’s pen writes it twice
But I will say it thrice…
Every dream begins with you
My heart beats just for you
My soul has peace because of you.
I finished writing in my head
And reached to type it, but alas
I dropped the text, and it fell dead
Just crashed to pieces, like a vase
Words on the floor at random order
Glint in the sunny afternoon
I wrote them narrow, they get broader
And jumped away, to die too soon
Words quickly rot, but some look fresh
Like fruits in autumnal decline
Few nouns shine, like burning flesh
Verbs ill-begotten, spilled like wine
Visceral fear I tied with hope
What was the purpose, can’t recall
Hopes rolled like pebbles down the slope
And fears ended with great fall
Words on the floor, farewell, my dears
I need to clean the room today
Brush off the trash of hopes and fears
They weren’t needed anyway.
a poet's words
here I am naked
a featherbrained poet's words
uncovered by rhyme
the late worm
the unsung late worm
too lazy to join his mate
slips the early bird
more late worms
the sun dries the rain
a myriad of earthworms
left the party late