Rhyming Poetry

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I have never enjoyed poetry that didn't rhyme. Often times to me it feels too disjointed, abstract, and pretentious. That's why whenever I write poetry you can rest assured that I'm inspired by Dr. Seuss.

Does anyone have samples from their personal collection of rhyming poetry that they'd like to share?

Here's my latest one, please let me know what you think.

Heyh ho, I will join the club. Mind you, I can handle blank verse - unrhymed but adequately metered, and old Germanic alliterative verse can be fine, but I need that structure.

I cannot
Be
Happy with an alleged
Poem
That is a poem because the lines
are all disjointed.

And Welshy hyperstructured poetry is too tight a form.

Number 1 son - for whom And with whom I construct lyrics - also needs rhyme, though he is less of a rhyme and meter stickler than I am; he comes at our projects through music, I come from language.

For a sample, I am about to post a topic labelled "Cohnitive Dissonance"

Spock_Darkly you are a kindred spirit, I love to write poetry and much prefer it to rhyme. Here is one of mine that I quite enjoy from a few years ago:

Bored with the World

Sitting there, with cold dark stare, wondering what to do.
Bored as can be, no one but me, pondering things anew.
My daily chore, to sit and store, knowledge without pause.
I wonder why, I sit and sigh, they have action without cause.
The world goes round, deafened by sound, cell phones ringing.
But they don't mind, they've all gone blind, can't see nature singing.
So, I sit alone, with no cell phone, free from their addiction.
I yawn and blink, write what I think, it mostly comes out fiction.
That's alright, for I've not lost sight, of the grandness of it all.
And so I wait, to see their fate, lone witness of their fall.

Here is a mansongr I wrote...


And Joseph So Sang!

Methuselah! Mirthful and Merry!
Whose hoar and husk so deceives your age;
Displays dear to the din and derry
And with wars of words, you wisely wage!

For in these fortnights, your fairness fights
Holding with haste this holiëst grail.
Flaunting fetters to the fawning frights,
Sinning souls sealed to a static swale.

But let not the lust for the Lord lose
And make one's mighty maw maladroit,
For fury he feared and fraught by dues
To debonnaires through the dire detroit.

Could not his cold come cambering in,
Sweeping sonorants to his song sung;
Heaving 'pon us a haloed heaven,
Lulling the Lord to laud in full lung?

Although rhyming comes easily to me I write whatever comes into my head. Since you like Seuss (and I do too) here's one that rhymes.

BUG BLUES

I happened on an arthropod,
A jointed legged fellow,
Who sang a tragic little song
Which ranged from shriek to bellow.
It glared at me with facet eyes.
It gnashed its sideways jaws.
More threatening, I'd say,
Than many mother-in -laws.
"I had a lovely love," it sang,
"Six legs of sculptured form
Would make Brancusi grit his teeth
Or drown in chloroform.
Her thorax glittered like a gem,
Dark green with streaks of yellow.
Emotions went all loop-de-loop
In me, a simple fellow.
Behind, her convex abdomen
Promised me for eggs.
Ten thousand babies, could she make
With sixty thousand legs.
Four transparent wings she had
For flights profound, profane.
They glowed with spectral iridescence -
Enchanted cellophane!
But then an evil bee flew by
And saw her as a morsel.
It flexed its pincers as it swooped
And grappled her by her dorsal.
Off it flew! I stood transfixed.
My love it stole away.
I swore revenge on all its tribe.
They will regret that day.
So now," he sang, "I stalk the land
Through grasses and through trees.
I am the great bee bopper
Because I bop the bees."

You bop the bees? a heinous crime!
Immortalised in leggy rhyme.

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