Poetry Contest: Rhyming Couplet

[U4ea]

We've done these a lot of different ways in the past, but I decided to make them a free for all this year! :) 

 

This thread is a collection place for all Rhyming Couplets submitted for the contest.  

 

 

Rules:

No poems will be accepted after April 21st.

Voting will begin the week following April 21st and winners will be announced on April 30th! 

 

Haiku MUST follow the PG13 rules AND the rules for the poem to be accepted as submissions.

 

You may enter as many times as you like, but you can only win for ONE poem! 

 

 

 

Winners will get:

bragging rights

possible sig swag

[Kathleen]

So, I've not been in school for a long long time. Can I get a definition of a rhyming couplet? Ps I totally say cookpot instead of couplet at first. Too much wot lol.

[U4ea]

lol, I'm posting those in just a second. I'm getting everything laid out first. ;) 

[Kathleen]

Ahh. Very well, I'll go find done patience. Looking for that should keep me occupied for a while and out of your way hahaha

[U4ea]

Borrowed from: http://www.kathimitchell.com/poemtypes.html

 

RHYMING Couplets are made up of two lines whose last words rhyme. They are often silly.

An example is - 
 The cat ate a mouse 
And then brought it in the house.

 

 

Edit:

The length doesn't matter, as long as the form is held to.

You don't have to rhyme the each of each line, you can rhyme every other line, too! 

[LadyWordsmith]

Singing badly for your food

means that you're the one gets stewed! 

[Guest]

nevre mnd read th infor lol

[Talmanes]

And so it came to pass,

In the land of the crass,

That every lad and lass,

While sitting in the grass,

Suddenly turned to glass,

Forming one big glassy mass,

And no more was there sass,

No attendance to the class,

So foretold the wise old bass,

In the land of the crass.

 

I can think of only one more rhyming word without resorting to a rhyming dictionary, and so I think that will have to do *nods*

[Talmanes]

And for a more seriousish entry:

 

A sad, solitary soul strode quietly,

Dark and lonely, down the meandering path,

He trudged along, staring blankly,

Huddling against the wind's bitter, icy wrath,

Not one word dared he mutter,

Not so much as a whisper did he make,

He sought only to blend into the darkness,

Passing by, leaving only silence in his wake,

No more would would he laugh and smile,

His time for mirth had reached its end,

For the road now led him deeper,

Into the bleak blackness he did transcend,

Weep not, though, for one mere soul,

Weep instead for the world that left him,

Cold and ragged, his heart torn away,

Living now only by the cruel night's whim.

[Guest]

wroet this oen for Imbolg awhiel ago, whch is a festivl in my religon dedicted to Brigit/Brighid the High One, goddss of the arts, especily poetry, and especil friend and protectir of children, and the festivl also celbrates the return of sprng, which Brigit, who is soemtimes saidd to somhow be a goddess or keper of yuoth and resurectoin, plays a fiting role in heralding in. Poettry is oftn liekened to fier as well as yuoth, besids taht children are considred th most poetic an artisttc, so i play on thoos words/metapphors alot. so tahts just litle back informttin to cler up a few things.

 

A Time of Innocence

The fire, red and orange, burns
On the hearth in a wintering home,
And eyes, in faces smooth or learned,
Watch in delight its play, sparks a heated foam.
Eyes made wise by uncounted years
Glow with a revitalised youth,
And eyes of children burn without fear
But not with a flame uncouth –
This is the time of Innocence,
Youth of the gods, the goddess’ Brilliance!

She doth approach, the newfound bride,
From winter’s depth, mist and rime –
Her steps burn away snow far and wide,
And there is green, promise of a warmer time.
Flush is Her pale skin, Her step springing gay,
Bright Her many-pupilled eyes;
Brigit, Daughter of the Good God, is fey
With fresh divinity, and happy Her cries –
This is the time of Innocence,
Youth of the gods, the goddess’ Brilliance!

The lambs come forth from the spiral path,
And lucky the babes born of first flame;
The gods to children art restored with laughs
By the power of the goddess, far-known Her fame!
Delight is the Immortals’ cries, outside home and hearth,
For the scars and cares lifted from renewed skin –
The eternal war momentarily forgotten, by their new birth,
And blessings they give freely, on all who call them in –
This is the time of Innocence,
Youth of the gods, the goddess’ Brilliance!

Chastely doth the bride kiss
Her returned lover, god of the sun –
For mother is Her form yet remiss,
And childhood holds the Glorious One!
The minds of children – blessed art they
For Her inspiration burns strongest in them,
The flame of Brigit, the poet’s way,
Possesses youth’s heart, mind, and limb –
This is the time of Innocence,
Youth of the gods, the goddess’Brilliance!

The gods, in restored vitality,
Breathe life with zeal back into the earth,
And Brigit, blushing bride-to-be,
Enters each home, and blesses each hearth –
And doth She breath into the face
Of every child, fanning their pure fire,
And every-once child She doth grace
With returned inspiration, for they She once admired –
This is the time of Innocence,
Youth of the gods, the goddess’ Brilliance!

Poetry is the spirit of children,
Poetry the craft of She most High,
For simple things in youth art more than–
They are beautiful, splendid, in the young eye!
Blessed then art the youths,
Beloved of Brigit, the goddess’ seers;
Honour and give milk to them, and for their sooth,
Bask in the sacred wisdom of their years –
This is the time of Innocence,
Youth of the gods, the goddess’ Brilliance!

With Brigit’s voice, sing over the frozen sod,
Inspired by the bard’s youth and air –
Let the child’s beauty return to the gods
And to all the good men and women of Éire!
Revere always my highest priests –
This is Brigit’s holy decree,
And Her priests art children, blessed not least,
Manifest on Imbolg, the quickening Belly!
This is the time of Innocence,
Youth of the gods, the goddess’Brilliance!

[Talmanes]

*applause*

[U4ea]

Would You Hear Me Calling?

 

Would you hear me calling,

if my lips said not a word?

No sound to pass these lips,

not a breath that could be heard?

 

Would you hear my cry,

if my eyes shed not a tear?

Not a dab of moisture to give away,

these dark and lonely fears?

 

Would you hear me begging,

for a moment of your time?

For a solid minute that was all mine,

a chance to truly shine?

 

Would you hear me, this I ask,

I fear I know the fact.

Not a sound you'd hear, not a tear you'd find,

Nor on a wish you'd act.

 

So with this note, I pray you see,

a soul in need of prayer.

And not the broken, sightless girl,

with so much pain to share.

[Wren of the Brown]

There once was a man from Nantucket

Who found himself in a rhymed couplet.

As he said in chagrin

"Tho I'm wrote in sin

I fear I'm neither pun nor sextuplet."

[Guest]

lol cute 

[Taei]

Another one of mine from days past.

 

 

The One

 

When I was young I was told 
I'd know when I found "the One". 
For years I looked and worried 
That love had passed me by 
When I had not been looking, 
Silently creeping by. 
My heart long lay in shadow 
Waiting for a glimpse of the sun. 

Many men passed me by 
Without even a glance. 
With too many more I was to shy, 
To afraid to dance. 
Then you came along 
And took me by surprise. 

Still I did not dare to trust 
For I had been hurt before. 
Afraid that I would be abandoned, 
Left on some long forgotten shore. 
Even then you stood beside me 
Holding tightly to my hand. 
Refusing to let me run away 
Across time's beaches of white sand. 

Then one day I looked at you 
In the early morning light. 
And realized I didn't know what I'd do 
Without you in my life. 
The lost part of my heart, 
The half that made me whole, 
The One to share my days with 
And with whom to grow old. 

When I wasn't looking you found me, 
The One love of my life. 
My best friend, my confidant, 
You gave my heart wings 
Every day that I'm with you 
My heart joyfully sings. 
All of this and more is why 
I chose to be your wife. 

As the days have came and gone 
And time has went past. 
A smile grows inside my heart 'cause 
True love will hold fast. 
And at the end of the day 
I look at you and smile. 
Cause time and time again 
You make my life worthwhile. 

Eternally connected 
Two parts of a whole, 
Bonded permanently 
From the center of our souls.

[Panchi]

Blood and Pain/ Secrets

 

I walk through a desert,

My life full of hazards.

When did it became a bane,

Forged in blood and pain.

 

Lonely traveller I am,

Secrets not contained by a dam.

How can this be a game,

Forged in blood and pain.

 

Wounds, cuts and bruises,

Sweat, blood and juices.

I never thought of gain,

Forged in blood and pain.

 

Secrets buried beneath,

Enclosed in a strong sheath.

I don't want any fame,

Forged in blood and pain.

 

For a new start,

Do secrets have to be torn from heart?

Sorrow and hurt's rain,

Forged in blood and pain.

 

Lift the weight from your shoulders,

Seek and find some holders.

Remove the past's stain,

Forged in blood and pain.