Rhyming poems are some of the most popularly known poems because of their musical nature and rhythmic quality. A collection of rhyming poems just for you!
Poetry views language as a creative medium. Rhyming poetry takes this to the next level because the word chosen to finish one line may have an impact on the word chosen to end another line.
Nevertheless, rhymed poems have persisted for countless years of human culture, despite the difficulties they provide.
Children, young adults, and the elderly can connect quickly to rhyming poems because it takes away the difficulty in understanding and appreciating the poems.
Here are some of the most amazing rhyming poems in the world.
Best Rhyming Poems
1. English Is A Pane
Hear eye sit inn English class; the likelihood is that eye won’t pass
An F on my report card wood bee worse than swallowing glass
It’s knot that eye haven’t studied, often till late at knight
Butt the rules are sew confusing, eye simply can’t get them write
Hour teacher says, “Heed my advice, ewe must study and sacrifice”
Butt if mouses are mice and louses are lice, how come blouses aren’t blice
The confusion really abounds when adding esses two nouns
Gooses are geese, butt mooses aren’t meese; somebody scent in the clowns
Two ultimatums are ultimata, and a couple of datum are data
Sew wouldn’t ewe expect it wood bee correct fore a bunch of plums to be plata?
And if more than won octopus are octopi, and the plural of ox is oxen
Shouldn’t a couple of busses bee bussi and a pare of foxes bee foxen?
Let’s talk about spelling a wile, specifically letters witch are silent
Words like “psychologist” and “wreck” shirley make awl of us violent
And another example quite plane witch is really hard two explain
If it’s eye before e except after sea, then what about feign and reign?
The final exam will determine how eye due, weather eye pass ore fail
I halve prepared as much as eye can down two the last detail
I’m ready two give it my vary best inn just a little wile
And then isle take a relaxing wrest on a tropical aisle
by Alan Balter
2. My Kitty
I once had a kitty
who had stripes in her fur.
I could pet her and brush her,
and boy could she purr.
She was a mighty hunter,
and she was not shy.
She’d seek out the bugs,
especially the flies.
Oh, you mischievous little kitty,
with your face in the can.
That fly you are chasing
is now on the stand.
That nasty old bug
thinks he’s smart and witty.
But he’s never tangled
with my little kitty.
He thinks he’s outsmart her,
that clever old bug.
She’ll curl up and wait there
on that big fluffy rug.
My clever little kitty,
oh no, she’s no dope.
She’ll sit back and wait.
She’ll show him the ropes.
She curled up and waited,
like a clever old spy.
Then she jumped up
and pounced on that taunting old fly.
So the moral of the story,
If you are a fly,
don’t mess with my kitty,
or you will soon die.
by Debra L. Brown
3. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky!
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
by Jane Taylor
4. Sit Smiling
I boasted among men that I had known you.
They see your pictures in all works of mine.
They come and ask me, ‘Who is he?’
I know not how to answer them. I say, ‘Indeed, I cannot tell.’
They blame me and they go away in scorn.
And you sit there smiling.
I put my tales of you into lasting songs.
The secret gushes out from my heart.
They come and ask me, ‘Tell me all your meanings.’
I know not how to answer them.
I say, ‘Ah, who knows what they mean!’
They smile and go away in utter scorn.
by Rabindranath Tagore
5. New Year’s Resolutions
Last year I did some rotten things.
This year I will be better.
Here are some resolutions
I will follow to the letter:
I won’t make dumb excuses
when my homework isn’t done;
when the truth is that I did no work
’cause I was having fun.
I won’t fly paper airplanes
when the teacher isn’t looking.
I won’t sneak in the kitchen
just to taste what they are cooking.
I will not twist the silverware
to see how far it bends.
I will not take the candy bars
from lunch bags of my friends.
I will not skateboard down the hall
or skateboard down the stairs.
I won’t run over teachers,
and I won’t crash into chairs.
I will not do these rotten things;
my heart is full of sorrow.
But I have got some brand-new tricks
to try in school tomorrow.
by Bruce Lansky
6. Little of Me
whereby I may name thee my all.
Let only that little be left of my will
whereby I may feel thee on every side,
and come to thee in everything,
and offer to thee my love every moment.
Let only that little be left of me
whereby I may never hide thee.
Let only that little of my fetters be left
whereby I am bound with thy will,
and thy purpose is carried out in my life—and that is the fetter of thy love.
I found a little beetle; so that Beetle was his name,
And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same.
I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day …
And Nanny let my beetle out –
Yes, Nanny let my beetle out –
She went and let my beetle out –
And Beetle ran away.
She said she didn’t mean it, and I never said she did,
She said she wanted matches, and she just took off the lid,
She said that she was sorry, but it’s difficult to catch
An excited sort of beetle you’ve mistaken for a match.
She said that she was sorry, and I really mustn’t mind,
As there’s lots and lots of beetles which she’s certain we could find,
If we looked about the garden for the holes where beetles hid –
And we’d get another match-box and write BEETLE on the lid.
We went to all the places which a beetle might be near,
And we made the sort of noises which a beetle likes to hear,
And I saw a kind of something, and I gave a sort of shout:
“A beetle-house and Alexander Beetle coming out!”
It was Alexander Beetle I’m as certain as can be,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought it must be Me,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought he ought to say:
“I’m very very sorry that I tried to run away.”
And Nanny’s very sorry too for you-know-what-she-did,
And she’s writing ALEXANDER very blackly on the lid,
So Nan and Me are friends, because it’s difficult to catch
An excited Alexander you’ve mistaken for a match.
by A. A. Milne
8. When Day Is Done
If the day is done,
if birds sing no more,
then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,
even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep
and tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
From the traveler,
whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended,
whose garment is torn and dust-laden,
whose strength is exhausted,
remove shame and poverty,
and renew his life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night
9. The Lamb
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little lamb, I’ll tell thee;
Little lamb, I’ll tell thee;
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a lamb;
He is meek and he is mild,
He became a little child.
A child and thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!
10. Mind Without Fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action –
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
Reading or listening to rhyming poems is a very interesting and thought-provoking activity to engage in in your free time. These rhyming poems are tender and appealing to the ears as you read them aloud to yourself or a friend.
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