#rhyme poems on Hello Poetry

Christopher Victor Russon 7d

There used to be an angel
who was very close to me,
this Angel was a guiding light
wherever I would be.
Sometimes I made some big mistakes,
I walked the forbidden lane,
this Angel had a certain way
to bring me back again.

This Angel was always with me
every night and every day,
this Angel always helped me see
just where I went astray.
Sometimes I didn't like it,
the truth it often hurt,
but when I ignored this Angel
it made the matter worse.

I really loved this Angel,
we'd been together for many years.
We never always did agree
and often there were tears.
But angels are for a reason,
that is something I have found,
now this Angel is no longer with me
I'm so sad she's not around.

#grief #loss #loved #ones #hope #wife #rhyme #love

Falling Awake Nov 13

Of Course

As you came into my view, I could see…
There was something missing internally.
A void was preventing me to be free,
And was plaguing me, since eternity.

But with your presence, I suddenly knew,
All along, my insides have felt askew.
It’s keeping me down; it’s painting me blue.
But now the color is displaced by you…

Displaced by you–my gaps vanish in whole,
Displaced by you–integrated my soul,
Deep–into every last wrinkle and fold,
We’re integrated–together we’re rolled.

And as you’ve become ingrained in my veins,
There’s no pause to the pattern or plane,
We sit flush, joining as if we’re the same,
This feels familiar--there might be a name.

But how to define something of the sorts,
Existing naturally, without a source,
But now apparent, an obvious force
As it all made sense–I uttered...

“of course.”

#life #love #romance #spiritual #relationship #friendship #reflection #rhyme #short

RyanGeoffreyHayward Nov 10

Rap Song Piece

Please don't try to call,
as I float down empty halls,
my corpse near the lift lobby,
all this for my favorite hobby.

What's a name in shame,
if the crime doesn't get blamed,
and all because of fame,
Is this real life or just a game?

A rhythm to no brevity,
holding on to sanity,
but my yellowing silently
tells me I am dying,

A cause, forced without the small talk,
learn to crawl before you can walk,
the gravity of this situation,
criminally is my reality,

But I brought on the storm,
the hail blasting my chaos,
still the child bumping heads,
throbbing, wish I was dead,

You can't look into those hurtful eyes,
and pretend to let sleeping dogs lie,
you can't rhyme a story, has no glory
In the mirror, I can't see the holy,

Am I lost so completely,
I feel so insecurely,
no seat belt before the crash,
the drums and the brash.

Have I always been dead,
a book that's never been read,
fearful I go forward and tread,
but was stale always the bread?

#dark #rap #rhyme #depression #sad #hope

Lucia Nov 9

The Runaway Bride

As she glides down the aisle, shadows of her past converge,
Memories of anguish and sorrow's relentless surge.
The weight of isolation, the ache of emptiness,
Would soon dissolve, replaced by love's gentle caress.

Tears and pain, once constants, would become a distant past,
A fleeting memory, eclipsed by love that would last.
In his arms, she'd find solace, a haven from her fears,
A gentle soul to listen, to wipe away her tears.

Yet, instead of serenity, panic seized her heart,
A dread of surrendering to love's redeeming start.
She clung to the familiar pangs of sorrow and strife,
Afraid to release the joy that threatened her fragile life.

Like whispers of a summer breeze, her smiles had always fled,
Leaving her with echoes of a long-forgotten thread.
But now, with love's promise, her heart should have soared,
Not trembled with the ghosts of love she'd never explored.

Instead of embracing liberation, she fled the altar's might,
Her footsteps echoing his cries, a haunting, desperate plight.

While I'm only thirteen, I put myself in the mind of a young tortured bride.

#pain #truth #society #trauma #marriage #love #poem #rhyme

Dom Nov 9

humility

if you look at humility as humiliation
take this into consideration
if you enter conversations
and need some celebration
maybe it's your expectations
that need a little changing

#rhyme #poetry #humble #pride #change

V ᴀ ʟ ᴇ ʀ I ᴇღ Nov 7

So much worse

am I the only one who's mother never let me cry?
never comforted or held me, never even tried
said it's “not a crying matter,” but nothing ever was
made me learn to trap the sadness in my soul just like she does

I don't think that she was cruel, don't resent her; not at all
I don't think she tried to harm me; she's my mother after all

I think she thought
the bad she did
would lead to something good

I think she thought
that hurting me
meant nobody else would

she protected me
in her own redundant way
her protection was the reason I could never stay

she protected me
by breaking me first
but hearts can be re-broken, and the second time is worse

#rhyme

V ᴀ ʟ ᴇ ʀ I ᴇღ Nov 7

You'll envy her forever

you close your eyes,
and there you find
a new and different you.

one who's simply never blue,
this is who you want to be,
calm and fun and strong and free,
best of all: happy,
worst of all: happy,

when you see her, all you see,
is the girl you'll never be;
with a smile you try to steal
and a joy you'll never feel.

#rhyme

V ᴀ ʟ ᴇ ʀ I ᴇღ Nov 7

Try being honest

don't show her - she wouldn't like it,
don't say that - he'll disagree,
“it looks great” now means discard it,
we tell lies to keep the peace.

can we call this peace at all?
all we know is a facade,
trust is short when tales are tall,
social lives now fake and sad.

why destroy what we have made?
why must we critique ourselves?
can we let precaution fade?
the need to tiptoe overwhelms.

for harmony we make a trade,
we all show but no one tells.

please refuse to be afraid,
walk on air and not eggshells

#rhyme #society