Generic words that rhyme

Beat in perfect time

One stanza, maybe two

I really don’t have a clue

Many different types

From all across the globe

They don’t have to rhyme

Perhaps describing flowers or music

Elegantly they flow across paper

Painting sceneries never before seen

Paper their canvas, a pencil their brush

Living in blissful agony, a poem they compose

A shepherds watching flocks

Amongst the flowers, singing to the silence

Nature is all around in wondrous color

Peace and Harmony they describe

Perhaps they sing a song

Of lost love and daring Knights

You keep a tune in mind

As they search throughout the night

Fighting dragons

A lady by they call “mine”

And only ever rhyming

Every other line

Or maybe of a scene

A white house

A red bike

Brown fence

Pink faced child

Dawn paints

Exquisite blush

Across green grass

Or maybe they’re places you’ve been

From lands all filled with green

Flowers grow

And the people know

It’s the prettiest place they’ve ever seen

Or perhaps they’re epic stories, told in long stanzas

Of knights fighting dragons, and demons alike

It goes on for ages, telling the passing of time

There’s no sense in rhyming,

The translation won’t make sense then

But boy do teachers love to give these poems to their students

Perhaps a poem will weep

For those that we have lost

They paid a terrible cost

To finally get some sleep

A poem though, can have no rhyme or reason, you see

Alliteration is their very key

Nothing makes real sense you know

Since the last word can’t quite match up the same

Like tongue twisters twisting around

Painting pretty pictures

And singing sorrowful songs

A more popular poem, for teachers alike

A sonnet, you see, with hidden meanings, out of sight

They lie in wait, hidden, waiting to strike

Aha! The perfect time! A paper you must write!

But what could this old English word mean? You ask

As if the teacher will give you an answer to your issue

“Should have realized your dilema sooner! Now go, complete the task.”

Your friends all shake their head, before handing you a tissue.

Or, oh no! The worst of all!

An oral presentation!

Goodbye cruel world, you sullenly bawl,

To speak out loud, tis like damnation!

“Shakespeare!”, a high schooler shouts, until their face turns blue,

“Damn you!”

We’ve reached the end now, don’t you see?

It’s not as bad as it could be,

A couple stanzas, hidden meanings,

A rhyme or two, or maybe not

One line, two line

Or fourteen

Rhyming patterns

Easy to be seen

Good luck, my friend, in all your schooling

Poems are difficult, but fun to write!

So go on reading, go on writing,

Paint your sorrows, your pain, your plight

Form an image, warm and bright

Or a tell a story, perhaps of a knight

Stories stealing souls away

With words so wonderful, winding, twisting, turning

Farewell!