62 Quotes About Rhyme

You ask me why I don't speak Not a word at will But write so much worth well over a mill' Well I value words like I value kisses A sober one, a closer one penetrates the heart Darling it's how it mends it Criss Jami

Halt glared at his friend as the whistling continued.' I had hoped that your new sense of responsibly would put an end to that painful shrieking noise you make between your lips' he said. Crowley smiled. It was a beautiful day and he was feeling at peace with the world. And that meant he was more than ready to tease Halt 'It's a jaunty song'' What's jaunty about it?' Halt asked, grim faced. Crowley made an uncertain gesture as he sought for an answer to that question.' I suppose it's the subject matter' he said eventually. 'It's a very cheerful song. Would you like me to sing it for you?'' N-' Halt began but he was too late, as Crowley began to sing. He had a pleasant tenor voice, in fact, and his rendering of the song was quite good. But to Halt it was as attractive as a rusty barn door squeaking.' A blacksmith from Palladio, he met a lovely lady-o'' Whoa! Whoa! ' Halt said 'He met a lovely lady-o?' Halt repeated sarcastically 'What in the name of all that's holy is a lady-o?'' It's a lady' Crowley told him patiently.' Then why not sing 'he met a lovely lady'?' Halt wanted to know. Crowley frowned as if the answer was blatantly obvious." Because he's from Palladio, as the song says. It's a city on the continent, in the southern part of Toscana.''And people there have lady-o's, instead of ladies?' Asked Halt'No. They have ladies, like everyone else. But 'lady' doesn't rhyme with Palladio, does it? I could hardly sing, 'A blacksmith from Palladio, he met his lovely lady', could I?''It would make more sense if you did' Halt insisted 'But it wouldn't rhyme' Crowley told him.' Would that be so bad?'' Yes! A song has to rhyme or it isn't a proper song. It has to be lady-o. It's called poetic license.'' It's poetic license to make up a word that doesn't exist and which, by the way, sound extremely silly?' Halt asked. Crowley shook his head 'No. It's poetic license to make sure that the two lines rhyme with each other' Halt thought for a few seconds, his eyes knitted close together. Then inspiration struck him.' Well then couldn't you sing 'A blacksmith from Palladio, he met a lovely lady, so..'?'' So what?' Crowley challenged Halt made and uncertain gesture with his hands as he sought more inspiration. Then he replied. 'He met a lovely lady, so..he asked her for her hand and gave her a leg of lamb.'' A leg of lamb? Why would she want a leg of lamb?' Crowley demanded Halt shrugged 'Maybe she was hungry . John Flanagan

What is this lovethat makes me see beauty, and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me? What is this lovethat makes me declare 'I love you'even though I uttered itonly a moment ago? What is this love that keeps growing even when my chest is soreand it hurts to love you any more? Tell me: How am I to find what this love iswhen it was the one to find you, me, this verse, and this universe? . Kamand Kojouri

She's my pride, my winning prize, always a surprise, to look into her eyes, see her free soul, as soap that slips from the grip of control; a stroll through the park on a dark night with stars to spark the sky, heaven with no price tag I realize, love is the same: endless, priceless, full bliss; to have this princess I pinch myself thinking this is a dream, but to my reprise, I can only say I am now, at last, alive. Anthony Liccione

Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat. Poetry isn’t swimming. Poetry is water. Kamand Kojouri

From attraction and affection Cover of perfection Failure beyond texture to a painful lesson Everything that was from the start wasn't from the heart Criss Jami

A poetess is not as selfishas you assume. After months of agonising over her marriage of words–the bride–and spaces–the groom, she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem, it’s yours to consume. So, without giving it a think, she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day, landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips. But more often than not, you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten, becoming sodden and rotten. Yet, she will continue to makewhat’s others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess. Kamand Kojouri

I'm trap in marriage with gangsta rhyme and my street life. Kjiva

Sealing your lips makes your eyes talk Truth creeps beneath your lame feet’s walk Knees stiffen when blood vessels stalk A pounding heart’s lies hard as rock Munia Khan

A fruitless year, take a fearless heart One that blooms late will flourish in the dark Criss Jami

My heart's made of gold My soul is pure steel Loved ones shall rise Enemies will kneel I soothe with water, attack with fire For I am the master of my own empire. Sarah Brownlee

The trouble with poetry is it's often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works. Criss Jami

Love frees us of all pain, or of any restraint. Once a circle that ever widens without end. Various colors it shines in our lives to paint Excelsis, glorious manifestation to befriend. Ana Claudia Antunes

True love finds its own ways To spread goodness, always. Ana Claudia Antunes

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The garden was full of sorrow Songbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhyme Clouds caused to appear and cast down darkness For this was the first day the sun didn't shine John E. Wordslinger

It’s a poem, of our love, that doesn’t rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end. Khadija Rupa

It is not until you rhyme with a person that makes you their perfect match, it is when you are satisfied with each others peculiarities, and find jewels in their loopholes. Michael Bassey Johnson

Wherever you go in the next catastrophé Be it sickroom, or prison, or cemet’ry Do not fear that your stay will besolit’ry Countless souls share your fate, you’ll have company! Roman Payne

Before he got too far, he thought he smelled a fire. No sooner did he blink before he sensed something dire. He heard a sound and froze, danger tickling his nose. His ears perked up as tiny cries of capture rose. J.Z. Bingham

Kat held her head high as she met the King's eye. Her stare was bold, yet sweet, and it would not die. Gansevort looked down into these dark, green pools. And soon his tone softened as he bought her ruse. J.Z. Bingham

A good poem has rhyming but no ending, it continues to rhyme in our heart. Debasish Mridha

Every little or big problem has a reason, Every year there is a winter season, Every trouble goes away with time, After winter spring comes with rhyme. Debasish Mridha

Toilet paper unrolled and slitheredthen wrapped around my tummy. That paper tried to roll me upinto an Egyptian mummy. Melinda K. Trotter

Is the phrase 'pay' or 'play the piper' I inquire, why' Cause I admire a desire to flip the switch Yeah make a way to face the music like Life savings for a mosh pit riot Listen to a mix Rock the tickets, higher volume Velocity which shakes a cockpit's pilot Criss Jami

Jill showed friend Kay the cute white mice. They liked to run races for cheese. Mice were lots of fun to play with. Jill said, "Take Poopsie, the male one, please! Melinda K. Trotter

Kaylee giggled as he tunneled up inside her sleeve. Out popped his head for a quick look, then he took leave. He enjoyed scaling up, down and around her shirt. What a sweet, funny and adorable flirt. Melinda K. Trotter

I, Larry Vail, do hereby confess To murdering Merry in her little dress. To strangling and raping and making a mess. To all of these charges the answer is yes. Rosalyn Drexler

Lords of space and Lords of time, Lords of blessing, Lords of grace, Who is in the warmer clime? Who will follow Madoc's rhyme? Blue will alter time and space. Madeleine LEngle

By(e) pen, I've tried my hand at poetry; only to see how boring it is to me. That is, unless I get a chance to destroy each and every piece while doing it as I please. Criss Jami

I must go down to the sea...to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by...... John Masefield

On the steps leading to a doorwas a scrub brush that was blue. I snatched it quick and ran for homebecause it was just the thing to chew. Melinda K. Trotter

When we step in the name of love, we cannot rhyme if we don't have the same RHYTHM, and we cannot have the same rhythm if we are not listening to the same BEAT.It takes someone who understands the rhythm and melody of your "heartbeat" to dance to it. Olaotan Fawehinmi

And now he is singing a bard's curse upon you, O brother abbot, and upon your father and your mother, and your grandfather and your grandmother, nd upon all your relations.' Is he cursing in rhyme?' He is cursing in rhyme, and with two assonances in every line of his curse.'(" The Crucifixion Of The Outcast") W.b. Yeats

Witches, he thought. Always rhyming. Nora Roberts

Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not. Peter Porter

Before reaching Grassy Butte, though, Dad spied a farmhouse with two pumps in the drive and a red-and-white sign out front saying DALE'S OIL COMPANY. Another sign said CLOSED, but a light was on in the house and Dad pulled in, saying, "I believe we might prevail on Dale. What do you think?"" Prevail on Dale, " I repeated to Swede."To make a sale, " she added." And if we fail, we'll whale on Dale--""Till he needs braille! "" Will you guys desist?" Dad asked. Leif Enger

Seven half-bloods shall answer the call To storm or fire the world must fall An oath to keep with a final breathand foes bear arms to the doors of death Rick Riordan

Champagne morning, sleepless grin, setting off and settling in. Today feels good. Alex Gaskarth

Princess, princess, youngest daughter, Open up and let me in! Or else your promise by the water Isn’t worth a rusty pin. Keep your promise, royal daughter, Open up and let me in! Philip Pullman

Chance is your god Though you're falling free you will land hard Criss Jami

I have heard queens' swans, moved a man to cry, heard Bach played in the Metro on guitars. I have made love in Paris. Let me die. Jennifer Reeser

The breath of Paris pushes at my shutters. From the Balcony Jennifer Reeser

As soon as war is declared it will be impossible to hold the poets back. Rhyme is still the most effective drum. Jean Giraudoux

Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme. Francis Beaumont

My father's a preacher, my mother's a teacher, thus I rhyme. Saul Williams

Technology does not always rhyme with perfection and reliability. Far from it in reality! JeanMichel Jarre

Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter. Victor Hugo

Poetry is not an issue of form and enjambments. Poetry, as the word is classically used, has to do with sound and sense. It can be rhyme. It can be rhythm, pace, breath. Tim OBrien

A glance at the history of European poetry is enough to inform us that rhyme itself is not indispensable. Latin poetry in the classical age had no use for it, and the kind of Latin poetry that does rhyme - as for instance the medieval 'Carmina Burana' - tends to be somewhat crude stuff in comparison with the classical verse that doesn't. James Fenton

Children seem naturally drawn to poetry - it's some combination of the rhyme, rhythm, and the words themselves. Jack Prelutsky