I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end.

You want to know how to rhyme, then learn how to add. It’s mathematics.

A lot of my rhymes are just to get chuckles out of people. Anybody with half a brain is going to be able to tell when I’m joking and when I’m serious.

The past does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.

Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You’re on your own, and you know what you know. And you are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

I was always making up rhymes. But I never thought that poetry would become my life.

Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.

Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!

Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.

I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,
I received nor rhyme nor reason.

I like Fisher Price music, nursery rhymes, and the alphabet song.

The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.

I love the idea that ‘a person is a person no matter how small’.

I love rhymes; I love to write a poem about New York and rhyme ‘oysters’ with ‘The Cloisters.’ And ‘The lady from Knoxville who bought her brassieres by the boxful.’ I just feel a sort of small triumph.

Now between the meanings of words and their sounds there is ordinarily no discoverable relation except one of accident; and it is therefore miraculous, to the mystic, when words which make sense can also make a uniform objective structure of accents and rhymes.

Look at life through the wrong end of the telescope.

Today you are you! That is truer than true!

One fish Two fish Red fish Blue fish!

Some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end.

My fans love me for me, my beats, my rhymes.

The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.

So ahead of my time even when i rhyme about the future I be reminiscing

the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making.

You are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

I rhyme… to see myself, to set the darkness echoing.

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.

My favorite rhymes are sort of half-rhymes where you might just get the vowel sound the same, but it’s not really a true rhyme. That gives you far more flexibility to capture the feeling you’re trying to express. But sometimes it’s best not to have any rhyme.

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

Rhyme is cool again. It’s because of hip-hop. Bless you, hip-hop.

Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.

When we say a rapper, a rapper can say a rhyme. But an MC can rock a party.

Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet, I send out the scribe, now the vibes gigantic.

Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
By winding myrtle round your ruin’d shed?

Great is the art,
Great be the manners, of the bard.
He shall not his brain encumber
With the coil of rhythm and number;
But, leaving rule and pale forethought,
He shall aye climb
For his rhyme.
“Pass in, pass in,” the angels say

All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.

Enough of satire; in less harden’d times
Great was her force, and mighty were her rhymes.
I’ve read of men, beyond man’s daring brave,
Who yet have trembled at the strokes she gave;
Whose souls have felt more terrible alarms
From her one line, than from a world in arms.

Jesus this song you wrote The words are sticking in my throat Peace on Earth Hear it every Christmas time But hope and history won’t rhyme So what’s it worth? This peace on Earth

I’m not just making rhymes and making melodies. I’m expressing my true life force, energy.

For poetry, he’s past his prime,
He takes an hour to find a rhyme;
His fire is out, his wit decayed,
His fancy sunk, his muse a jade.
I’d have him throw away his pen,
But there’s no talking to some men.

No sooner had I stepp’d into these pleasures Than I began to think of rhymes and measures: The air that floated by me seem’d to say ‘Write! thou wilt never have a better day.

All life is an experiment. Place yourself in the middle of the stream of power and wisdom which animates all whom it floats, and you are without effort impelled to truth, to right and a perfect contentment. I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom. Immortality. I notice that as soon as writers broach this question they begin to quote. I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.

History may not repeat, but it often rhymes.

Next to theology I give to music the highest place and honor. And we see how David and all the saints have wrought their godly thoughts into verse, rhyme, and song.

Think, just blink and I made…a million rhymes.
Just imagine if you blinked…a million times.
Damn, I’d be paid…I got it made.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

Tell the truth and make it rhyme

A person’s a person, no matter how small.

Pharoahe Monch is like an eloquent linguistics professor moonlighting as a rhyme serial killer terrorist, challenging the listeners’ I.Q. while daring him or her to keep up.

I appreciate this moment in time…ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes

I don’t write, I build a rhyme.

The more you read, the more things you will know.

Humanity has a strange fondness for following processions. Get four men following a banner down the street, and, if that banner is inscribed with rhymes of pleasant optimism, in an hour, all the town will be afoot, ready to march to whatever tune the leaders care to play.

Our actions are like blank rhymes, to which everyone applies what sense he pleases.

KISS, n. A word invented by the poets as a rhyme for “bliss.” It is supposed to signify, in a general way, some kind of rite or ceremony appertaining to a good understanding; but the manner of its performance is unknown to this lexicographer.

Lovers to-day and for all time Preserve the meaning of my rhyme: Love is not kindly nor yet grim But does to you as you to him.

Аfter all the beats and rhymes, I felt like everybody around me was rapping and so I was like.

Terence, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can’t be much amiss, ’tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, It gives a chap the belly-ache. The cow, the old cow, she is dead; It sleeps well the horned head: We poor lads, ’tis our turn now To hear such tunes as killed the cow. Pretty friendship ’tis to rhyme Your friends to death before their time. Moping, melancholy mad: Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.

Whether the darken’d room to muse invite, Or whiten’d wall provoke the skew’r to write; In durance, exile, Bedlam, or the Mint, Like Lee or Budgel I will rhyme and print.

O lovely O most charming pug Thy gracefull air and heavenly mug … His noses cast is of the roman He is a very pretty weoman I could not get a rhyme for roman And was obliged to call it weoman.

I do think British and American politics rhyme. They go in cycles. They go in Thatcher-Reagan cycles, Blair-Clinton cycles.

Rhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints, students influenced are now a nuisance.

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to
The wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place
At the wrong time
For the wrong reason
And the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day
Of the wrong week
Used the wrong method
With the wrong technique
Wrong
Wrong.

There is no closed figure in nature. Every shape participates with another. No one thing is independent of another, and one thing rhymes with another, and light gives them shape.

From sunny woof and cloudy weft Fell rain in sheets; so, to myself I hummed these hazard rhymes, and left The learned volume on the shelf.

The monotony of a long heroic poem may often be pleasantly relieved by judicious interruptions in the perfect successions of rhymes, just as the metre may sometimes be adorned with occasional triplets and Alexandrines.

Many have referred to [Lewis] Carroll’s rhymes as nonsense, but in my childhood world — Los Angeles in the ’50s — they made perfect sense.

Mark Twain once said that history doesn’t repeat itself, but it does rhyme.

Writing is praying with me. You know a child would look up at every sentence and say, ‘And what shall I say next?’ That is just what I do; I ask Him that at every line He would give me not merely thoughts and power, but also every word, even the very rhymes.

I write, but I don’t write poetry. I don’t rhyme or anything like that.

If there would be a recipe for a poem, these would be the ingredients: word sounds, rhythm, description, feeling, memory, rhyme, and imagination. They can be put together a thousand different ways, a thousand, thousand…more.

Lehman uses many conveyances—including the prose poem, the sestina, and curt rhymes—to travel across the writing life of a poet whose instinctive romanticism is always bracing and tough-minded, brimming with a rare generosity.

But there’s nothing that gives me more thrill than when I’m writing and a couplet works. I find the right rhyme, or it’s just perfect. There’s nothing that exciting.

People say modernism killed poetry for them: it doesn’t rhyme, it doesn’t touch a popular musical oral tradition. Years ago, you memorized and read poetry; it was one of the things you were forced to learn. Now it has tiny role in school.