The lost art of rhyming poetry
Poem about changes to a beloved art form
I grew up in a day and time
When poetry would always rhyme
Thirty days has September
April, June, and November
There were ebbs and flows
With highs and lows
Verses were easy to recall
The rhyme was the root of it all
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
Joyce Kilmer and Edgar Allen Poe
Where did their type of poetry go
"Quoth the raven, never more"
The tale of the lost Lenore
Poets still have much to say
But not much rhyme or reason today
Still, some of us will stay true to form
There's really no cause for alarm
We might be a step out of time
But our poems will continue to rhyme
About the Creator
Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is currently pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. She enjoys writing about current events, history and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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Comments (2)
As a child, I would pick up poetry books, and I loved looking for rhyming words. However, there are poems written a long time ago that do not rhyme. Some of William Wordsworth's poems don't rhyme. The Prelude has hidden rhymes, but some of the words are just Simile's that sound similar to things but don't rhyme. I love the rhythm in rhyme, but I also love metaphors used in place of rhyme, where one word describes something else. It makes you look for the rhyme that is missing from the words!
I absolutely adore this. Rhyming poetry is my favorite kind. To me, it's what makes a poem a poem. Beautiful work!