Rhyming Poems

My rhyming poetry runs the gamut from sonnets (which can be found on the Structured Poems page) to snippets, in all kinds of lengths. For more rhyming writing, check the Songs page.

After School
Channel
The Clover Parable
Confidante
Judgment
Love
The Modern Woman
Okay
One Hope Present
Role Reversal
Shafted
Strange
Strange to Think
Trio
Unacknowledged
You




After School

Lie beneath a spreading tree
With golden flowers in the sun.
Count to five on all the petals,
Never think of five plus one.
Watch the building-crammed horizon,
Sky no longer meeting ground.
Watch the golden flowers wither
Watch the golden dreams fall down.

Copyright 1996 by Katherine Foreman.

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Channel

(inspired by The Mage Storms trilogy by Mercedes Lackey)

Acceptance of darkness
The heart of the sun
The battle is over
The people have won.

Aether of sunlight
Dust of the stars
Eyes against nothing
Know nothing is far.

Blue opalescence
That holds in the night
Vanish forever
In infinite light.

Eyes of the heavens
Hand of the sun
The old life is over
A new has begun.

Copyright 1997 by Katherine Foreman.

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The Clover Parable

I've been thinking for a while
About schoolyards full of clover
And the man who comes to mow it
Every Thursday afternoon.
He knows that, once he's done it,
He'll have to do it over;
He'll have to mow it down again,
And do it soon.

But the clover doesn't know it--
The clover only blossoms--
All it knows to do
Is what nature had in mind.
It only knows to flower
No matter what besets it
And hope that it is easy
For willing bees to find.

We, too, should be like clover--
Everyone should learn to flower
No matter what besets us
Or ruins our day.
For the sun just keeps on shining
And the man just keeps on mowing
And the clover keeps on growing
In the same old way.

Copyright 1993 by Katherine Foreman.

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Confidante

He's just a bit too cautious,
He knows just when to leave.
I speak to her about him
And her eyes say she believes.
It's one thing just to love him,
Quite another to compete.
I could be whole without him--
But would she be complete?

Copyright 1996 by Katherine Foreman.

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Judgment

Beloved of one who deserves to be chosen
What difference will that make when judgment comes down?
Misfortune to live with a mind in this era
I cannot escape when the fire comes around.
Belief insufficient to conquer my knowledge
And heart full of wrongness for love of the good
It will not be different for me when it happens
Would he change anything if he possibly could?

Copyright 1997 by Katherine Foreman.

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Love

Broken dams and fading memories
Nights in blue with lights and sound
Something moving in the distance
Kill it when it comes around.

Lock it out and down forever
Keep your heart a crying stone
Look forever while they think
You think it's fun to be alone.

Choking velvet, bitter laughter
Watch and scream and bravely smile
Just remember somehow it will
All be over in a while.

Dance it out in tarantella
Let it out to keep your head
Lock it up and burn it over
Keep it quiet
Keep it dead.

Copyright 1996 by Katherine Foreman.

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The Modern Woman

Heal the sick and help the hurt
And fire the biggest gun.
Bring home all the money
And be satisfied with none.
Love yourself for who you are
And change, for mystery.
Yesterday collides with now
In what they want of me.

Copyright 1998 by Katherine Foreman.

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Okay

Blowing tops of bottles and whistling in the shade
Take acceptance for a ride
Forget to be afraid.
Too long in the circle playing other people's games--
Analyze and look again
And find you're still the same.

Copyright 1999 by Katherine Foreman.

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One Hope Present

Flesh that parts quiet along the knife blade
Lyrics that resonate, ring alive, fade.
Spirals of chlorophyll cover, defy.
While I am living, this hope cannot die.

Edges of pain that has shrieked in my mind
Trembling despair nearly batters me blind.
Things left behind are more precious than breath.
While I can speak, I will not yield to death.

Watching the light for a chance of reprieve
It will all funnel to what I believe.
Time will bring healing, with scars it must give.
While I am dreaming, my dream will still live.

Copyright 1999 by Katherine Foreman.

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Role Reversal

(a blatant admiration of Emily Dickinson)

She watches me through slitted eyes
Though not yet filled with hate
But venom that--she cannot know--
I've given out of late.

It's happening all over, and
This time it really clicks
And now I know the other pole
Of feeling--on the stick

Copyright 1995 by Katherine Foreman.

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Shafted

I haven't got a valentine
But please don't think I care
Though every time I've looked for one
There's been nobody there.

There's a Sadie's dance on Doomsday
But I can't go, for fear
I won't have the guts to ask him--
But he'll go, and I'll stay here.

There'll be dancing on my spirit
And ten arrows through my heart
By the time this year is over
And before the next one starts.

Copyright 1996 by Katherine Foreman.

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Strange

I'm strange today,
So please don't mind
The way that I behave.
Don't get excited
If my manner's
Somewhat less than grave.
It may appear
My mind is clear
Of all the stormy gray
But pay no mind
For as I've said
I'm acting strange today.

I don't know how,
I don't know why,
I don't know when or where,
But when I looked
For all my gloom
It simply wasn't there.
And if I find out
Where it went
I'll be quite proud to say:
I don't want you
To drag me down--
I'm acting strange today.

Copyright 1994 by Katherine Foreman.

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Strange to Think

Passing by the park of dreams
Equal poles and opposite
Met and danced to different tunes
Strange now to remember it.

Walking through a field of mines
Souls in harmony at play
Things we never asked to know
Strange to think of it today.

Dreams that pass beyond the fog
Reaching clarity to fly
Look back down with secret smiles
Strange to think it was a lie.

Copyright 1999 by Katherine Foreman.

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Trio

Pair up, square off
One to take around
Dance with, pose with, talk a lot with
Go out on the town.

Pair up, square off
One to make a show
Tease and flirt and whisper things
That no one else can know.

Pair up, square off
One to be a friend
Wait in shadows silently
And hope it all will end.

Copyright 1996 by Katherine Foreman.

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Unacknowledged

We are the unconquered,
The battered and the proud.
We sing a song of triumph
As our voices ring out loud.
We are the forsaken,
The lost forgotten few
Left to wither by the wayside,
Who now come marching through.

Our smiles blaze like the banners
That we hold up to the sky;
They left us there to crumble
But still we would not die.
They shot their slings and arrows
And we took the quivers all
But kept moving dumbly onward
And never did we fall.

We won our independence
In a battle hard and long
From the day we first discovered
It would kill us to belong.
As we raise the flag of victory
Minds and eyes turn misty gray
Remembering the blood we shed
In waiting for this day.

Copyright 1994, 1996 by Katherine Foreman.

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You

You remember the time you first saw me,
Though your eyes had gone past long before then
As had mine, and they passed you right over
On the day that you knew I was there.
It took time, and it shocked me in coming
To discover I watched you with longing,
But I had to act carefree and happy
For I feared you would see that I cared.

You were there all the time in the shadows
Barely out of the reach of my fingers,
But when grief and unhappiness shook me,
I was quick to find respite in you.
There was suddenly joy--unexpected,
But as welcome as light from the heavens
In my life, and I held to you tightly--
You and pain were all realness I knew.

You picked up my heart from its prison,
You showed me a way of surviving.
I loved you with all of my being,
But I loved and I lived still with pain,
For the love that before had sustained me
Now was making me restless, and fearful
That you wouldn't forgive or believe me
If I said you shared none of the blame.

You will wait in the silence to hear me;
You will listen, but you will hear nothing--
I cannot say the words that will hurt you;
I cannot burn the bridge, walk away.
Now, as it grows late, I grow tired;
I will sleep, and keep thinking tomorrow,
And I pray that my silence will tell you
Everything I can't make myself say.

Copyright 1995 by Katherine Foreman.

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