The Rhyme Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

The Rhyme



They love me, I the rhyme.
They feel I’ am sublime.
Through old wandering time,
I’ve always been a prime
In nature which I mime
With words lovely I chime.
When they hear, their souls climb.
Words I do same in line,
Likeness in every design.
A feat I perform fine
That dazzle them to pine
To those words that do shine.
Great words those are divine
In kind sweeter than wine.

Thursday, May 14, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme,words
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