Rhyme Quotes

At first I was laboring under the impression that Chinese lyrics didn't rhyme. That turned out to be untrue - they don't rhyme in translation.

When you're making a singular pop song, you don't really need any subject matter. You just sort of say, "Uh, I love you." And then you try to figure out some rhyme for that, and there never is one.

Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme.

Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common senseNext best thing I do a record with common sense

she thinks I'm psycho cause I like to rhyme her name with things.

School is cool. Thats why it rhymes

A lot of underground hip-hop will inspire me as far as rhyme patterns - really wordy, intelligent lyrics.

In mockery I have set A powerful emblem up, And sing it rhyme upon rhyme In mockery of a time Half dead at the top.

I thought of rhyme alone, For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble And make the daylight sweet once more.

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

One little Indian left all alone, he went out and hanged himself and then there were none.

Poetry without words, you are, the beat to my hearts rhythm.

Rockabye Baby, in the treetopDont you know a treetopis no safe place to rock?And who put you up there, and your cradle too?Baby, I think someone down herehas got it in for you!

Be generous with your smile and try not to frown.And you will see my children

Anger's like a battery that leaks acid right out of meAnd it starts from the heart 'til it reaches my outer me

Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in-To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been

Your politics are so far right, They're wrong.

You ask me why I don't speakNot a word at willBut write so much worth well over a mill'Well I value words like I value kissesA sober one, a closer one penetrates the heartDarling it's how it mends it

If I knew what to doI'd do more than write a song for you

One, two, three, Im gon be crazy and free.

That weekend my people brought home a big eared gray scrawny kit.He was so loud and annoying that I did not like him one bit.

Jagged needle, wicked liesFrom under the skin, pluck evil eyes.Destiny change from pain and coldNow that you pay in blood and soul.

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.

Stop praying for salvation when it is clear, You are the saviours that we need around here.

From attraction and affectionCover of perfectionFailure beyond texture to a painful lessonEverything that was from the start wasn't from the heart

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

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

A fruitless year, take a fearless heartOne that blooms late will flourish in the dark

She crossed her legs and kicked out her feet, clad in thick wool socks and boots big enough to house a little old lady.

My heart's made of goldMy soul is pure steelLoved ones shall riseEnemies will kneelI soothe with water, attack with fireFor I am the master of my own empire.

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 paintExcelsis, glorious manifestation to befriend.

True love finds its own waysTo spread goodness, always.

The garden was full of sorrowSongbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhymeClouds caused to appear and cast down darknessFor this was the first day the sun didn't shine

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

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.

Wherever you go in the next catastrophéBe it sickroom, or prison, or cemet’ryDo not fear that your stay will besolit’ryCountless souls share your fate, you’ll have company!

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

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.

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

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!

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.

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

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.

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......

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.

Witches, he thought. Always rhyming.

C" is for colonies Rightly we boastthat of all the great nationsGreat Britain has most!

Seven half-bloods shall answer the callTo storm or fire the world must fallAn oath to keep with a final breathand foes bear arms to the doors of death

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

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