Rhyming Poems

The overwhelming majority of my poems rhyme. All of the humorous ones do, as well as some that are more serious. I guess the reason for this is that throughout my life, my inspiration for writing poetry has by and large been Shel Silverstein (primarily his books Where the Sidewalk Ends, A Light in the Attic, and Falling Up). Those books contain a plethora of humorous rhyming poems, and if you haven’t read them already, I would strongly recommend checking them out! (As soon as you’re done enjoying my poetry, of course 😉 ).

The Visitor

He came knocking at my door one night

And asked for a place to stay,

But I, being who I was

Refused him right away.

*

I kicked him out to the streets that night,

Spat after him in disdain,

Yelled in as loud a voice I could muster,

“Don’t you dare come back again!”

*

But then, as I turned to go inside,

Something nudged my heart a bit.

And I realized that whatever it was,

I kind of wanted it.

*

So I opened the door a tiny crack,

Thought I’d be nice, maybe lend him my bed,

But alas, my friend, how stupid I was-

For Opportunity had fled.

~Sarrah Hakim~

2011

* * *

The Entrance to My Mind

I was walking home

From school one day,

When my friends asked me,

“Can you come and play?”

*

“I’m afraid not,”

I said, looking glum.

“My mind feels as sticky

As a mountain of gum!

*

“I have too much homework;

My day at school stank.

I have to write about a topic,

But my mind is still blank!”

*

And with that I trudged home,

Feeling that I wanted to stash

The stupid homework assignment

Right into the trash!

*

When I arrived at my house,

Amidst all my gloom,

I found a huge surprise

Waiting right in my room.

*

Well, all it was, was a door

With a sign that read, “Enter.”

But when I opened that door,

I found the greatest adventure.

*

The place was full of amazing things,

Like unicorns and flying cars.

There was a choir of pears and strawberries,

And fish turning into stars.

What is this place? I wondered.

And a voice suddenly said, “How kind

Of you to come and visit

The entrance to your mind.”

*

“You mean this is my mind?” I asked in amazement.

“Of course,” the voice said with a grin.

“Your mind is filled with wonderful things,

And that’s how it’s always been.”

*

And suddenly I understood

What went on in my brain.

No more trouble with a topic, I thought

As purple flowers began to rain.

*

After thanking the voice I went back to my room,

And immediately started to write

About where my adventures had taken me that day,

And about that enchanting, crazy sight.

*

So listen to me, and take my advice:

You can do it too.

Just be openminded

And see where that will take you.

~Sarrah Hakim~

December 18, 2007

***

Dancing With the Leaves

Bright fall leaves are all around me,

To my left and to my right.

Showing off their flashy colors,

It is truly a wonderful sight.

*

Lemon yellow and pumpkin orange,

Crimson red and chocolate brown.

The curtains part on nature’s stage

And they float gracefully to the ground.

*

I wish that I could dance with them,

And glide gently on the breeze,

The whistling whisper of the wind

Carrying me through the trees.

*

The crackling of a smoldering fire

Permeates through the air,

And crisp, rough bits of leaves

Are falling in my hair.

*

Taking in the autumn scents

And smiling with joy and bliss,

I must admit without a doubt

That fall is truly this.

~Sarrah Hakim~

October 2007

***

Imagination

Gliding  through the air on silver wings

Soaring past the trees

Above the clouds, below the ground

Underneath the sea.

*

Walking on a rainbow

Singing with the rain

Whispering to a waterfall

Riding on a crane.

*

Sailing on my dream ship

To distant lands afar

Encountering elves and wild beasts

Swinging from a star.

*

Hanging from gossamer threads

So delicate and fine

Dancing with a moonbeam

Ever so divine.

*

Chatting with a butterfly

Flying high and free

Yes, this is certainly where

My imagination takes me.

~Sarrah Hakim~

May 1, 2008

*I actually won a contest with this poem. It was published in a high school’s magazine while I was still in seventh grade.

* * *

My Friend

There’s someone who’s always been there for me,

Ever since I was a little girl.

But I didn’t realize how much I relied on him

Until I matured a little and met the world.

*

When I was young he was with me no matter what;

If I didn’t need him he’d still be there,

Waiting patiently for me to do something with him,

But I treated him with little care.

*

I woke up late and watched TV sometimes,

For he was there to stay.

I sat on the couch and lazed about

Just because I was bored that day.

*

But as I grew older I saw less of him;

He must’ve been too busy for me.

When school got tough and I had homework each night,

He was always an absentee.

*

Then one night I needed him most;

I had a ten-page paper to write.

I still hadn’t started and it was due the next day,

But he was completely out of sight.

*

He came back to me briefly in the morning,

Just to stop for a quick hello.

But all too soon he was gone again,

Or maybe I was just too slow.

*

I came home from school that day,

And I swear he was right there.

But I dozed off for what felt like a moment,

And when I awoke I couldn’t find him anywhere.

*

It was late at night when I tried to sleep,

Tossing and turning in my bed.

Finally I was in a deep slumber,

Only to wake up and find that he’d fled.

*

When college began I needed him more;

Why did he keep disappearing?

He was all I needed at that point;

He was the only one I found endearing.

*

With each passing day I looked worse and worse

Because he was never with me enough.

My eyes in the morning were puffy and red,

And times began to get rough.

*

Then at some point in our relationship,

He moved out entirely.

Yet I looked for him everywhere;

I hoped he wasn’t cheating on me.

*

And just like that he was my enemy;

I was working against him now.

Who would win? He or I?

Losing was something I wouldn’t allow.

*

Oh, I’d humiliate him all right!

I’d show him what I could do.

If he wouldn’t be with me, then so what?

I wouldn’t mope around feeling blue.

*

I began to do things faster and faster,

Determined that I should win.

Oh, he’d never beat me in this race!

And slowly, I began to grin.

*

I worked really hard and then one day,

Who should come knocking at my door

But he, himself! And he said humbly,

“If you still want me, then I’m all yours.”

*

I embraced him tightly right away,

For suddenly I knew it had been my neglect.

How could I ever expect him to stay

If I treated him with disrespect?

*

I realized at that moment

That he was more precious than a freshwater pearl.

And if I didn’t regard him with what he was worth,

Then I wouldn’t survive in this world.

*

I buried my face in his shoulder;

I’d never belittle him ever again.

I’d never forget how valuable he was,

For Time was once more my friend.

~Sarrah Hakim~

December 19, 2010

***

The Garden

I was working in the garden,

Sweating hard, like crazy!

The sun beat down upon my back,

My vision getting hazy.

*

My arms were sore from pulling weeds;

I sat down a moment to rest.

And the events that followed after that—

You never would have guessed!

*

Right about then I said aloud

To nobody specifically,

“These weeds are so ridiculous;

They annoy me so terrifically!

*

“I wish that they would go away;

I want my garden to be weed-free.

I’m sick of pulling them all day long;

I wish they’d stop annoying me!”

*

At first nothing happened;

It stayed a perfectly normal day.

I went to bed and that was that;

I had nothing more to say.

*

But when I walked outside next morning,

Blinking in the bright light,

I simply couldn’t believe my eyes—

Not a weed in sight!

*

It wasn’t possible; it couldn’t be happening!

But yet it was plain as could be.

There weren’t any weeds at all,

As far as I could see.

*

I sat down for a moment,

Not quite sure what to do.

Then I walked around the garden

Where not a single weed grew.

*

I admired the garden from all angles,

Felt giddy from happiness.

I couldn’t believe this lucky turn of events;

No more weeds causing stress!

*

At first I was filled with naught but joy,

But as I walked around some more,

I began to feel a little strange,

As though I were lacking some sort of chore.

*

The garden just looked too perfect!

It wasn’t natural, as it should be.

Each flower stayed in its proper place,

And the lack of weeds annoyed me!

*

The garden was flawless in every possible way;

There was no gardening to do.

My pruners were useless and so was my shovel

In this garden where everything so perfectly grew.

*

I sat down in the grass at that point

And punched a tree trunk with my fist.

I couldn’t believe what I was thinking,

But it was those darn weeds that I missed!

*

Then realization dawned upon me,

And I began to see the light.

My face burned in humiliation

Because I understood the truth, all right.

*

No garden is supposed to be orderly or neat

Because what every garden truly needs

Is an enthusiastic gardener

And lots and lots of weeds!

~Sarrah Hakim~

June 19, 2011

***

Writing

Writing is like opening a hidden door

And unleashing a spark within

Pouring out a message for others to read

About things that you’ve seen or places you’ve been

*

But writing isn’t just a flurry of ideas

Or soft little flakes of inspiration

You must ruthlessly revise and tear your work apart

And work to perfect your creation

*

Though it’s sometimes hard work to write something worth reading

Though that spark may have trouble staying lit

I can attest to this one simple fact—

By the end it will have been worth it.

~Sarrah Hakim~

January 30, 2012

***

It

It comes mostly at night,

When it knows you are silent and sleeping.

It comes mostly at night,

Crawling, creaking, creeping.

*

It comes in the form of many things;

It is the report card you struggled to hide.

It is the lies you told and the excuses you made up;

It is the tales you crafted to save your pride.

*

It is the things you stole late that night

When you thought no one was there to see.

It is the tests you cheated on and the homework you copied;

It is everything you shouldn’t be.

*

It comes mostly at night,

When reality doesn’t seem true.

It comes mostly at night,

The guilt that will forever haunt you.

~Sarrah Hakim~

February 13, 2012

***

Perfection

To be perfect is to know you’re not,

To accept your faults and just be strong.

To realize that though you’re not always right,

You’re also not always wrong.

*

Perfection is a bird with a broken wing;

One that never stops trying and so never fails.

One that longs to feel the cool breeze on its feathers

And will keep trying until it prevails.

*

Perfection is the person who may not always succeed,

But is constantly doing his best.

Perfection is a way of looking at things;

It’s certainly not a test.

~Sarrah Hakim~

January 13, 2012

***

The Transcendentalist

When I was in preschool,

Just four years old,

They wanted me to color,

But I wouldn’t do as I was told.

*

I still remember the picture;

It was a happy dinosaur.

But I just didn’t feel

Like being perfect anymore.

*

So I took a pack of crayons,

And I scribbled with glee.

They couldn’t keep me in the lines;

I wanted to be free.

*

Even at the age of four,

I refused to conform.

I guess it’s not always best

To blend in with the norm.

~Sarrah Hakim~

January 9, 2012

***

Winter

Walking along the uneven ground

The grass below and the sky above

As the icy wind lashes my face

There is a lot that I’m thinking of

*

I see before me a tree, tall and strong

Its leaves gone and its branches bare

While the crisp cool breeze of winter

Runs a playful finger through my hair

*

I can feel the rough ground beneath me

I like the crunch of stepping on ice

But though I like nature the way it is

A little more snow would be nice.

~Sarrah Hakim~

January 3, 2012

***

The Green Voice

Mama tucked me into bed;

I lay cozy, warm, and snug

As she kissed me gently on my head

And left after a final hug.

*

As soon as she turned off the lights

And walked out of my room,

What should appear beside my bed?

A gigantic red mushroom!

*

At once, my eyes widened in shock

And grew still larger in surprise

When a door emerged from the side of the mushroom

Before my very eyes.

*

I’m serious! Really!

Believe me; it’s true!

I was stuck there fairly stunned,

Not knowing what to do.

*

And then, as if things

Couldn’t possibly get stranger,

The door opened up,

And I was in danger.

*

At least that’s what the elf said—

The one who popped through the door.

He told me to leave immediately

And warned me not to explore.

*

But I didn’t listen to him,

For the way it seemed to me–

He’d come into my room!

For what reason should I flee?

*

So I carefully crept out of bed

And tiptoed towards the fungus.

The elf followed behind me, muttering,

“There’ll be trouble among us.”

*

We emerged into a desert land

That was dry and smelled of smoke.

But before I could complain,

A mysterious voice spoke.

*

“What curious young soul

Has dared to invade

The land of the forgotten,

The abandoned, and preyed?”

*

“Um… me, I guess,”

I responded, perplexed.

“Silence!” the voice commanded;

It seemed rather vexed.

*

“Let me do the talking,

And give you an explanation

Of our land’s distressing history

And why we’re in this situation.

*

“It all began

When the people arrived.

People like you,

Who only care to survive.

*

“This place used to be

A forest, you know.

One where plants

Could prosper and grow.

*

“But you stupid people

Had to cut down all our trees!

For paper, and furniture!

And you didn’t plant any new seeds!

*

“So that is why

You see today

This rotting old place

Of disgust and decay.”

*

The voice finished its story,

Nearly in tears,

While I thought of how we’d been

Cutting trees down for years.

*

“I’m sorry,” I said finally,

As I watched my fellow elf.

He was meandering along steadily

While mumbling to himself.

*

“Wait!” I called to him,

“I need to go back to where I’m from!

I don’t want to be stuck here

For many years to come!”

*

“Hold on!” cried the voice,

“I’ll help you go back

If you inform your people of this loss

So no more trees are attacked!”

*

“Yes, I promise,” I said,

And suddenly, BOOM!

With a rumble and a flash,

I was back in my room.

*

“Wow…” I murmured,

As I stumbled across the floor.

Although I was bewildered and dazed,

My journey was impossible to ignore.

*

Lying on my bed,

Wondering if my adventure did exist,

I realized there was probably a lesson

To be learned from all of this.

~Sarrah Hakim~

June 15, 2009

* * *

Independence

As I stepped into a painted world

The colors all around me swirled

And I could see as if in a dream

An eternally flowing, twisting stream

*

I called to it, without truly knowing

The power of that water flowing

It rose up as if in anger or fear

But did not retreat; instead it came near

*

I whispered to it my troubles and worries

That whirled around my mind in fury

It listened ever so patiently

Full of compassion and sympathy

*

“Tell me what to do,” I said

But it refused to; instead

In a gravelly voice full of care

It whispered, “Your heart is always there.”

*

As I tried to make sense of these strange words

All around me that stream whirled

And I realized it with a sudden jolt

Like a swift, shocking lightning bolt

*

The power to decide lies with me

No one else can speak for the way I see

I have to learn to form opinions on my own

And slowly, I realized how I have grown

*

Before I was young; an innocent child

Now I’m a young woman, no longer mild

I cannot rely on hiding behind another

Can no longer depend solely on my mother

*

The stream swirled around me still

And I knew that I couldn’t relax until

My worries and problems were solved; it’s true

But the flame of hope had been kindled anew

*

So I stepped out of that painted world

For a brand new path had been unfurled

A freedom of choice had settled in my heart

And was seen not as a burden, but as a fresh start.

~Sarrah Hakim~

November 19, 2010

* * *

Reading

I was about to turn on the TV one day,

When suddenly I thought

About all those wonderful books

That I’d gone to the store and bought.

*

Should I let them lie in a corner all day?

With dust from cover to cover?

Or should I go over and read them?

Well, I never was a book lover.

*

Eh, I’ll give it a try, I thought.

And I turned around to look.

Then I ran over to the sofa

And opened the nearest book.

*

I experienced a whoosh of imagination,

Something I had never felt before.

It definitely wasn’t a bad feeling,

And all of a sudden I wanted more.

*

“Time for dinner!” my mom called.

But I didn’t even look up or glance.

I just couldn’t stop reading!

It was like some sort of trance.

*

Well, I learned a lesson:

Reading beats TV anytime.

But I’m thinking of becoming a poet.

After all, I can rhyme.

~Sarrah Hakim~

February 1, 2006

*I entered this poem in a contest hosted by Scholastic when I was in elementary school. Though I didn’t win, I received a letter saying my poem was one of the top poems they’d received and that they had considered it strongly when deciding on the winner.

***

All In a Night

The night was dark and silent; I pulled my blankets up to my face.

In my bed, I lay quite still, unaware of what was to take place.

*

Suddenly, with a wild whoosh, my window opened wide.

The frosty air lashed my face, and I hurried to look outside.

*

Just beyond my window, perched on a maple tree,

Was an eagle the size of a dragon, her head turned towards me.

*

She bade me to jump on her back, and I did so without further ado.

In a moment, she was in the air, soaring gracefully and true.

*

The wind licked my cheeks with its icy tongue, and blew me a bitter kiss,

As she swooped down towards a national park, and said, “Take a look at this.”

*

The grandeur was clear despite the dark, and as I inhaled the fresh, clean air,

I could not help but notice things to which nothing could compare.

*

The trees under which one could read a book, on a gorgeous summer day,

The wide expanse of soft green grass where children laugh and play.

*

As I began to take in the beauty, the eagle said quietly to me,

“Have you really seen America? Do you know your own country?”

*

She took me over rolling hills, deep valleys and vast plains.

Then she flew me over a city, with cars and buses and trains.

*

I was mesmerized by the dazzling lights, but the eagle pointed out to me,

“Do you see that college over there? And that university?

*

“Do you realize what sort of land America is? It is a land of opportunity.

It’s a land where each person is free to follow his dream, a land where you can be what you want to be.”

*

Then we glided over a house where a party was taking place.

In the lawn, bright lights were strung, and each guest was of a different race.

*

“America is a land of diversity,” the eagle said softly.

“We accept people of all different cultures; we treat them equally.”

*

With that, she beat her powerful wings and soared high into the sky.

She showed me the majestic America, while my heart swelled with pride.

*

All through the night we traveled, and when the sun began to rise,

She said, “There’s one more thing to see before we say good-bye.”

*

She dove down without warning, so I closed my eyes quite tight.

But then she whispered, “Open them.” So I did– and smiled at the sight.

*

Before me, the star spangled banner billowed gently in the breeze.

So bold and brave and beautiful, representing the country of shining seas.

*

“I understand it now,” I murmured, “I see what you wanted me to see.

There’s nothing like America, and I am proud of my country.”

~Sarrah Hakim~

2010

*You can probably guess I wrote this poem for a contest with a specific theme: “There’s nothing like America.” While the America presented in the poem is a bit of an idealized version, I think love for one’s country is really important, and though it’s not perfect, I do feel proud to be living in America.

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