Rhyming Poems

Nearly all of my poems rhyme. All of the humorous ones do, as well as some that are more serious. I suppose the reason for this is that throughout my life, my inspiration for writing poetry has by and large been Shel Silverstein (mainly 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 recommend checking them out! (As soon as you’re done enjoying my poetry, of course!)

Table of Contents

The Visitor

The Entrance to My Mind

Dancing with the Leaves

Imagination

My Friend

The Garden

Writing

It

Perfection

The Transcendentalist

Winter

The Green Voice

Independence

Reading

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

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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

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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. I didn’t win, but they sent me a letter saying my poem was one of the top poems they’d received, which was pretty exciting as a fifth grader!

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