To grow as a songwriter, I’ve made intentional efforts to expand my rhyming skills. I get stuck in the same rhyme ruts over and over again… I scratch and dig my way out of those ruts, brush off the mud, and continue on with broader words, bigger imagery, and brighter creativity.
Here’s an idea. Let’s play a game today – a rhyme game where we either start a phrase, or we finish a phrase. (get it? start/finish…?) The finishing phrase has to rhyme with the starting phrase.
Since we have this fun stacked comment thingy, we can leave comments doing both! (insert wild applause here)
You have either two options:
- start a phrase in a comment
- finish a phrase, by hitting “reply” to the comment
*wild applause*
I’m looking for space to breathe
Space to move, a slight reprieve
[good one!]
why aren’t you participating?
*taking a bow*
while loving those hating me
I’m trapped by all consuming glares
thoughts of light awaiting me
undaunted by their piercing stares
His love will steal them unawares
(I’m feeling silly today)
sugar sugar homemade pie
!i cannot rhyme rhyme.
(You have to read the sentence backwards!)
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hahahaha!!!!
tastes a little sweeter when the day’s gone awry.
shoot. that was s’posed to be a reply.
(but you still seemed to make your “shoot” comment rhyme with the other. FTW!)
thank you, thank you. autographs after the show.
Lost in translation – lost in amazement
My thoughts released from their mental basement.
(Sorry, that was very cheesy!)
You make this game seem easy-peasy
Cost of Salvation, Found in what Grace meant.
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new starter:
summer sweets are seen in nectarines and bumblebees
winters taste are more likely found
in the forzen sap of maple trees
winter treats abound in eiderdowns and coffee grounds.
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forgotten autumn sings itself a lullaby of sounds
Or:
Battle stars and battle scars
both dash and spot and blind
the lesson learned but soon forgot
is the grace of love when we are kind
or:
dreams are found in innocence
but often lost in cognizance.
and lost to ignorance
While life around us in guilt ends.
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giggling brooks that tickle our feet
Make a big goodbye bittersweet.
Summer’s laughter peach dripping sweet
helter skelter down the street
Acrobats accept aerodynamics.
Clowns are inept at car mechanics
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bwah ha ha ha
but theories can’t cure hopeless romantics
morning sunlight sparkles with joy
and 9 months later, “it’s a boy”!
mandipants thompson do not annoy
Hey, Mandy…May I suggest–assuming you don’t already have one–a Songwriter’s Rhyming Dictionary?
A singer can draw attention to certain sounds so not everything has to rhyme quite so precisely–like poetry.
You’ll see.
I have a whole MACHINE of songwriting tools. And, yes, there’s a rhyming dictionary in there. ahhhhhh….. nice!
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