I don't like non-rhyming poems....so heres a rhymong one
Imagine a world where words did not rhyme,
Where man was all limited by space or by time,
Where words were all meaning and they sure would be
Angry and saddened, confined and not free.
This world that you see, in front of your eyes,
Is nothing but fakery, a clever disguise
To hide all the words, and wordsmiths who make,
Sweet rhymes with sweet nothings, in which you will take
All kinds of great pleasure, excitement to see
These words on a page where no words should be.
These poems today, emotion is all
That poets write down, the poems their call
Of anger and sadness depression and lust,
The words are all there, but rhyme do they must?
No! Today all the rhymes are considered to own
Age as their essence, impossible to loan
Things such as rhyme to poems from now,
To put pen to paper and ask yourself how?
To make such words rhyme with meaning still kept
Impractical they say, thus away rhymes were swept
Imagine a world where words did not rhyme
You live in one now and this world is a crime!