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The Best Short Rhyming Poetry  

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Not all poems have to rhyme. But the best short rhyming poems are examples of why the classic style is still so universal. These simple rhyming poems are all under 25 lines or less. 

Easy rhyming poems often sound like a song. As children, we are exposed to this kind of poetry through greats like Dr. Suess. Some of these short poems that rhyme are children’s poems, others are all about falling in love, while others center on the hardships of life. 

You will no doubt recognize a few famous poets on this roundup, like Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson. However, there are also several more obscure rhyming poems that are equally impressive and deserve to be read among the classics.

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The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands; 
Close to the sun in lonely lands, 
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. 

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; 
He watches from his mountain walls, 
And like a thunderbolt he falls. 

Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson

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The Sick Rose

O Rose thou art sick. 
The invisible worm, 
That flies in the night 
In the howling storm: 

Has found out thy bed 
Of crimson joy: 
And his dark secret love 
Does thy life destroy.

Author: William Blake

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I'm Nobody! Who are you?

I'm Nobody! Who are you? 
Are you—Nobody—Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise—you know!

How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!

Author: Emily Dickinson

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The Rose Family

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose –
But were always a rose.

Author: Robert Frost

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