Best 98 quotes in «rhyme quotes» category

I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace.

I aint choose to rhyme, Rhyming chose me.

I dream of silent verses where the rhyme glides noiseless as an oar.

I don't rhyme right now, but I may ten years from now.

I'm sure 50 percent of television ads use rhyme

I mean, when it's time to rhyme rhyme, I can get down for mine.

I have always wanted to midcourse-correct (or undermine) in a poem, and let that be the turn. That poem is to do with displacement, with almosts - even the rhymes are intentionally off.

I'm a terrible punster. And I love to rhyme. I just can't help myself.

I'm more into beats than rhymes.

I'm not just making rhymes and making melodies. I'm expressing my true life force, energy.

I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I'm in bed with the influenza.

It's very hard to find things that rhyme with North American Free Trade Agreement.

In my song you catch at times Note sweeter far than mine, And in the tangle of my rhymes Can scent the eglantine.

I set it off with my own rhyme / cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time

I started doing music when I was thirteen; I actually started writing my first rhymes.

I was always making up rhymes. But I never thought that poetry would become my life.

Just now I've taen the fit o' rhyme / My barmie noddle's working prime.

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom.

Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells.

Life has shown me all too often that there is no rhyme or reason to the cruelty inflicted upon humanity.

My work is basically images set to my particular voice. It's the way the images rhyme and the rhythm. It's a way of economical storytelling for me.

Men don't make passes at crones with big (rhymes with passes).

Once in awhile you have a thought, and you rhyme it.

Oh, southern rappers... so hard to write a rhyme when you only know 30 words.

People don't ask Jay-Z to take his shirt off when he rhymes.

People only call me 'Fiery' because it rhymes with Fred, just like 'Typhoon' rhymes with Tyson

Puttin rhymes into shape just like Jack LaLanne.

Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a 'frigerator.

Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.

San Francisco is poetry. Even the hills rhyme.

There is no business like show business. There is also no business like certified public accounting, but that doesn't rhyme as well.

Sometimes I have something stuck in my head and that directs the rhyme that I'm writing with.

Tell the truth and make it rhyme

I usually start with a title or maybe a little rhyme or phrase.

The past does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.

Time, ain't nothin, but time. It's a verse with no rhyme, and it all comes down to you.

Time ain’t nothing, but time. It’s a verse with no rhyme, And it all come down to you. «El tiempo solo es tiempo. Es un verso sin rima, y todo depende de ti.»

What a lot of people don't know is that Wyclef started off as a battle rapper, when he decided that he would rhyme.

A glassy calm replaced the storm surrounding their boat. The distant thunder struck a note, white-hot and remote. An invisible magnet seemed to steer their course. The island pulled them in with its dreamy force.

Аfter all the beats and rhymes, I felt like everybody around me was rapping and so I was like.

A good poem has rhyming but no ending, it continues to rhyme in our heart.

A fruitless year, take a fearless heart One that blooms late will flourish in the dark

And now he is singing a bard's curse upon you, O brother abbot, and upon your father and your mother, and your grandfather and your grandmother, nd upon all your relations.' Is he cursing in rhyme?' He is cursing in rhyme, and with two assonances in every line of his curse.' ("The Crucifixion Of The Outcast")

A poetess is not as selfish as you assume. After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride— and spaces—the groom, she knows that as soon as she has penned the poem, it’s yours to consume. So, without giving it a think, she blows on the ink and the letters fly away like dandelions on a windy day, landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips. But more often than not, you can easily spot them trodden and forgotten, becoming sodden and rotten. Yet, she will continue to make what’s others to take because selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

Before he got too far, he thought he smelled a fire. No sooner did he blink before he sensed something dire. He heard a sound and froze, danger tickling his nose. His ears perked up as tiny cries of capture rose.

Before reaching Grassy Butte, though, Dad spied a farmhouse with two pumps in the drive and a red-and-white sign out front saying DALE'S OIL COMPANY. Another sign said CLOSED, but a light was on in the house and Dad pulled in, saying, "I believe we might prevail on Dale. What do you think?" "Prevail on Dale," I repeated to Swede. "To make a sale," she added. "And if we fail, we'll whale on Dale--" "Till he needs braille!" "Will you guys desist?" Dad asked.

Chance is your god Though you're falling free you will land hard

By(e) pen, I've tried my hand at poetry; only to see how boring it is to me. That is, unless I get a chance to destroy each and every piece while doing it as I please.

Champagne morning, sleepless grin, setting off and settling in. Today feels good.