AABB Rhyme Scheme

Published: August 2017

Collection of poems where the ending words of first two lines (A) rhyme with each other and the ending words of the last two lines (B) rhyme with each other (AABB rhyme scheme).

32 Examples Of Poems That Use AABB Rhyme Scheme

  1. 1. Best Friend

    • By Mizscorpio
    • Published by Family Friend Poems May 2015 with permission of the Author.

    I wrote this poem about my best friends, Jazz and Alexis. I can truly say they are amazing.

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    You are my best friend; you belong in my heart.
    We go through ups and downs, but still nothing can tear us apart.
    I know you as a sister, and I will always care.
    Love, respect, and trust are the things we share.

    I know you as a person; I especially know you as a friend.
    Our friendship is something that will never end.
    Right now, this second, this minute, this day,
    Our sisterhood is here, is here to stay.

    My friendship with you is special and true.
    When we are together, we stick like glue.
    When I'm in the darkness that needs some light,
    When you're by my side, I know things are all right.

    Our friendship is so strong; it breaks down bars.
    Our friendship is also bright, like the sun and the stars.
    If we were in a competition for friendships, we would get a gold,
    Because responsibility and cleverness are the keys we hold.

    I met you as a stranger, took you as a friend.
    I hope our long friendship will never end.
    Our friendship is like a magnet; it pulls us together,
    Because no matter where we are, our friendship will last forever!

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  2. 2. Her Hands

    • By Maggie Pittman
    • Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006 with permission of the Author.

    Do we ever stop to think of the infinite loving acts of kindness that our mothers have bestowed upon us?

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    Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
    Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
    Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
    Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

    Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
    Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
    Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
    Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

    Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm's way.
    Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
    Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
    Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.

    Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
    Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
    Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
    Her hands are the reason I am me.

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  4. 3. The Importance Of A Sister

    • By Shiv Sharma
    • Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008 with permission of the Author.

    Why I love my sister...

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    Analysis of Form and Technique

    A sister is someone who loves you from the heart.
    No matter how much you argue, you cannot be drawn apart.
    She is a joy that cannot be taken away.
    Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.

    A friend who helps you through difficult times,
    Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.
    A partner who fills your life with laughs and smiles,
    These memories last for miles and miles.

    When she is by your side, the world is filled with life.
    When she is not around, your days are full of strife.
    A sister is a blessing who fills your heart with love.
    She flies with you in life with the beauty of a dove.

    A companion to whom you can express your feelings,
    She doesn't let you get bored at family dealings.
    Whether you are having your ups or downs,
    She always helps you with a smile and never frowns.

    With a sister, you cannot have a grudge.
    She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.
    Having a sister is not just a trend.
    It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend.

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  5. 4. Good Timber

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    Douglas Malloch (1877-1938), known as the "Lumbermen's Poet," compares good men to good timber in this famous metaphorical poem. The message of this poem is that people, like trees, grow and reach their true potential by overcoming adversity. It is only through struggles, like a tree fighting through forest growth to reach the sun, that we grow and discover our true potential. Malloch lived in Michigan where he grew up amongst logging camps and lumber yards. He wrote his first published poem when he was still a boy; it was published in the Detroit News.

    in Famous Inspirational Poems

    The tree that never had to fight
         For sun and sky and air and light,
    But stood out in the open plain
         And always got its share of rain,
    Never became a forest king
         But lived and died a scrubby thing.

    The man who never had to toil
         To gain and farm his patch of soil,
    Who never had to win his share
         Of sun and sky and light and air,
    Never became a manly man
         But lived and died as he began.

    Good timber does not grow with ease,
         The stronger wind, the stronger trees,
    The further sky, the greater length,
         The more the storm, the more the strength.
    By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
         In trees and men good timbers grow.

    Where thickest lies the forest growth
         We find the patriarchs of both.
    And they hold counsel with the stars
         Whose broken branches show the scars
    Of many winds and much of strife.
         This is the common law of life.

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  7. 5. Have You Earned Your Tomorrow

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    This famous poem, "Have You Earned Your Tomorrow", is by Edgar A. Guest who was known as the People's Poet for his simple uplifting style of writing poetry, and first published in the Detroit Free Press around 1916. There are different versions of the poem around and it has been attributed to other authors and with other titles such as "The Day's Results", "The Day's Work", "At Day's End", and "Is Anybody Happier".

    in Famous Inspirational Poems

    Is anybody happier because you passed his way?
         Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?
    This day is almost over, and its toiling time is through;
         Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?

    Did you give a cheerful greeting to the friend who came along?
       Or a churlish sort of "Howdy" and then vanish in the throng?
    Were you selfish pure and simple as you rushed along the way,
       Or is someone mighty grateful for a deed you did today?

    Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that's slipping fast,
         That you helped a single brother of the many that you passed?
    Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said;
         Does a man whose hopes were fading now with courage look ahead?

    Did you waste the day, or lose it, was it well or sorely spent?
         Did you leave a trail of kindness or a scar of discontent?
    As you close your eyes in slumber do you think that God would say,
         You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?

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  8. 6. Sick

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    When children don’t want to do something, they come up with every excuse they can think of to get out of it. There are many kinds of sicknesses children try to convince their parents they have been afflicted with in order to get out of going to school. The character in this poem seems to have come down with every possible illness, but what happens when she realizes it’s not a school day? Shel Silverstein crafts a poem that will resonate with children and adults alike.

    in Famous Children Poems

    “I cannot go to school today,"
    Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
    “I have the measles and the mumps,
    A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
    My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
    I’m going blind in my right eye.
    My tonsils are as big as rocks,
    I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
    And there’s one more--that’s seventeen,
    And don’t you think my face looks green?
    My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
    It might be instamatic flu.
    I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
    I’m sure that my left leg is broke--
    My hip hurts when I move my chin,
    My belly button’s caving in,
    My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
    My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
    My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
    I have a sliver in my thumb.
    My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
    I hardly whisper when I speak.
    My tongue is filling up my mouth,
    I think my hair is falling out.
    My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
    My temperature is one-o-eight.
    My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
    There is a hole inside my ear.
    I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
    What’s that? What’s that you say?
    You say today is. . .Saturday?
    G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

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  9. 7. If Only She Knew

    • By Kiara Wilson
    • Published by Family Friend Poems July 2012 with permission of the Author.

    I created this poem purely out of feeling. I was falling in love with this girl. It took a long time for me to tell her how I felt, and my poem here is exactly how I was feeling about her.

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    She has her own special way
    Of turning around my terrible day.
    She makes all the bad things go away
    The second that she says hey.

    And when I look into her eyes,
    I see pure beauty with no disguise.
    Just a glance at her makes my heartbeat rise.
    I know for a fact that these feelings aren't lies.

    If only she knew
    How much my love for her grew,
    Maybe, just maybe, we could start something new,
    And then I'd never feel blue.

    And if beauty were inches, she'd go on for miles.
    I'd better catch her before I go out of style.
    I'm going to let my heart be my dial
    So I can tell her what I've been feeling for a while.

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  10. 8. 'Twas The Night Before Christmas

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    Clement Clarke Moore wrote this poem in 1822 for his own children. It is also referenced with the title, "A Visit from St. Nicholas". The poem is the origin for many of the modern notions of Santa Claus, his plump and cheerful white-bearded look, the names of his reindeer, and even the tradition that he brings toys to children.

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    'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
    Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
    The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
    In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
    The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
    While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
    And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
    Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
    I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
    Away to the window I flew like a flash,
    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
    Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
    When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
    But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
    With a little old driver so lively and quick,
    I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
    And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
    "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
    On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen!
    To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
    Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
    As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
    So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
    With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too--
    And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
    The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
    As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
    Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
    He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
    And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
    A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
    And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
    His eyes--how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
    His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
    And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
    The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
    And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
    He had a broad face and a little round belly
    That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
    And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
    A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
    Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
    And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
    And laying his finger aside of his nose,
    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
    He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
    But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight--
    "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

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  11. 9. Grandchild

    • By Penny Brown
    • Published by Family Friend Poems May 2016 with permission of the Author.

    I am eagerly awaiting the birth of our first grandchild. For a baby shower to be given by the baby's great auntie, we have to write some words for the baby and give a bead. The beads will be strung together and the words collated as a booklet to give to the baby. The poem is my thoughts.

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    New life, a little baby, a little star,
    The world awaits you near and far
    With guidance and loving care
    That will keep you safe and happy there.

    There's family to meet,
    Pets and friends to greet.
    A long path with us you'll share,
    We'll always be happy to meet you there.

    Life experiences will soon unfold,
    Stories now waiting to be told.
    Adventures, discoveries, obstacles and dreams
    All join to form your self-esteem.

    Of yourself, have no fears.
    Enjoy each day over the years.
    Be proud of who you are, no fuss,
    A unique little person loved by all of us.

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  12. 10. Tapestry

    • By Lesley Elaine Greenwood
    • Published by Family Friend Poems March 2013 with permission of the Author.

    Hi I'm Lesley, a retired teacher enjoying my three grandchildren. I started writing poetry seriously when my eleven year old daughter, Heather died suddenly in the Spring of 1995. I was able to express my feelings through verse and this helped me come to terms with the massive hole that she left in my world. So a lot of my poems mix sadness and happiness. Nature and friendship are also important to me, the beauty around us and within us.

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    If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
    I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
    I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
    And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between

    I'd lay a purple carpet of wild heather in the dells
    And fringe the edge of all the woods with their pretty lilac bells.
    I'd merge the bracken with the heather, mix their colours like the sea,
    A green and purple ocean on my own rich tapestry.

    Then I'd take a ball of soft, white wool and stitch a mass of daisy chains
    Around the lush green meadows and up the sides of winding lanes.
    I would stencil on the marshes, just like pure white china cups,
    Some fragile water lilies and by the ponds, sweet buttercups.

    I'd mix orange, reds and yellows planting poppies wild and free
    Onto nature's coloured canvas, my own rich tapestry.

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  13. 11. My Dearest Love

    • By Sherri Brown
    • Published by Family Friend Poems October 2013 with permission of the Author.

    I wrote this after I got a phone call from my husband who is serving time in a state prison. He sometimes feels so insecure and thinks I am not waiting for him, but I will wait for him until the end of time; he is my life.

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    I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
    When I awake, how real it seems.
    You aren't here to comfort me,
    But soon I hope you will be.

    No one truly knows or understands;
    You have my heart in your hands.
    My love is what you truly own.
    Come soon and make our house a home.

    Inside those walls you are doing your time,
    Not being here with me is your only true crime.
    Others in your life will come and go,
    But my love is true, and I'm sure you know.

    I may not be rich or the prettiest one,
    But I love you so much; you are my sun.
    You light up my life every time you call.
    When the time is up, I begin to fall.

    You are my stars, you are my moon,
    Being with you will come very soon.
    So when you sleep, take this to heart,
    No one or nothing will keep us apart.

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  14. 12. He'll Never Know

    • By Jennifer
    • Published by Family Friend Poems December 2009 with permission of the Author.

    About a girl who wanted a man to love her like she loved him.

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    I want to run, I want to hide
    From all the pain he caused inside.
    I want to scream, I want to cry.
    Why can't I tell him goodbye?

    I want to move on; I just can't let go.
    I love him more than he will ever know.
    I want to start over, I want to feel free!
    But this pain will never leave me be.

    He hurt me bad; the pain is deep
    From all the promises he couldn't keep.
    All the lies I heard him say
    Are in my head and just won't fade.

    How can I forget him, leave him behind?
    Erase the memories from my mind?
    He doesn't love me, and he never will.
    He will never care how I feel.

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  15. 13. True Friends

    • By Mermaid
    • Published by Family Friend Poems May 2015 with permission of the Author.

    This poem describes my relationships with my friends (true friends that is): how they're always there for me and love me no matter what.

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    True friends are by your side through it all.
    True friends are there to catch you when you fall.
    True friends give your life a happy lift.
    True friends are a most precious gift.

    True friends will care about you forever.
    True friends want to be with you on every endeavor.
    True friends can make you laugh and cry.
    True friends can be girls or guys. 

    True friends can get mad at each other.
    True friends can be your sisters or brothers.
    True friends will never truly leave you.
    True friends will love you no matter what you do.

    True friends really know you but love you anyway.
    True friends are those who are always asking you if you're okay.
    True friends know that hate is a very strong word.
    True friends don't believe every story they've heard.

    True friends will tell you the truth, even if it's not what you want to hear.
    True friends are always there with a hug and a listening ear.
    True friends will tell you things that are true.
    True friends will do anything they can to help you.

    True friends love to spend time with you.
    True friends love to tease you too.
    True friends tease all in good fun.
    True friends don't care if you've lost or won. 

    I will love you forever, my friend.
    I will stay by your side until the very end.
    You'll be in my heart, as I pray for you each day.
    You are my truest friend in every way.

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  16. 14. Whispering Waves

    I find inspiration in nature. I live close to the sea and have always been fascinated by its calmness yet knowing the strength and power it can bring that causes harm and destruction.

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    Waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.
    Powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.
    Cascading and caressing each grain of sand,
    A warm embrace between sea and land.

    High above, a seagull soars high.
    Wings of purity it spreads to fly.
    Battling high against darkened cloud,
    In a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.

    Beneath, the sand is soft and warm.
    Sculpted by nature, it's weathered the storm.
    A passionate battle between calmness and rage,
    A new chapter's beginning; don't turn the last page.

    I listen again to the whispering waves,
    Music of nature calming and brave.
    Its power unknown, its stillness untamed,
    Mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.

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  17. 15. A Sense Of Love

    • By William Wilson
    • Published by Family Friend Poems February 2019 with permission of the Author.

    This is a simple poem simply created from my love of my wife.
    For Valentine's Day, the first as husband and wife, I thought I'd try my hand at showing my love in a new, romantic way. What better way than through rhyme?

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    Love is not something you see.
    It's meaning everything to me.
    It's needing to have you in my life,
    So much that I made you my wife.

    Love is not something you hear.
    It's always wanting to have you near.
    It's needing to feel your lips each day
    So much that no words could ever say.

    Love is not something you taste.
    It's never letting it go to waste.
    It's needing to see you even when we fight,
    So much or I'll miss you day and night.

    Love is not something you touch.
    It's knowing that you mean so much.
    It's needing your skin when I'm in bed,
    So much that you make me lose my head.

    Love is not something you smell.
    It's something that you're proud to tell.
    It's needing to always make you smile,
    So much that you make my life worthwhile.

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  18. 16. Sea Fever

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    As you read this poem about the beauty of sailing the ocean, imagine the smell of the salt air, the wind on your face and the movement of the waves as you sail toward your destiny.

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    I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
    And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
    And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
    And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

    I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
    Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
    And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
    And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

    I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
    To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
    And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
    And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

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  19. 17. Christmas Time

    • By Ronald Doe
    • Published by Family Friend Poems December 2010 with permission of the Author.

    During the holiday season let's remember to be grateful for the gifts God has bestowed upon us instead of envious of the gifts He has bestowed upon others.

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    Christmas time is finally here.
    It only comes but once a year,
    And it's a time to spread good cheer
    To those we love and hold so dear.

    Christmas time is a time of glee,
    A time when peace and love run free,
    A time for those like you and me
    To sit beneath the Christmas tree.

    Christmas time is a time of joy,
    A time to sit back and enjoy
    The smile on each girl and boy,
    As they play with a Christmas toy.

    Christmas time is a time to share
    The passing of another year.
    Birth of Jesus, a joyful prayer,
    To show loved ones how much we care.

    Christmas time is a time for song,
    A time for us to get along,
    To make us feel Lord Jesus strong,
    Forgive all those who did us wrong.

    Christmas time is a time to pray,
    Put love and kindness on display,
    Show compassion along the way.
    Christmas time should be every day.

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  20. 18. The Spider And The Fly

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    "The Spider and the Fly" is a poem by Mary Howitt (1799-1888), published in 1828. The story tells of a cunning Spider who ensnares a Fly through the use of seduction and flattery. The poem teaches children to be wary against those who use flattery and charm to disguise their true evil intentions. The gruesome ending in this cautionary tale is used to reinforce the important life lesson being taught.

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    "Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly;
    "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy.
    The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
    And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
    "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain,
    For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

    "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high.
    Well you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
    "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
    And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
    "Oh no, no," said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,
    They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed!"

    Said the cunning spider to the fly: "Dear friend, what can I do
    To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
    I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice;
    I'm sure you're very welcome - will you please to take a slice?"
    "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "kind sir, that cannot be:
    I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"

    "Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise;
    How handsome are your gauzy wings; how brilliant are your eyes!
    I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf;
    If you'd step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
    "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
    And, bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

    The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
    For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again:
    So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
    And set his table ready to dine upon the fly;
    Then came out to his door again and merrily did sing:
    "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with pearl and silver wing;
    Your robes are green and purple; there's a crest upon your head;
    Your eyes are like diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

    Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
    Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
    With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer grew,
    Thinking only of her brilliant eyes and green and purple hue,
    Thinking only of her crested head. Poor, foolish thing! at last
    Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast;
    He dragged her up his winding stair, into the dismal den -
    Within his little parlor - but she ne'er came out again!

    And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
    To idle, silly flattering words I pray you ne'er give heed;
    Unto an evil counselor close heart and ear and eye,
    And take a lesson from this tale of the spider and the fly.

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  21. 19. My Shadow

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    A child tries to understand the concept of his shadow. He finds it to be a silly companion who doesn’t seem to understand how it ought to act.

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    I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
    And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
    He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
    And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
    The funniest things about him is the way he likes to grow-
    Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
    For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India rubber ball,
    And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
    He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
    And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
    He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
    I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
    One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
    I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
    But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
    Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

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  22. 20. A Philia Love

    • By Joann Foley
    • Published by Family Friend Poems October 2017 with permission of the Author.

    Philia love is a love between close friends. It is a generous and affectionate love. Philia means brotherly or platonic love in Ancient Greek.

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    You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
    You use affectionate words in order to extol.
    You are a true treasure encased in my heart,
    A bond so strong, it will never depart.

    You easily bring out a piece of me
    That proves so difficult for others to see.
    You lift my spirits and fade my tears.
    You give me a friendship that withstands and perseveres.

    We are individuals who don’t want to do it alone,
    So we use laughter and kindness as our cornerstone.
    We support one another to grow separately,
    While nurturing our friendship ever so tenderly.

    I could not have imagined what you would mean to me
    When our friendship was new,
    But now I can honestly say I’d be completely
    Lost without you.

    I invite you to search my heart so you can find
    A philia love for you that is pure and divine.
    A gift to my heart you will always be.
    My companionship is forever yours; that I guarantee.

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