ABCB Rhyme Scheme

Published: August 2017

These poems use the ABCB rhyme scheme. The ending words of lines two (B) and four (B) rhyme with each other. They are assigned the same letter (B) because they are "related" through rhyme. While the end words in lines one (A) and three (C) do not rhyme with each other and are therefore assigned different letters.

30 Poems With ABCB Rhyme Scheme: Definition And Examples

Beauty And Scars
- By Marla J. Frazier
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2019 with permission of the Author.
I wrote this poem because of my compassion for people who are suffering. I have been writing poetry for over 50 years, and most of it is about caring for others.

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Close your eyes and picture beauty.
What is it that you see?
A baby, a mountain, a river?
Or maybe an old oak tree?

Close your eyes and picture beauty.
What is it that you see?
A baby, a mountain, a river?
Or maybe an old oak tree?

There is beauty all around us,
But some of it's hard to find,
Perhaps in the eyes of a weary soul
To which life has not been kind.

Maybe a life so shattered
And their world torn apart.
Hurting and so very alone,
They live with a broken heart.

Look beyond what you see.
Love them for who they are.
Do this, and you will find
Beauty beneath the scars.
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Climb Every Mountain
- By Eric R. Harvey
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2019 with permission of the Author.
This poem is about the obstacles we have to overcome following the passing of a loved one or someone who is seriously ill. It is about getting through those terrible times, learning to stand and cope.

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We all have a massive mountain to climb,
Especially those who've lost someone dear.
But climb that big mountain, we surely must,
If we are going to overcome fear.

We all have a massive mountain to climb,
Especially those who've lost someone dear.
But climb that big mountain, we surely must,
If we are going to overcome fear.

Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each step on that rocky, dangerous climb
Gets you nearer to an inner stillness.

Each of us have a big mountain to climb.
It might well be just a family rift,
But you must begin to climb that mountain
Because families are a God given gift.

Everyone's got their own mountain to climb.
It could be something you just can't accept,
But you must sort it out, make it good now,
Or you'll never take that first tiny step.

We all have a great big mountain to climb.
We walk the same path that our fathers trod,
But when you've ascended and reached the top,
Then surely, you will be nearer to your God.
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As One
- By Samantha M. Hann
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2019 with permission of the Author.
My best friend was murdered this June. She, her mom, and her dog were cruelly taken away. This is for you, Jade. I'll miss you forever.

Poem About Holding Onto Memories After A Friend's Passing

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It's okay to miss you,
It's okay to cry.
Just know I'll never forget you.
This isn't a permanent goodbye.

It's okay to miss you,
It's okay to cry.
Just know I'll never forget you.
This isn't a permanent goodbye.

Sometimes I sit and wonder
If you are standing by my side,
Giving me the courage
To carry on with pride.

I'll hold onto our memories,
Until this life is done.
In my heart is where I'll store them,
Where we can be as one.
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Christmas Carol
- By Sara Teasdale
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Sara Teasdale recounts the birth of Jesus and all who came to visit him. Some were wealthy, while others were poor. Some resided on Earth, while others came from heaven. All came to celebrate the birth of Jesus. Sara Teasdale was an American poet born in Missouri on August 8, 1884. She had six collections of poetry published during her lifetime and one published posthumously.

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The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.

The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.

The shepherds came from out the north,
Their coats were brown and old;
They brought Him little new-born lambs—
They had not any gold.

The wise men came from out the east,
And they were wrapped in white;
The star that led them all the way
Did glorify the night.

The angels came from heaven high,
And they were clad with wings;
And lo, they brought a joyful song
The host of heaven sings.

The kings they knocked upon the door,
The wise men entered in,
The shepherds followed after them
To hear the song begin.

The angels sang through all the night
Until the rising sun,
But little Jesus fell asleep
Before the song was done.
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Life Is Fine
- By Langston Hughes
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In this poem, the speaker is considering giving up on life, but he can’t go through with it. He finds that since he hasn’t died, he has something to live for. This poem has a strong sense of structure. It’s made up of single lines and quatrains with the ABCB rhyme scheme.

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I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love—
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry—
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!
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Nobody Knows
- By Azumi Zaima
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2016 with permission of the Author.
Being left by our love is painful, but what is more painful? Leaving your love knowingly and seeing him fight for you. That's the most painful. She knows it's her mistake. She knows she is giving him pain. She knows she can change it all but still can't and won't. She knows how empty she is without him. She loves him, but she can't express it. She has no one to express it to but her diary...

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Nobody knows it's empty,
The smile that I wear.
The real one is left behind in the past
Because I left you there...

Nobody knows it's empty,
The smile that I wear.
The real one is left behind in the past
Because I left you there...

Nobody knows I am crying.
They won't even see my tears.
When they think I am laughing,
I wish you were here...

Nobody knows it's painful.
They think that I am strong.
They say it won't kill me,
But I wonder if they are wrong...

Nobody knows I miss you.
They think I am all set free,
But I feel like I am bound with chains,
Trapped in the mystery...

Nobody knows I need you.
They think I can do it on my own,
But they don't know I am crying
When I am all alone...
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Dreams
- By Langston Hughes
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Langston Hughes was an American poet who became famous for his work during the Harlem Renaissance. He was the first African American to support himself as a writer. In this poem, Langston Hughes shares the importance of having dreams. Without dreams, our lives do not feel complete. We do not have anything to work toward, so holding onto the dreams strengthens and empowers us. In this short poem, he pulls the reader’s attention to this theme by using the repetition of the phrase, “Hold fast to dreams.” Dreams is written in Quatrains (4 line stanzas) and follows the ABCB rhyme scheme.

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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
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Bonds Of Friendship
- By Craig Burkholder
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2014 with permission of the Author.
This poem was written for a very special childhood friend that I reconnected with after many years. I was experiencing turmoil from a tragic personal situation, and she was suddenly reintroduced into my life. She is an amazing listener and friend, and I'll love her always. Thank you, Dawn.

Poem About Reuniting With Best Friend

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From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was sweet and innocent,
Your wit was well refined.

From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was sweet and innocent,
Your wit was well refined.

The sparkle in your eyes was keen,
Your friendship fast and real;
Soft words were your virtue,
And humor your appeal.

We grew as friends together,
We laughed and shared our dreams;
Along the way crush or two,
Went unrevealed, it seems.

As years rolled on, our paths were split,
Our roads went separate ways;
We each pursued our interests,
That occupied our days.

We soon forgot our youthful bliss,
Of tender carefree years;
We didn't talk or keep in touch,
Throughout life's pain and tears.

Then my darkest hour came,
And tried me to my core;
To save my heart from ruin,
I closed and locked the door.

Then out of every nowhere,
With precise directed cue;
An old familiar smile,
Came slowly into view.

Although much time was gone,
And the die of fate long cast;
It was as if we hadn't missed,
A second of the past.

You listened with attentive care,
And reassured my mind;
That loving hearts are still alive,
With purpose and design.

Deep inside I've locked way,
Emotions yet untold;
As time goes on, and bonds grow strong,
They will all unfold.

So thank you, friend, for taking time,
To demonstrate your love;
It's yet another blessing that,
I'm undeserving of.
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Crimson Rose
- By Sylvia Winters
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2013 with permission of the Author.
I wrote this when I was trapped inside by a storm. My friend had given me a rose just before I saw her for the last time, and this poem was more a reflection of how I felt her personality was at that moment: cold and dangerous over a mask of beauty and calm. And who's to say that roses aren't the same?

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A sign of beauty,
A symbol of grace.
Its pride runs strong
At a very fast pace.

A sign of beauty,
A symbol of grace.
Its pride runs strong
At a very fast pace.

It's wild like a wolf,
It's gentle like the breeze,
And it has a burning honour.
It's not eager to please.

But carelessness pays.
It is armed with thorns.
It'll laugh while you're bleeding
As your skin gets torn.

It is loved worldwide,
But don't be fooled by its pose.
It holds ancient, dark secrets.
Beware of the Crimson Rose.
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The Fisherman
- By Abbie Farwell Brown
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Abbie Farwell Brown was an American author who lived from 1871-1927. She lived in the same house her entire life, experiencing many traditions in her New England community. Brown describes the life of a fisherman in this poem, showing how one's profession becomes such a large part of a person's life. The Rhyme Scheme is ABCB.

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The fisherman goes out at dawn
When every one's abed,
And from the bottom of the sea
Draws up his daily bread.

The fisherman goes out at dawn
When every one's abed,
And from the bottom of the sea
Draws up his daily bread.

His life is strange ; half on the shore
And half upon the sea --
Not quite a fish, and yet not quite
The same as you and me.

The fisherman has curious eyes ;
They make you feel so queer,
As if they had seen many things
Of wonder and of fear.

They're like the sea on foggy days, --
Not gray, nor yet quite blue ;
They 're like the wondrous tales he tells
Not quite -- yet maybe -- true.

He knows so much of boats and tides,
Of winds and clouds and sky !
But when I tell of city things,
He sniffs and shuts one eye !
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Before The Ice Is In The Pools
- By Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson was an American poet who lived from 1830-1886. The first volume of her poetry was not published until four years after her death. In this poem, it’s not clear what the speaker was waiting for, but some believe it could be Sue, Emily’s sister-in-law. They spent many years corresponding with each other but had moments of estrangement. Some believe this poem also has religious and spiritual references to touching to cloak of Jesus and crossing over to death. Or it could simply be about waiting for winter to arrive. This poem is composed of quatrains (four-line stanzas) that follow the ABCB rhyme scheme.

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Before the ice is in the pools—
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow—

Before the ice is in the pools—
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow—

Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!

What we touch the hems of
On a summer's day—
What is only walking
Just a bridge away—

That which sings so—speaks so—
When there's no one here—
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?
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Love's Coming
- By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox was an American author and poet who lived from 1850-1919. Her goal was to write pieces that lifted people’s spirits. In this poem, she writes of the great expectation of falling in love--that it will be an earth shattering moment, but the girl she writes about finds that she has fallen in love with someone who has always been by her side and is considered a close friend. That love has stood the test of time. This poem is made up of quatrains, four-line stanzas, that have a rhyme scheme of ABCB. The structure is also very intentional. The first two lines of each stanza show what the speaker hopes for when it comes to love, and the second two lines of each stanza reveal her reality.

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She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.

She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.

She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.

She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye
Would wake her heart to a sudden glow:
She found in his face the familiar grace
Of a friend she used to know.

She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,
As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm's strife:
He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,
And a peace which crowned her life.
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Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
- By Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson, born in 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts, is the author of almost 2,000 poems. Only after she died in 1886 were her poems discovered. In this metaphorical poem the bird is a symbol for hope. Hope Is The Thing With Feathers is written in quatrains and uses an ABCB rhyme scheme

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"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
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I Wish I Weren't Alone
- By Jo
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011 with permission of the Author.
Loneliness...it can destroy people. People pass you in the street and won't look twice. This poem is for those who have ever or do feel alone inside.

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Once when I was little,
I was happy and carefree.
I used to run around laughing
Until it was time for tea.

Once when I was little,
I was happy and carefree.
I used to run around laughing
Until it was time for tea.

I used to play games
And smile all the time.
I used to feel on top of the world.
I used to feel fine.

It's amazing how things change
When people let you down.
And how that once happy face
Turns into a solemn frown.

You search and search
For someone who cares,
Anyone who understands,
Anyone who dares.

Loneliness, it hurts.
It kills you deep inside.
It makes you feel empty.
It stops you in your stride.

You cry yourself to sleep,
Hugging your pillow tight,
Wishing for someone
To hold you through the night.

Once when I was little,
I was happy and carefree.
Now my life's full of sadness,
Pain and misery.

Once when I was little,
I was never on my own.
But now I pray at night,
"I wish I weren't alone."
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Goodbye, Grandfather
- By Veronika J.
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2010 with permission of the Author.
After 5 years of not seeing him, I went on holiday to Europe for a visit. I spent the next 3 months travelling daily to and from his hospital bed. At 12 years old, I helplessly watched my grandfather die of cancer.

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You never know the extent of a word
Until you use it
You never know the impact of a word
Until you abuse it

You never know the extent of a word
Until you use it
You never know the impact of a word
Until you abuse it

You never know what could or couldn't have been
Until you lose it
You'll never live through the good times in between
Because you lost it

Please, when you say goodbye
Make it count for what it's worth
Put some value on the word
It may be the last one ever heard

What I wouldn't give to see his face
Just one last time
He's lying in a better place
So I'll just smile and say it's fine

We never got to share a dance
Or celebrate together
If only we had one last chance
I'd make it last forever

I would show him how good I've done
And how much better I still can do
I'd show him how much he meant to me
And how much I loved him too

I'd thank him for always being there
And sending me all his love
I want to feel him one more time
Give him one last hug

He was the strongest male figure
I ever came across
He wore a smile even though
He knew how much he lost

The word goodbye left my lips
So quickly and so hollow
If only I knew it was forever
I'd tell him only until tomorrow

I'd make sure he kept fighting
Even though he was tired and weak
I'd be there to stop him crying
Whilst sleeping, I'd kiss him on the cheek.

And if it was his last 10 breaths
That he would only ever get
I'd take his hand and tell him
That him I would never forget

Followed by that little word
That makes him know it's time
That little word that makes me cry
I'd tell him, Goodbye Grandfather
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My Melody
- By Eric Pribyl
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2010 with permission of the Author.
I'm in love with a girl, but she doesn't see it, and I want her to, so I wrote this.

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Amazing and beautiful,
not a flower or a tree.
Much prettier than that,
and only I can see.

Amazing and beautiful,
not a flower or a tree.
Much prettier than that,
and only I can see.

Loving and caring
right down to the core.
Filling me with happiness
and so much more.

Eyes are so stunning,
cannot look away.
Gorgeous and shining
all throughout the day.

Here in your arms
is where I belong.
The beating of your heart
is like a beautiful song.
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I Tried So Hard
- By Whitney Barton
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2009 with permission of the Author.
I wrote this March 29, 2009. I was in a good relationship and nothing was wrong at the time, but the poem just kind of struck me. I liked the idea, so I wrote it out. Now I am no longer with this guy and am now in a relationship with a guy from my school, and we are doing very well.

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I tried so hard.
I tried my best.
I gave you my all,
And now there's nothing left.

I tried so hard.
I tried my best.
I gave you my all,
And now there's nothing left.

You stole my heart
Then tore it in two.
Now I'm falling apart
And don't know what to do.

Divided by decisions,
Burned by the fire,
Confused by your words,
Tempted by desire.

I'm living in the present.
My mind is on the past.
Not knowing what I'll lose,
Not knowing what will last.

Blinded by fear,
Drowning in doubt,
Struggling to be free,
Looking for a way out.
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The Gift Of Life
- By Marni Fults
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2009 with permission of the Author.
As a post abortive woman, I realize that the shame of my abortion kept me from revealing to others how an abortion really affected my life. It is our fear of admitting what we have done that separates us from God. If more women would come forward, we could reveal the truth about abortion and the lifelong pain it causes.

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I received a gift from a stranger,
A stranger I did not know.
I had heard his name before,
But just in passing, so I let it go.

I received a gift from a stranger,
A stranger I did not know.
I had heard his name before,
But just in passing, so I let it go.

I did not think it was a gift,
But rather a terrible burden.
They said it was nothing I wanted.
Of this they were certain.

I was told it was something bad
And more than I could bear.
No one mentioned it was precious.
It was as if they didn't care.

I sent the gift back to the stranger,
Where it came from up above.
If only I had met him sooner,
I would have seen the gift was made with love.

Instead, I treated the gift like it was nothing.
I quickly sent it back.
They told me I did the right thing,
But they left out an important fact.

See, the gift was made just for me by a stranger,
And God was his name.
I had never even noticed him,
Yet he loved me just the same.

He had created that precious gift.
Each piece he made by hand to my surprise,
And yet I didn't even see it.
My life was based on lies.

When I found out what the gift contained
And realized I had thrown it away,
I believed I would always suffer
And be punished every day.

But to my disbelief, that stranger,
Who I had ignored and turned away,
Created three more gifts for me
And sent them all my way.

I begged for his forgiveness.
I prayed and felt his love.
I wondered what had become of the first gift
Sent from above.

I later learned the gift would remain
With our loving God and then
I would meet my baby in heaven
And receive the gift again.

I have no fear that I will not know
Which gift was meant for me.
So many have been thrown away,
But mine I will surely see.

For I have dreamed of my little boy
Whose eyes were big and bright.
I will run right over to him,
And know him at first sight.

I will say, "Mommy loves you!"
I know that is how I'll start.
Then I will thank God for taking care of my baby
While we were so far apart.

If I could just help one person
See their gift contains such love
And that the life inside that little gift
Came from God above,

It would honor my precious baby,
Whose life was lost to a lie.
It would stop the suffering of another child
And a mother who would otherwise be too scared to try.
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If I Could Tell You
- By Krystal
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2009 with permission of the Author.
I love this guy, but he doesn't know about my feelings. He is one of my best guy friends.

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When I see you in the morning,
it brightens up my day.
There are so many thoughts on my mind,
so many words I want to say.

When I see you in the morning,
it brightens up my day.
There are so many thoughts on my mind,
so many words I want to say.

I want to tell you how I feel,
but the words I cannot find.
They're all mixed up with my thoughts
that are running through my mind.

I've been keeping it locked up
because I know there's not a chance.
You never look my way.
You don't even take a glance.

You don't even know you're doing this,
toying with my heart.
I wish I could just tell you,
but I don't know where to start.

Should I tell you how much you mean to me
or how badly I want to be with you?
If I were to say these things
how would you react, what would you do?

Would you never talk to me again?
Would you never look my way?
That would just bring me back
to where I am today.

Then I'd start all over
and choose a different route
to make you understand
my feelings that want out.

I don't know what to do
or even how to say.
Maybe I should lock it up
and keep myself away.

My heart would ache even more,
but maybe for the good.
I just really want to tell you
only if I could.

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Friendship: One Of God's Greatest Gifts
- By Lauren Manning
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2008 with permission of the Author.
My best friend Lacey and I met in daycare when we were three years old. Another girl in daycare yanked a book out of Lacey's hand and made her cry, and that is how our friendship began!! Truly, my life would not be the same without her, and I am grateful to God for her.

Poem For Childhood Friend

in Friendship Poems by Teens

I was the young age of three,
and oh, so very small.
I knew almost nothing,
nothing at all.

I was the young age of three,
and oh, so very small.
I knew almost nothing,
nothing at all.

When I saw a cute little girl
shaking with fear,
all alone in the corner
with her eyes full of tears,

I thought to myself,
I'll go be her friend.
So I went over to her
and touched her sweet little hand.

I said to my new friend,
"Do you want to play?"
My new friend said, "Yes,"
and her tears went away.

It's been fifteen years now,
and our friendship's still strong.
I can hardly believe
we've been best friends this long.

As I went to her that day,
I was the angel to be.
How could I have known
that God sent her to me?

But angels need two wings
if they don't want to sit and just rest,
so God combined both our wings
to show us we're blessed.

We can't thank him enough
for his gift of kindness and love.
We are both each other's angels
sent from heaven above!
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ABCB Rhyme Scheme

30 Poems With ABCB Rhyme Scheme: Definition And Examples

I wrote this poem because of my compassion for people who are suffering. I have been writing poetry for over 50 years, and most of it is about caring for others.

This poem is about the obstacles we have to overcome following the passing of a loved one or someone who is seriously ill. It is about getting through those terrible times, learning to stand and cope.

My best friend was murdered this June. She, her mom, and her dog were cruelly taken away. This is for you, Jade. I'll miss you forever.

In this poem, the speaker is considering giving up on life, but he can’t go through with it. He finds that since he hasn’t died, he has something to live for. This poem has a strong sense of structure. It’s made up of single lines and quatrains with the ABCB rhyme scheme.

This poem was written for a very special childhood friend that I reconnected with after many years. I was experiencing turmoil from a tragic personal situation, and she was suddenly reintroduced into my life. She is an amazing listener and friend, and I'll love her always. Thank you, Dawn.

Emily Dickinson, born in 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts, is the author of almost 2,000 poems. Only after she died in 1886 were her poems discovered. In this metaphorical poem the bird is a symbol for hope. Hope Is The Thing With Feathers is written in quatrains and uses an ABCB rhyme scheme

Loneliness...it can destroy people. People pass you in the street and won't look twice. This poem is for those who have ever or do feel alone inside.

After 5 years of not seeing him, I went on holiday to Europe for a visit. I spent the next 3 months travelling daily to and from his hospital bed. At 12 years old, I helplessly watched my grandfather die of cancer.

I'm in love with a girl, but she doesn't see it, and I want her to, so I wrote this.

I wrote this March 29, 2009. I was in a good relationship and nothing was wrong at the time, but the poem just kind of struck me. I liked the idea, so I wrote it out. Now I am no longer with this guy and am now in a relationship with a guy from my school, and we are doing very well.

I love this guy, but he doesn't know about my feelings. He is one of my best guy friends.

My best friend Lacey and I met in daycare when we were three years old. Another girl in daycare yanked a book out of Lacey's hand and made her cry, and that is how our friendship began!! Truly, my life would not be the same without her, and I am grateful to God for her.