Consonance Poetry
Consonance, a subtle sound,
That echoes softly all around,
Repetition of consonant tones,
That give a poem a rhythmic bone.
The "s" that hisses like a snake,
And "f" that floats like a lake,
The "t" that taps and beats like a drum,
And "m" that hums like a pleasant hum.
Consonance, a trick of the ear,
That makes a poem sweet and clear,
A pleasing melody that sings,
Of hidden joys and secret things.
The "p" that pops like a firecracker,
And "b" that booms like a thunder clapper,
The "z" that buzzes like a busy bee,
And "n" that whispers like a gentle breeze.
Consonance, a subtle art,
That sets a poem apart,
A symphony of sound and rhyme,
That weaves a tale beyond time.