Internal rhyme

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In poetry, internal rhyme, or middle rhyme, is rhyme which occurs within a single line of verse.

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True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins

I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

-Nas

My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time

Can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme

The years that I've wasted are nothing to the tears that I've tasted

I give sight to the blind, my insight's through the mind

I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time

My destiny's to rest at ease until I'm impressed and pleased

With my progress I'm on a quest to seize all, my own label to call

How to cope with the stress and hope for the best instead of mope and depressed

Always groping a mess of flying over the nest to selling dope with the rest

You critics want to criticize but couldn't visualize individuals lives through a criminal's eyes

You can search but you'll never find, you can try to rewind time

But in your hearts and your minds we will never die,

We are forever alive and we continue growing, one day at a time

-Eminem

The British feel these latest dealings verge on immorality.

The element of precedent imperils our neutrality.

We're rather vexed, your giving extraterritoriality.

We must insist you offer this to every nationality!

-Stephen Sondheim

Genocide resynthesize to violence, makes it hard to sympathize

Hardened,

Individuals whose feelings is miniscule soon become criminals

if you dark-skinned

And you was raised in a project apartment

Public Aid made it that your father couldn't stay

He had to part then,

left with only a mother the family structure suffers

He will soon cling to hustlers, as his guardians

-Lupe Fiasco

The best oh yes I guess suggest the rest should fess

Don’t mess or test your highness

Unless you just address with best finesse

And bless the paragraph I manifest

-Big Daddy Kane

I met a hermit named Kermit McDermott

with a learner's permit, curb swervin in a purple Suburban Slurpin an orange sherbert Eatin a turnip with the words "Dirty Dirty" written in cursive on his Burberry turban

-Lyrics Born

the grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother

-Dylan Thomas

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

-Edgar Allan Poe