"Still Life with Oranges" by Raphaelle PealeWhat Rhymes with Orange? Poetry Challenge The Society August 11, 2021 Humor, Poetry, Poetry Contests 84 Comments . Write a poem rhyming the word “orange” with something else. Post it in the comments below. This challenge comes from Cheryl Corey, who provided the below poem as inspiration: . Nothing Rhymes With Orange Why, oh why, does nothing rhyme with orange?But if I say it en franҫais—“l’orange,”Aha! I get a woman’s name—“Solange!” but back to orange … Maybe I can fudge it? For example:By candlelight her face was even more angelic;The Rolling Stones once wrote a song for Angie;The tourist’s choice: Rhône valley or Anjou. I rack my brain and these are but a sample,The options being few and hardly ample,Which leads me where? Where else, but back to orange. . . NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. 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Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 84 Responses Troy Camplin August 11, 2021 Mating Ritual The sun shined slivers from its gold-orange Sphere, breaking through the trees as to avenge The makers of Stonehenge, tied to the sun And sun-made oaks, in cloaks that hands had spun, Ensuring purity with their pure hands, Hands pure from human blood as the demands Of deity are met, to find the one That does not rhyme a match — or is there none? — A match that doesn’t match and therefore makes A more engaging mate, until it takes Its final line of light below the lip Of land and light releases its last grip. Reply Cheryl Corey August 11, 2021 Thank you for your contribution, Troy. Reply Peter Hartley August 11, 2021 Good old King William of Orange Said “All of my subjects are foreignj- Ust ‘cos I’m Dutch, They don’t like me much, So I think I’ll head back to Orange.” Reply Cheryl Corey August 11, 2021 Interesting take, and I like the way your play on “back to Orange”. Reply David Paul Behrens August 11, 2021 As I walked to the yard to pick an orange, I tore my new pants upon the door hinge. Reply Cheryl Corey August 11, 2021 Short and sweet. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 11, 2021 Nothing Rhymes with ORANGE!! I’m foraging for words that rhyme with orange. No poet worth a verse could fail to meet A challenge that would make the lesser scribe cringe – Unhinge and singe a mind not used to heat. I’ve sucked a lozenge as I’ve scaled The Blorenge, Impinging on the fringe of nature’s worth For inspiration; all I found was ‘sporange’ – a nerdy term for fern – a wordsmith’s curse! I scavenge for a stringent orange melange And I won’t wail or whinge although I burst For more than mere obstringe, syringe, or door hinge – Cringeworthy words that fail to slake my thirst. I won’t settle for a mangy tangerine When a juicy orange stanza is my dream. NB The Blorenge – a mountain in Monmouthshire, S E Wales sporange – a botanical term for part of a fern or whinge – mispronunciation of orange 😉 Reply Cheryl Corey August 11, 2021 Susan, yours may be the closest yet. Do “Blorenge” and “sporange”, when pronounced, qualify as exact rhymes? I found it maddening to come up with the words which, when elided, would sound even close to orange. So many highly-skilled poets visit this site. I knew that I would be out-done! P.S. I love your ending couplet. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 14, 2021 Thank you, Cheryl. What a great challenge with a great inspirational poem to spur us poets on. I love all the responses. I think ‘Blorenge’ and ‘sporange’ qualify as exact rhymes. The tough task was fitting them into a poem that made some sort of sense… I don’t think I’ve quite succeeded, but I had a lot of fun trying. Thanks again! C.B. Anderson August 14, 2021 But, Susan, isn’t the botanical term actually “sporangium?” Brian Yapko August 11, 2021 In cockney if ‘arry says “apples and pears” ‘E’s really describing a walk down the stairs. If I ‘aggle a bit with me “trouble and strife” I’m really addressing my dear ‘appy wife” So now will you join me for gin and an orange? Oh, blimey, I’ve broken the lock and the door ‘inge! Reply Cheryl Corey August 11, 2021 Really well done, Brian, especially if you read it aloud and try to get into a cockney groove. Clever that you thought to rhyme orange with “door ‘inge”. Reply D.G. Rowe August 11, 2021 This is wicked good! Well done, lad. Reply Jeff Eardley August 12, 2021 Brian, I couldn’t Adam and Eve that you could write in cockney. I am just waiting for my trouble and strife to sort her Barnet Fair before nipping down to the Indian for a Ruby Murray. Brilliant verse. Reply Brian Yapko August 12, 2021 I only know a couple of cockney phrases so I actually had to go to google to translate your incomprehensibly fun comment. I hope your Ruby Murray was delicious. Shabba ranks, Jeff! Mike Bryant August 12, 2021 Two Ronnies Cockney List Order four candles Seven fork ‘andles Twenty door ‘inges Forty oranges… Thanks Brian! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 14, 2021 Brian, how innovative and hilarious… if only I’d have thought of the cockney path to orange success! My dad’s a cockney and I’ve learned a lot of cockney rhyming slang. Cockneys always drop their aitches. My rather posh mother reprimanded my dad for that ‘orrible ‘abit, so he decided to add inappropriate Haitches. I roared with laughter at his Helephants, Happles, and Hanything Helse Hamusing ‘eaded my way. Reply Brian Yapko August 14, 2021 Thank you, Susan. That’s a fantastic family story! Might there be a humorous poem lurking in there…? You could have a lot of fun writing it! jd August 31, 2021 The winner so far, IMHO. Reply Julian D. Woodruff August 11, 2021 Said the proud orange to the kiwi, “What a shrimp!” But the grapefruit sneered. She Then declared to the orange, “You’ll notice my four inch- Es bests your pedestrian three.” (Apologies to the little kiwi for improper accentuation.) Reply Jarek Zawadzki August 11, 2021 A nice little fellow Once threw me an orange Plump, tasty and mellow… But out of my jaw range. Reply jd August 31, 2021 Clever and resourceful. Reply Joseph S. Salemi August 11, 2021 The French seized the Saar (1920) Because it had coal mines a-plenty. The tale has this little addendum: The Krauts, in a huge referendum, Got it back, but when Hitler was beaten, The French (at a big post-war meetin’) Took it over once more for ten years Until they were paid their arrears. Then back to the Germans the place went And French underwent an effacement. All of these doings were legal — The Saar’s under Germany’s eagle. It’s tougher than rhyming with orange — All of this intricate Saar-change. Reply Paul Freeman August 11, 2021 I was once asked to rhyme the word ‘orange’, Believe it or not, with ‘something else’. Thank you. Reply John Detwiler August 14, 2021 Genius. Reply Paul Freeman August 11, 2021 When you have a sore throat, it’s best to give all kinds of Strepsils a test; and I find the lozenge that’s flavoured with orange tastes better than all of the rest. Reply Joe Tessitore August 11, 2021 Orange trees “Are inj”ured by freeze. Reply Toshiji Kawagoe August 11, 2021 He once belonged to a lunatic fringe who stood against to the plutocracy also detested of hypocrisy spit vexingly the pips of an orange. But his reckless act made his wings to singe. Now he in silence lives out his last days in the hospital and blankly does gaze at a needle attached to a syringe. Reply David Watt August 12, 2021 The Desserting Captain The captain of the Gettysburg, Gorringe, Was partial to a jelly-like blancmange Partaken lazing on his prized chaise longue, Upholstered in a safety vest orange. Reply Jeff Eardley August 12, 2021 David…brilliant! Reply Jeff Eardley August 12, 2021 A crafty Orangutan sat up a tree, And thought, “ I could add an additional ‘e’ To make my name longer, so happy I’d be, “Orangeutan’ sounds very French, you’ll agree. So pleased with himself, As he chomped a blood orange, Then he sat on some embers, Which made his poor arse singe. Reply Camilla Marx August 12, 2021 Antique kitchenware Without a manual, I seem Quite lost midst pewter’s aging gleam And copper’s fire, and earthen’s dusty-orange. Do platters… platt? Seems causable… A pitcher’s pitch sounds plausible…. But I’ll consign to history how to porringe. Reply Kathy Bahr August 12, 2021 witty Reply Sally Cook August 12, 2021 When juicing, Angelo, I think It’s best to do it in the sink Because it isn’t likely that You can escape without a splat From any plump and beauteous orange That you have sliced in quarters, Ange. Reply Mia September 11, 2021 Lovely! exquisitely understated. Takes time to appreciate it! Reply Tonia Kalouria August 12, 2021 Orange, smorange — no problema! Nash confessed with wink of eye. Why, anything can rhyme with something When one’s diligent . . . and wry! Reply Camilla Marx August 12, 2021 This is hilariously clever! Reply Sandi Christie August 12, 2021 He bought it from his friend Pedro, Assured that God he soon would know. An open channel in his mind, His inner vision realigned. Into the bong, he placed the ganj— Then polished off my duck a l’orange. Reply Roy E. Peterson August 12, 2021 SOME WORDS REFUSE TO RHYME By Roy E. Peterson (April 13, 2018) I know some words refuse to rhyme I run across them all the time. Try to rhyme a word like “purple.” Ned Miller made it “maple surple.” We all know orange won’t rhyme in English. I guess it makes the word distinguished. One word only rhymes with “orange,” An alternate form that is called “sporange.” Now try to use that in a verse. The poem would go from bad to worse. A “sporange” is a piece of fern. Something that I can’t unlearn. The closest word to rhyme with “poem” Is from the Bible. It’s “Jeroboam.” Some words are close like “home,” or “roam,” And I could use a trick like “hoe ’em.” “Bulb” won’t rhyme with anything. No matter what they do in spring. Nothing rhymes with “silver” either. Now I am a true believer. I use “Angel” all the time, But not at the end to rhyme. There is no rhyme for “Angel,” so I have to change poetic flow. A few more with no rhymes observed, Are “month” and then three spatial words. “Width,” “breadth,” and “depth” don’t match, With words from any other batch. Poets have to take some time To find words that really rhyme. Next time I think we’ll discuss The coining of “Snuffleupagus.” Reply James A. Tweedie August 13, 2021 Roy, you could have titled your poem, “Mission Impossible!” Well done. I liked it. Reply Roy E. Peterson August 13, 2021 Excellent thought about the title and thank you for your kind words. Cheryl Corey August 13, 2021 Thanks for this earlier piece, bringing attention to other words that are difficult to rhyme. Food for thought. Reply Kathy Bahr August 12, 2021 Sunday October 31, 2021 Orange hallow’s day Where it leads Hollow, the pumpkin’s head. October’s bugging, staying out. Oh, no goulash. Around October’s dead. It’s the spookiest Halloween. Reply Kathy Bahr August 13, 2021 Sunday October 31, 2021 Orange hallow’s Eve Where it leads Hollow, the pumpkin’s head. October’s bugging, staying out. Oh, no goulash. Around October’s dead. It’s the spookiest Halloween. Reply James A. Tweedie August 13, 2021 A rhyme for orange? I can do it! Tapped an address on my cell phone, Looked the answer up on “Rhyme Zone,” Found that you’d all beat me to it! Reply Paul Freeman August 13, 2021 Here is no Rhyme Zoning binge. I looked up ‘orange’ in my undersized brain and located a ‘lozenge’ betwixt and betwain ‘cringe’, ‘singe’ and ‘tinge’. Reply Cheryl Corey August 13, 2021 Love “betwixt and betwain”! The responses to this challenge are certainly impressive. Paul Freeman August 13, 2021 Of course we all know the old joke: A: What rhymes with Orange? B: No, it doesn’t! Reply John Plowright August 13, 2021 Scientists at the cutting edge Say we should eat more fruit and veg But my fear of one citrus fruit Has clinically been judged acute I know I should not flinch or cringe But I’ve no choice with an orange Reply Sondra Rosenberg August 13, 2021 There are at least three more words which don’t really rhyme in English–silver, month, and purple. I’ve incorporated all of them in the following poem: A MOTHER OF A TEENAGE DAUGHTER LAMENTS She’s turning my hair all silver, That daughter I’d like to kill, Ver- Onica. Asked for an orange, She returned with a car hinge, Lisping, “I’m not really a dunth– It’s jutht my time of the month.” Next, I swear, that little twerp’ll Want to have her hair dyed purple. Reply Cheryl Corey August 13, 2021 Now that’s a feat! Reply Stuart Silverman August 14, 2021 And that’s that, a quartet of rhyming songwords closing down competition. What a performance! Reply Caroline Whyman September 1, 2021 What a nutty narrative – I’m tickled by your pejorative! Reply Stuart Jay Silverman August 14, 2021 A SOGGY LAMENT Eugene O’Neil, got drunk, and found his face In the mirror morphing pink to orange. Asked to leave, he shouted, “It’s a disgrace! “Why me? Just me? Not a vote to bar Inge!” Reply Kathy Bahr August 15, 2021 The bit to the end. Reply Lucia Haase August 15, 2021 Angie’s Muse One evening on the porch, her friends all said “Write more, Ang”, inspired by the torch of sunset’s rustic orange. (Stretching it a bit…’Ang’ is short for Angie.) Reply Lucia Haase August 15, 2021 Rewrite with different punctuation… Angie’s Muse One evening on the porch, her friends all said “Write more, Ang, inspired by the torch of sunset’s rustic orange.” Reply Kathy Bahr August 15, 2021 Enjoyed and thank you for sharing. John Plowright August 15, 2021 The poet gave a loud harrumph When tasked to rhyme a word with month And when he found he had to pilfer Some loose-change word to rhyme with silver His mood grew darker still. But when he found he must interpol ate enjambment to accommod ate a word to rhyme with purple It got under his skin worse than any syringe Or being told there was no word That he could rhyme with orange Reply Luca D'Anselmi August 15, 2021 I found a magic ring that makes up words. It’s multicolored: red and green and orange. I picked it up and mustered all my corange and slipped it on. How strange. I had a birds- eye view of all our English words. Two-thirds were uninvented still, and I was soarange over streams of etymologies still pourange into seas of future meanings, wild herds of colorful profanities like whorange, strange cities where New Englishish is spoken, and universities where wokes speak Woken and dye their hair in glorange and in blorange, which scientists illegally will clorange in labs someday from red, green, and orange. Reply Evan Mantyk August 16, 2021 Well done, Mr. D’Anselmi, I think this is the right direction to go with this challenge. See my contribution below. Reply Jack DesBois August 15, 2021 I could dot for de life of be dink up a rhybe for orange, Until I caught a cold — and, see, De rhybe is id by porringe! (What’s bore, dis cold is sparing be de taste of orange porringe.) Reply James Ph. Kotsybar August 16, 2021 Now do “Silver!” Reply Evan Mantyk August 16, 2021 An Encounter with the Rhymes-with-Oranges of Dr. Seuss Land by Evan Mantyk One day while crossing Dr. Seuss Land, I ran into a quite obtuse band Of locals who were all one clan, Who had what seemed an orange tan And all were surnamed Rhymes-with-Orange: The dad was Dorange Rhymes-with-Orange, The mom was Morange Rhymes-with-Orange, The sister Sorange Rhymes-with-Orange, The brother Brorange Rhymes-with-Orange. Their favorite food? You guessed it—an orange! The women wore orange hair buns, The men had orange juice in their squirt guns, And when they talked they had an accent; At first, I didn’t know what they meant. When Dorange meant “Go sweep the floor” Instead he’d say “Go sweep the florange,” When Sorange meant “The time is four,” Instead she’d say “The time is fourange,” When Brorange meant “The rain will pour” Instead he’d say “The rain will pourange,” When Morange meant “Please close the door” Instead she’d say “Please close the dorange,” And Dorange would joke “No don’t close me.” Then all would laugh quite happily. But when their laughing all died down, They all were wearing one large frown. As they explained, “We were convicted And are from Seuss Land now evicted. Someone said we’re too offensive And toward our clan they’re reprehensive. As if we’re made to hurt some feelings Or failed in some strange racial healings! They say we look like Puerto Ricans— Or did they say like Costa Ricans? Or maybe it was like Brazilians— No, no, I think it was Sicilians!” At any rate, they now faced exile, Were clapped in irons and marched in file, And this is why we can’t rhyme orange: Because they exiled each Rhymes-with-Orange. Reply Mia August 19, 2021 Enjoyed reading this, found myself smiling at the tanned Rhymes-with -Orange clan! Very clever and great sense of humour. Reply jd August 31, 2021 This must have extracted quite an effort. I have no doubt Dr. Seuss would have loved it. Reply Daniel Kemper August 17, 2021 The Golden Gate, a masterpiece for engineers isn’t really gold; it’s orange veneers approximate a sunset in a slanted way and yet there’s something just below cliche — the great idea — before it ends in sky provoked inspired or engendered by the leonine fog, that never grows old that leaves a tacky orange rendered gold. To make it rhyme, see what’s not there. Combine it with something. Internal rhyme: 1. slant: for engineers/orange veneers 2. [or eng]endered / [orange] rendered. If one drawls “inspired” out to in-spi-erd, then the “or” can be a stressed syllable. Technically still not perfect, though, because I think a linguist would tell me it’s “en-gendered” and not “eng-endered”. Reply Kathy Bahr August 17, 2021 you’ve sharpen your course. Reply Mia August 19, 2021 “What does it matter,” cried orange turning blue, “Why are the great and the good in cahoots and having fun at my expense Competing whilst repeating and lamenting That the word orange does not have any rhyming counter parts” “You know sirs,’ continued orange with aplomb, “Just remember I have segments for refreshment, And in times gone by an orange was a treat Afforded only by the rich So for a fruit I am quite unique, quite unsurpassed in vitamin c, So lack of rhyme you must forgive’ – “My dear cousin just hold on,” said lemon quite forlorn, As he longed for that zest in life of being discussed at poetry soirees; Instead he always got that – if life gives you lemons rubbish- When in truth you should be so lucky. Intent on redeeming his maligned reputation, lemon cried, ” I the lemon, have all the qualities you mention, I have Vitamin c in droves and a piquancy only appreciated by Discerning gourmets not to mention orangeade is not a shade on lemonade. And furthermore lemon rhymes with melon, felon and er well , well on. ” “Oh we know all about citrus fruit,” piped apple , ” It is well known that there is more peel than flesh, No ifs or buts about it, apples are the king of fruits And rhyme with crumble, mumble , tumble , fumble and Er lots more to boot.” Banana on hearing the word peel, was quite enraged And cried out,” What a palaver, I think you will find that Most people prefer banana, After all who’s ever heard of orange porridge And as for lemon you’re only good for lemon tarts And apple you are just talking boring crumble I think you will find that banana is the piranha full of mañana.” “I beg to disagree cried orange, let me finish, what a shame, What a fruit salad you all make, trying to rob me of my fame, What a din, must I remind you that orange best rhymes with gin..and tonic!” Reply Evan Mantyk August 20, 2021 “Zest in life” well said Mia! Reply Mia August 23, 2021 Thank you And thank you to everyone here for all the inspirational poems. Mia August 19, 2021 Once I met a stranger Dressed in black and orange Turns out he was a ranger Who came to town to forage He asked me for a golden ring And took my horse to boot, And as he left I heard him sing They call me Robin Orange And I haven’t seen a town So meek and mild As this here mount of Blorenge Reply Mia August 25, 2021 A few changes. Better or worse? Once I met a stranger, Dressed in black and orange, Turns out he was a ranger Who came to town to forage. He asked me for my golden ring And took my wife as hostage And as he rode my horse I heard him sing, ‘Tis best to do him homage For they called him Robin Orange! Then after I shot him down I wept For now our town so meek a mild Is known as the Mount of Blorenge. Reply Mia August 20, 2021 This is more about how many times you can use the word orange rather than orange rhyming with something. A Requiem to Orangium Orange was quite fashionable in the eighties, I remember orange velvet curtains and orange kaftans, Orange sunsets and orange dinnerware; We were told that ‘The future was bright and the future was orange’ We just had to seize the day, But alas it turned out to be a lie For the future is bleak and the future is tinged with grey Smeared with the sludge of plague. Now I think three is enough. I am going to shut the doorange on it now. But please don’t ask me to promise… Reply Dr. Rubeena Anjum August 23, 2021 on the mount Blorenge ferns that grow are named, Sporange dusk there, shades orange Reply Kehinde Margret Makinde August 24, 2021 For a change I went to the Blorenge In Ardha Padmansana with the grunge My first out of body experience was lunge As my soul and its passion Singe While my mind a celestial sponge I met talking borage And had courage however derange I and that world became a plunge I kept this is my vessel’s storage. Reply Sarah Hills August 26, 2021 ORANGE The problem, it seems, is that there’s hardly a word That isn’t plain wrong or extremely absurd That rhymes with that fruit, with its name and its hue It’s easy to rhyme with red, pink, green and blue But what about orange, yes, orange I ask For me this has been an impossible task Porridge and Borage and lozenge aren’t right And for weeks now I’ve tried with all of my might But nothing is coming that isn’t absurd I really just think that there isn’t a word Reply Dr. Rubeena Anjum August 27, 2021 in this basket are oranges the one for my dad is Dorange for my mom is Morange for my sister is Soorange for my brother is Borange for my grandpa is Goorange for my grandma is Joorange for my friend is Foorange and one left for me is Zorange Reply Robert James Liguori August 27, 2021 When I say ‘orange’ Please think red! See if you can get this, In your head. “It’s so simple.” That’s what I said… “A trip to the store, For an apple so orange!” Reply Robert Liguori August 28, 2021 Doesn’t rhyme but you inspired me nonetheless… Chariot’s Pumpkins Chariot is a delightful dragon, She sits upon a healthy pumpkin patch. She gifts them out to friends by wagon, But sometimes puzzled by when eggs will hatch. You see her nested eggs are orange too, And they are mixed in with rows of pumpkins. So sometime when she loads the wagon a few… Of her children head to the town of Thumbkin! The mayor did decree that all children meld, And from this end marriages did occur. And all prejudices so promptly fell, Upon times, Chariot would speak her word… “Pumpkins and children are one and the same, ‘Natures true beauty’, the name of the game!” Reply Stephen Kingsnorth September 1, 2021 The Compleat Angler Eyes peeled for wary muskellunge, a gentle bowl of fruitless bait, that still-life time framed by The Lake. Sent pithy comments from the bank, as I missed lunge, my skewer pike, cling sodden cloth within my boots, a sponge for wringing, plunge where sank. Too sinking feeling, close of day, glow fire ball in satsuma sky, ceramic pillar, water course, scroll down, dying, blood-red, orange. Reply Daniel Galef September 8, 2021 This was published some years ago in Light: I loose the bolt, and ope the door hinge Looking for a rhyme for “Orange.” I’ll hunt until at last I score, in j- Ust the place, a rhyme for “Orange.” ’Til then I’ll, like a carnivore, ing- Est the fruit of no more Orange. If I start now, in April, or in J- Une, will I have rhymed the Orange? It’s rarer than the Koh-i-Noor in J- Ahan’s Court, this rhyme for “Orange.” Could it be there are no more? (In j- Est I ask. A twin for “Orange” Shall be found. Yes, rhymes galore in j- Okebooks lurk to pair with “Orange.”) I’ll find the oath that Brutus swore in J- Ulius Caesar, ere rhyme “Orange,” Find Poe’s Lost Lenore before ing- Eniously I rhyme with “Orange!” I’ve pried apart each flower’s sporange— Still I seek the rhyme for Orange. From the Obelisk of Gorringe To the purple peaks of Blorenge, Everest, McKinley, or Rinj- Ani, I will rhyme the Orange! But, ’til then, I won’t rest, nor enj- Oy a tasty, un-rhymed Orange. Wedging more and ever more enj- Ambment, just to rhyme with “Orange.” Reply Mia September 11, 2021 May I post a haiku? sorry it does not rhyme! the sky glows orange over a mellow orchard -windfalls of sunshine Reply Mia September 17, 2021 Not sure about the third line perhaps this is better The sky glows orange Over a golden harvest -the taste of warm bread Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. 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