wFraser Allonby Q.C.w
replying on aggression by ThePariahDog
3 Feb 2004, 6:25 AM
Words and phrases that rhyme with divan: (351 results)
1 syllable:
ahn, an, ann, anne, bahn, ban, banh, bann, blan, blann, bran, brann, caen, cahn, can, cann, cannes, chan, clan, dahn, dan, dann, duan, fan, fann, flan, flann, fran, gahn, gan, gann, glahn, gnann, grahn, gran, han, hann, jaan, jahn, jan, jan., jann, kan, kann, kanne, klahn, klan, klann, krahn, lahn, lan, lann, mahn, man, mann, manne, nan, pan, phan, plan, pran, rahn, ran, ranh, rann, san, scan, shan, span, spann, stan, stann, tan, tann, than, thanh, tran, van, vann, whan, yahn, yan, zahn
2 syllables:
beagan, beaudin, beavan, beef man, beer can, began, best man, bhutan, black man, blind man, boivin, bouman, bourquin, bousman, boutin, cave man, cezanne, chapin, chauvin, cheyenne, con man, couchman, cow man, cruzan, cspan, cyan, deignan, diahann, diane, dianne, doran, drip pan, duignan, dupin, duran, dyan, dyane, end man, ent man, fayanne, floor plan, for an, front man, game plan, gaudin, gaulin, gauvain, gauvin, gayman, gay man, georgann, geurin, ground plan, harpin, hit man, iran, japan, joann, joanne, jourdan, lapan, lappin, lausanne, leann, less than, liane, lianne, louanne, loudin, lyanne, macmahon, mactan, maupin, mcan, mccahan, mccan, mccann, mcfann, mcgann, mchan, mcmann, mcshan, milk can, moisan, moran, more than, moulin, old man, outman, pecan, point man, poor man, poulin, quillman, quite an, rattan, red man, rich man, rodin, rosanne, roseanne, roussin, roxanne, ruthann, san-fran, saran, sea fan, sedan, spokane, sports fan, spray can, straight man, straw man, stunt man, sudan, susann, susanne, suzanne, tien shan, time plan, tin can, toussaint, trash can, vantran, voisin, wenfan, white man, wild man, wise man, young man, you can
3 syllables:
age of man, ariane, attic fan, backup man, battle plan, better than, black and tan, career man, carryanne, chinese shan, city man, coffee can, college man, common man, conjure man, corner man, deguzman, divorced man, dripping pan, exhaust fan, fall of man, fancy man, feral man, french sudan, frying pan, garbage can, garbage man, genus pan, gloriane, harmattan, hatchet man, hired man, holdup man, holy man, intertan, isle of man, java man, jean chauvin, kazakhstan, kellyanne, ku klux klan, ladies' man, leading man, liliane, lookout man, luggage van, many an, marianne, married man, maryann, maryanne, master plan, mcmahon, minivan, modern man, mountain man, moving van, muffin man, navy man, other than, outdoor man, overran, party man, peking man, pension plan, peter pan, piltdown man, pivot man, police van, preacher man, railroad man, railway man, raisin bran, rewrite man, secret plan, section man, soda can, soloman, solo man, sporting man, stewing pan, travel plan, warming pan, wealthy man, working man, yellow man
Superb the last verse serves as a prescient warning to those who sculpt and grow beards.
Love it when somebody else like me tries to embrace the mysteries of being!
"divan IS a rather difficult word to rhyme" - no, 'rather' is a rather difficult word to rhyme, going only with blather, gather, lather, Willa Cather, and slather. Difficult, ironically, is even more difficult. You could possibly rhyme it with 'terrific cult' or 'horrific dolt' - but you'd likely be called pretentious and stubborn by most of your peers.
<<<WARNING: long-winded miniscule grammar critique. All except blindpoetry should probably stop reading here.>>>
Okay... here we go:
(1) There should be punctuation between lines 1 and 2 (and so on). Line-ends are not periods.
(2) 'your' in line 2 should be you're, as in you are.
(3) Your maid (note possessive pronoun your) is a guy??? For poetry's sake, please make don't call him a maid. Or don't call a maid a he. I don't care if it is sexist.
(4) *What do these asterices mean?*
(5) Breathe is a verb. It rhymes with seethe. Breath is a noun.
(6) 'thats' should be 'that's', as in 'that is'.
(7) "It got numb from your coldness" is a ridiculous way of talking. It's like 'I got scared by your scariness.'
(8) Who's (note contraction) saying "Why are you like this?" Is that really how people ask if you're (contraction again) ok?
(9) *yells - why an asterix?
(10) "I get up, to my feet" - no comma.
(11) Who are you calling "Dear"? What is this even about?
(12) We capitalize I.
(13) Of all the things in this poem that don't make sense, "I'll just *yells: go outside and save myself*" makes the least sense. But I reiterate that there are a bunch of other things in this poem that don't make sense.
If you plan on saying that poetry is about feelings and not grammar, please take the exact opposite of what -=Dark_Angel=- said above as the opinion of myself and almost anyone else on the site and then go read the comments at the bottom of http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.j sp?id=79015. Thank you for asking so nicely. I hope I've been some help.
Wow... A 0?
Please post what I did wrong, or what I need to work on. please? thanks.
divan IS a rather difficult word to rhyme
For being the second person ever (after me) to rhyme divan, but still not editing this poem in any meaningful way except to erase votes: -1-
Smack! Smack! Smack!...Head hitting desk... Smack! Smack, why did I write something so infernal and horrific! Well congrats on finding it fortune cookie and now to hid it again.
Speaking of Tales from the Outhouse, here is a horrifying one.
1900 hrs: I drained and consumed an entire diplomatic pouch of Sainsbury's Mozzarella Cheese.
2000 hrs: I began breaking wind.
2030 hrs: I noticed that the wind was significantly more foul than a normal farte, and that I was accumulating a full gas chamber at least every ten minutes.
2130 hrs: I realised that I had never before released such an inconceivably disgusting and protracted series of nauseous, sweaty, cheesy fartes in my entire life. If anyone else had been trapped in the room with me, they would have been pounding on the door and crying and pleading to be let out. I opened my window as far as it would go, to not much effect.
2200 hrs: The Browne Winds continued to blow ever more fiercely. I realised I was almost certainly permanently staining my jodhpurs, and quickly stripped to long-johns and cummerbund. The side effect was that each increasingly sickening fart was released instantly into the atmosphere instead of being caught in the ventilation chamber of my jodhpurs, and I was therefore assaulted tenfold by the awesome concentrated force of each new breaking.
2300 hrs: The length, frequency and punguency of the emissions continued to sail from strength to strength, with no end in sight. Despite my inbuilt resistance to the smell of my own gas, the stench had become quite unbearable, and my eyes were watering. I retired to the bathroom where there was a ventilation fan and hoped for respite.
2315: Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect. As anyone familiar with Boyle's law knows, the size of the room in which one fartes is inversely proportional to the mind-blowing intensity of the rectal outburst when it happens. With the pressure in my abdomen suddenly growing, I had no choice but to hold on to the towel rail, steel myself and to Jesu pray, though well I knew that He was why the Browne Winds blew.
23:20: Armageddon.
23:30: I stagger back to my desk, a broken, reamed husk of a man. Whether I will ever recover physically or morally is unknowable. My poor brave jodhpurs, upon inspection, have a colossal browne crater in the gusset; they will have to be put to sleep. The lingering stench of immoderation continues to taunt me from all corners of the room. The one thing I have to be grateful for is that I myself seem to have ridden out the storm.
But -- but what's this? My bowels seem to be filling at an unthinkable rate! Good God, what if this were to escape? No -- no -- for the love of mankind, I must hold it in! I -- I can do it. I can hold i
you are a deeply sadistic bastard. And you keep destroying my keyboards.
thank you.
it means i like you're poem because it comes from the heart and thats what matters in poetry its all about emotions dont listen to guys here they dont kno what poetry is about its about feelings and if you write about your feelings thats all you can do and thats all you need to do as long as it comes from the heart
Mind me, but I am only but a 13 year old... i do not have a big vocabulary like you guys...
What does that exactly mean?
A colossal booby of indignity.
I'm British, and therefore i naturally know what jodhpurs are, in fact i wear them frequently whilst shooting foxes etc... 10... (Toots on horn)... ;)
you need to read up on verb/subject agreement
and your sisters aren't things in your life
they are people in your life
I'll thank you, CLS/lydia, to not multiple vote me. I feel dirty now and overdue for as compulsive scouring.
You do use different identities, though. The sci-fi story that didn't work out is that since everyone could change faces every few days, there was no accountability for anything. In the story this anonymous man-on-the-town meets a great woman and seduces her, only to discover that she's his wife. It comes, I think, from the rather mundane possibility of someone having an internet affair with his spouse unknowingly. But I think it works just as well for poemranker. What do you think?