Some Frost with some Larkin

[Achebe]

Though I like Larkin, I believe that the best rhyming poetry in English comes from an era when spelling was more fluid and if you fell short of a rhyme, you just invented the word or repeated it:

but if in liuing colour and right hue
your self you couet to see pictured
who can do it rightly or more true
than that sweet verse with nectar sprinkled
in which a gracious servant pictured
his Cynthia, his heauen's fairest light?
that with his melting sweetness rauished
and with the wonder of her beams bright
my senses are lulled in slomber of delight...


Or, you could just write in a different language, where you could rely on conjugation to do the trick:

Quando leggemmo il disïato riso
esser basciato da cotanto amante,
questi, che mai da me non fia diviso,

la bocca mi basciò tutto tremante.