Best Rhyme Schemes Poems
At times I've filled in a 200 page pad in a day
Yet I still had more to say
I've always liked rhyming I just find it fun
My mind is always thinking so there isn't a time when my rhymes are done
Even when I'm writing simple rhymes
You'd lose your mind by some of the things my pencil finds
I like being lyrical so sometimes I'm Bending words
I won't always rhyme with the ending word
You couldn't keep count of the pieces of paper that my pen gets through
I make a beautiful story out of the ugliness that men step through
Sometimes I like to switch it up and use rhymes that are multi syllable
I've still not yet gone fully lyrical
I grew up listening to the thoughts of Nas and the rhymes of Rakim
So you can't compete with the lines I'm jotting
Blasting Wu Tang and Big Pun to sound out the screams and sadness
Constantly trying to come up with new ideas, rhyme schemes and patterns
Loving Hip-Hop got me to start writing double rhymes
I picked up a pen and rhyming saved my troubled mind
I've always liked rhyming I just find it fun
Time to start my next poem so my rhymes aren't done
My sonnet has the temper of a screaming child
because I'll not allow it to run free and wild
Mired on a pad, it damns me. "I want to fly free!"
"You're not ready," I whisper. "Put your trust in me."
It cried, trying to hold on to its pregnant dreams
blaming me for aborting expressive rhyme schemes
"Ask your muse to find more decorous selections."
On her advice, I began to make corrections.
I purged all the rhetoric and made a new start
resulting in the birth of a sonnet with heart
I danced for freedom I'd granted to my verses
No longer do I hear the yowling of curses
I will continue to write with a pliant quill
and an open mind with the ink I choose to spill
Is science an everchanging paradigm
akin to poetry’s everchanging rhyme
interpreted by those who never write
yet keep a dark thesaurus out of sight
and so when I place paper beneath pen
I seldom rate the outcome “lose or win”.
One breakthrough gave the surgeons laughing fits
when told, “between your cutting - wash your mitts”
as poets play the game of “almost rhymes”
comparing it to misdemeanor crimes
not punishable with a failing grade
a shallow grave filled in without a spade.
As poets who doctor soul with wit
ramble on and don’t know when to quit
science will not learn the lessons taught
folded within the dust of crumpled thought.
John G. Lawless
8/13/2021
Triolet has refrains
The first two lines ring out
They bring it back again,
There are rhyme schemes that flow,
This is a French verse form
That threads the lines with grace
Then ends as it began
1-17-2022
Example For My Contest
A very famous champion,
an inspiring enthusiastic man was he
Who has now departed , yet is quoted,
for many pearls of wisdom
Vociferous king ,
of the boxing ring
A sports star
And such a sport too.
A motivating peace star who shot up to deserved stardom
The earth be proud of such mortal "clay"
Who swayed and reigned hearts,
as well as the pugilist's kingdom
Notes: about the boxing Great:
These below are the selected facts about Muhammad Ali that I personally found very interesting:
First of all that he had the same birthday as my beloved bro Alihur i.e 17th Jan,
The info below is copied from Wikipedia:
Muhammed Ali Clay
Other names
The Greatest
The People's champion
The Louisville lip
Children9, including Laila Ali2]
Awards
5 time Ring magazine fighter of the year3-time lineal heavyweight championSports Illustrated 'Sportsman of the Century'BBC 'Sports Personality of the Century'CSHL Double Helix Medal Honoree (2006)Presidential Citizens MedalPresidential Medal of Freedom[4]International Boxing Hall of Fame[5]Hollywood Walk of Fame[6]
Cassius Clay was born and raised inLouisville, Kentucky, and began training as anamateur boxer when he was 12 years old. At 18, he won a gold medal in the light heavyweight division at the 1960 Summer Olympics in Rome, and converted to Islam shortly afterwards. At 22, he won the WBAand WBC heavyweight titles from Sonny Liston in 1964. Clay then changed his legal name from Cassius Clay, which he called his "slave name", to Muhammad Ali, and gave a message of racial pride for African Americans and resistance to white domination during the 1960s Civil Rights Movement.[12][13]
He was known to for freestyled with rhyme schemes and spoken word poetry, boxing and as political poetry for his activism,
PETUNIA IN AN ONION PATCH
You’re always talking incessantly about beauty
Or whinging about life’s sadness and duty!
Just cant stand you people called poets
I’d sooner listen to my horse chomping oats
And your so-called rhyme schemes are a joke
As if the writer was just out of coke -
A bit like Coleridge writing Kubla Khan -
Now there was a high-flying man!
Your poems oughta stay on the off-ramp wall
And never grace the written page at all
But now and again a real versifier comes along
Not simply capable of penning words for a song;
She has wisdom and laughter in each line
And the taste of her rhyme is fine wine,
One moment raising my spirit in cheers
Then swaying my soul, and pouring out tears.
Her subtle profusion of tenderness coy
And her child-like wild soul’s unending joy,
Are my inspiration to go on and write
Another admiring poetic effort tonight.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written for and entered in
Vienna Bombardieri’s Contest Let me have it then kiss my petunia
There was this pristine poetess
who signed off: " Light and Love."
with the rocket plunge of osprey
and the soft cadence of a dove.
She grips each adverb tightly
measures out the slightest verb.
" You really need to think this out."
" Oh, You must be from the 'burb."
She rails at broken rhyme schemes.
She despises gauche haiku.
She does all this defending ART:
that excludes this one by you.
She is up and down each contest.
" They don't appreciate my style!"
Such is the life of a feisty Muse.
as she leaves you with a smile.
Now she's working out another,
yet before she says: " Goodbye!"
" I think that last line's off a bit"
" and now let me tell you why!"
I went to the source, as it were. I imagine sulfur in my Soup Mail tonight...
Flame of our passionate love,
Irresistible quenchless heat,
Rapture so divinely sweet,
Eternally we would pair like a dove.
And then in Nature's blissful aura,
Gently glide along the leaf-shrone
Path, shady trees that line with glamor;
Breezes passing, trembling leaves beyond.
How adorable to set flame in such a fashion,
Whispering nothings in each others ear;
A firey heat-wave like a furnace bears!
Wallowing in love's compassion.
Fire, fourth element on earth,
Drives physical, emotional, mental and
spiritual heat.
ELEMENTS Part 4: Fire
Poetry Contest Deadline: Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
Definition of: Sonnet
Lyric poems that are 14 lines that usually have one or more conventional rhyme schemes.
Instructions:
1 new original poem in form of a SONNET. LISTEN CAREFULLY...
THE FIRST VERSE OF YOUR SONNET (1st 4 Lines) are to be ACROSTIC FIRE!
Then continue the rest of the poem in SONNET FORM which would be 10 more lines making a total of 14 lines!
We stood on a beach of white sand, on a beautiful tropical isle.
I held my daughter's hand in mine. We shared a knowing smile.
There were no words spoken. We knew what was left unsaid.
Our voices surely would've broken, so we shared a hug instead.
No father to walk with her today; no strong arm to keep her steady.
I was the one who'd give her away. "Mom," she said, "I'm ready."
Then we felt a gentle breeze, ruffling the hem of her chiffon dress.
It rustled through palm leaves, soft and sweet as a lover's caress.
An orchestral wedding march became music with each rushing wave.
Romantic lighting from tiki torch, to her groom, my daughter, I gave.
A golden sunset cast its light, as the happy couple whispered, " I do."
It was quite a charming night, beside still waters of turquoise hues.
A moments respite from the fray, I sat with my daughter alone.
"Mom, I wish Dad had been here today." A tear of sorrow was sown.
"So do I, my darling. I miss him, too. Right now he'd be so carefree,
on the dance floor with you. He's not here so come, dance with me."
She wore a smile, for a while, then I saw her walk out the door.
My little girl, no longer a child, said, "Hi Daddy, this is Eleanor."
Time to put away her denial, and whisper her last 'goodbyes.'
Daddy walked her down the aisle, when he sang her lullabies.
~ Internal and Ending Rhyme Schemes ~
There are no rules for the number of lines or syllables per line.
I especially like this double form of rhyming because of its
challenge to rhyme in the middle and at the end of each line.
Example for each verse: a b
a b
c d
c d
Lin Lane ~ Poetry Writing #1 Contest
December 10th 2015
Sponsor ~ Broken Wings
Chloro-feel feeds my poetree
Feet tap to my own tapestree
It’s roots nourishment to my ancestree
Fruit ripe aloft a thriving family tree
A cultural emergence of vibrancy
To uproot generational poverty
Teeming with seedling of indigenous coffee
Colour to brighten a new generation of free
Beautiful beans of evergreen forestree
Intellectual rhyme schemes nest on a solid gantree
Bribery and corruption a shameful legacy
Pyramid schemes crumbling into redundancy
Adam was moulded from black clay potteree
His African Eden cultivated like a visionaree
His aim a productive African industree
African renaissance in spite of European fear
Responsible LEADERship with renewed steam energee
Originality built on a rich histree
Integrity integral to our authenticity and credibility
A future powered by nuclear chemistree
Closed borders no longer a hindrance to African unity
A well oiled machinery like a symphony
Radicalisation inspired by emancipation from slaveree
The black gold pumped through me
Becoming a life giving refineree
African continent hot as a bakeree
I’m your chocolate confectioneree
Fresh out of the oven, a sizzling jamboree
My VERNACULAR the language of trade & commerce
My 67 minutes sold to ‘MADE IN AFRICA’ across the sea
My banks inundated with fresh greenaree
My people ever-loving, living in harmony
An African trademark of skilled hard currency, wealthy
My African dream of unlimited opportunity not fantasy
An infectious tendency & an influential prosperity
To leave you green with envy
Export into the world my success STOREE
Addicted to romance, I’ve tried in vain
to resurrect the unrestrained delight
I felt so long ago one summer night -
excitement of the type no one can feign.
I had it once, and I could not abstain
from tasting it. It made my soul take flight.
Then back to earth I plummeted. I write
to bring it back because it has been slain.
Romance is destined not to be revived.
It’s slain by woes and all that’s commonplace.
Life’s demons stole it; now I feel deprived.
It’s drained from me! I miss its fond embrace.
And so with poetry I have contrived
to bring it back. Alas – a useless chase.
Aug. 26, 2019 for Emile Pinet's Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
The 8 words used in this Italian Sonnet in order of how they appear: addicted/ vain/ abstain/ slain/ destined/ woes/ demons/ drained
Note: I do not know why poetrysoup does not correctly identify the rhyme pattern of the second stanza of this poetry form. The first part is abbaabba. Here is what Google says for the finishing sestet: Some of the most common rhyme schemes for the sestet are cdecde, cdcdcd, cddcdd, and cddece. My preference is cdcdcd.
I'm sick to death of predictable rhymes
Such as I should be a drug dealer because I provide dope lines
I love you
It's true
I don't know what to do
Left her on read, now she's feeling blue
I'm tired of it all
I'm trying to raise my pen game to make up for where others fall
I'm just trying to Optimise
I stay to myself because problems arise
Once you start to get obsessed with dollar signs
My pen aims in all directions and I won't apologise
I don't care who gets hit or who's offended
Stop being so sensitive, I don't need friendships
I'm Nas and Rakim blended
Kids these days can't even quote a Big Daddy Kane line
But they keep up with the Kardashians
Most of these celebrities got famous by accident
When I listen to a Young Thug song my Brain declines
It refuses to listen to the nonsense
I'm sick of today's challenges and who can be the wackest contests
I miss when music had meaning and was complex
Nas, Tupac, Big Pun, Jay-Z, different flows and rhyme schemes
Now on YouTube being an idiot is how you find dreams
Am I supposed to be impressed by 10 Diamond chains?
I'm not impressed by who's flying first class, I respect who designed the plane
These days it seems that every mind's the same
Your favourite singer doesn't even write their own songs
Beyonce, Rihanna, and more, but you just go along
You don't care about the words, if there's a catchy hook and beat
I'd rather inspire those who look to me
Even if it's just one person I inspire
The same way Eminem got me through my hard times
At least my art's mine
And I write about what I desire
I flip the script and write my own
I may not be a king yet, but I'll fight for the throne
They'll say I'm being disrespectful, which is fine
I'm only saying that I'm tired of celebrities and predictable rhymes
An eerie silence wrapped the bog,
I dared not move nor speak.
The chilling blanket of the fog
where evil beings creep,
conceals within tormented souls
now stirring from their sleep,
and there with gruesome fate foretold
lie secrets they will keep.
Into the darkest night they prowl
as silent echoes shriek,
and even wolves with frightened howls
hide in the forest deep.
The terror of the living dead
will follow where they tread.
A Quatorzain is a centuries old form that was used by those like Shakespeare for creativity not restricted by strict rhyme schemes and syllable counts per line like Sonnets were. Therefore, each Quatorzain could be an original creation, however, it wasn't a totally free form because it was still restricted to 14 lines and usually written in iambic meter, also, unlike a Petrarachan/Italian Sonnet it usually ended with a rhyming couplet. Some have argued that it evolved into the English Sonnet. Writers often played with the number 7 as I have done here with alternating iambic tetrameter and trimeter. I also used mono rhyme in the trimeter lines (something not commonly done with Quatorzains yet, as I alluded, it's the beauty of a more free form).
Written October 8th, 2019
for Best New Poem Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Calming Presence
Early sunrise
As day comes after
The night
There are sunbeams
Beautiful golden
And bright
Warm and happy
With skies of hope and
True love
Enhanced blessings
Brilliant displayed
Above
Each tomorrow
Providing a pleasing
Nice treat
Calming presence
Fullness is renewed
And sweet
Ever thankful
For always seeing
His light
Eleven77 is a poem form created by an Australian Fanstorian poet: GarthL
It consists of seven stanzas each with a specific syllable count of 4, 5, 2. Last word of successive stanzas to rhyme.
The last word of the last stanza to rhyme with the last word of the first stanza.
Each 3rd line rhyme schemes going from top to bottom of poem should be I.E: a,a,b,b,c,c,a.
Each stanza thereby has 11 syllables across 7 stanzas equaling to 77 syllables in total, hence an Eleven77 !
Between grains of ancient fine sand
desert roses hidden from sight—
Colourful, exquisitely fanned.
They formed in darkness; pressure shaped.
Each perfect corolla agape
in floral whorl of sharp crescents;
fluorescent and phosphorescent.
Against injustices they railed—
within shed tears, I saw their plight.
In our moral duty we’ve failed.
Their troubled spirits to immerse
in laughter which abounds in verse.
Pococurante obedience.
Parting: an Aubade in a sense.
POET'S NOTE
Updated 25th Aug with the mosaic rhyme in the final two lines:
obedience & Aubade in a sense.
Recommended reading: Desert rose selenite/gypsum.
POETIC FORM: Saraband sonnet (I used the BASIC French rhyme scheme, extended).
The Saraband(e) derives its name from a fast erotic dance of the 1500s of Mexico and Spain which originated in the East. It is a stanzaic form imitating the dance steps and written in any number of septets. The various forms consist of tercets (axa—‘x’ being unrhymed) or triplets (aaa); the chief difference being in the rhyme schemes of the quatrains: English (axa bcbc), Spanish (aaa bcbc), Italian (axa bccb OR aaa bccb), and French (only axa bbcc). Each subsequent stanza repeats the rhyme scheme set in the first stanza, but in the longer Saraband poems it is not unusual to mix Spanish, Italian and/or French septets. Any metrical foot; any metrical line—some authorities insist on octal syllabic lines rendering it minor art (= 8 syllables per line) but this is not cut and dry.
Saraband Sonnet: It comprises 2 septets. Rhyme scheme: It depends on the form chosen. In the sonnet form, the rhyme schemes have been extended for the French variant (aZa in the tercets where 'z' rhymes), and Italian variant (aba cddc—thus, an addition ‘b’ in the tercets). Some examples can be found where the rhyme scheme for the second septet is progressive. It may be octasyllabic, iambic or trochaic tetrameter, or an extra foot (iambic pentameter) may be added to conform to the basic sonnet. The volta is at L8. I have experimented with the rhyme scheme: aza bbcc, dzd eeff.