Long Non rhyming Poems
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A is for Acrostic, where the first letter of each line spells a word
B is for Burlesque, a poetic type bordering on absurd
C is for Clerihew, a short and humorous verse
D is for Didactic, meant to improve morals at first
E is for Epithalamium, written for a groom and his bride
F is for Free Verse, where the rules go and hide
G is for Ghazal, with a shared rhyme and refrain
H is for Haiku, getting it just right is a pain
I is for Iambic Pentameter, which is the poetic beat
J is for Jargon, where real and fake words do meet
K is for Kwansaba, another non-rhyming form
L is for Limerick, where many a giggle has been born
M is for Monorhyme, the same rhyme on each line
N is for Narrative, which tells a story every time
O is for Ode, a lengthy, lyrical poem
P is for Pastoral, describing the rural life I call home
Q is for Quatrain, rhyming verses with lines that count four
R is for Romanticism, think of the Romeo and Juliet score
S is for Sonnet, fourteen lines with a conventional scheme
T is for Tanka, first appearing on the Japanese scene
U is for Unique, which every written poem wants to be
V is for Villanelle, repeating lines one and three
W is for Worthwhile, which I think most poems are
X is for X-cellent, those poems written by stars
Y is for Youngsters, who should start writing their own
Z is for Zebra, my own black and white poem
So pick up your pen and try your hand at these styles
Included in poems makes the written word smile
how clever a peck on the cheek, a kiss on the head
a hug with a boa constriction for the parents i love.
how cruel this fate of social isolation, to stunt the breath
of this illusion, that i might have them more and more times.
the kiss off of a mother’s day and all things pretty and wrinkled.
a jolly show of faces — did i once think the actors could slink
through a small or large screen. we haggle with time, dressing
up in effects, wrapping backgrounds, like furs, around caricatures
of ourselves — astronauts, cross-dressers, punk. my mom
holds a very dry martini — six olives on a skewer in empty glass.
we kin do amuse one another and the claustrophobic togetherness
where a normal situation would have us wandering, appetizering,
sidewinder-chitchatting, fobbing the keys of a remote control,
checking seconds and minutes for appropriateness of slipping
out the door — that of course, for bored spouses, who love
the in and out of screen time and beg to screen all holidays this way
while a bored housewife wants for the drive that spurs one on
toward childhood — a link between life and death, playful
joy of trinkets and melodious voices soothed by the setting years;
the wrinkle of time sells all anger, judgment, unkindness —
the baggage that weighs down elephants, the infantile crawl
of bondage. Now the rocking of Brumbies, snail’s pace of sunset
grace of a gray nest, cascading shoulders, ears out of tune
but pure-gold’s love — the plinking strings of a plentitude heart.
Mom and Dad cheer with glistening glasses, their merry martinis
marvel at their wealth — one olive, three olivettes grin at them.
5/11/2020
Non-rhyming couplets
THE FATE OF FUTURE
A romp of childhood, descending my steep driveway, to the bus.
My urgent path lit dimly, filled with compacted snow, shoveled
with steel blades. I wearing a woolen coat, always late.
Still on time, before great big wheels grind down a country road.
Youth, with hair still damp, long and fine, shyness hides inside.
Tired teens, all around me, I watch the wipers swipe morning flurries.
The repetitive motion, bestowing comfort, like a lullaby -
before the din of crowded classrooms and impertinent teachers.
My math teacher, with a schnoz that crests Everest,
an informer of intelligent students. Less inclined
to teach her fearful ones, to shame us with a shun.
A glare of eagle spectacles, nearly scorning our dark plight.
Yet, classrooms with nouns, adjectives, verbs spur me on
to serendipitous highs. I fly with Kilmer, dip with Plath.
I lean forward as psychology and sociology take me by the arms.
I feel the fate of future, the lovely breeze has dried my hair, sublime.
9/5/2017
Non Rhyming couplets
Have a blessed birthday Michael J
Today I knelt for you to pray
May His guiding light shine on you
God’s grace I pray will bring you through
May you have strength on your birthday
With family this holiday
Celebrating with faith like new
God’s grace I pray will bring you through
As your son returns home today
Like a rainbow brightens the day
Continue to wear a smile too
God’s grace I pray will bring you through
Have a blessed birthday Michael J
God’s grace I pray will bring you through
© Joseph, 11/20/07
© All Rights Reserved
Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave
son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle
Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming
quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a
refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has
eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s
beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first
quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.
Hammock's swing brings out the sun
half asleep I feel its warmth
sea breeze touches both my eyes
whispers dreams of distant lands.
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Placement:4th;(September 2012)
By-Kash Poet
Contest-Hammock of sky in Tanaga
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
5th August,2012
TANAGA:tanaga has four lines with seven syllables each, thus, 7.7.7.7…in its traditional form, all lines are rhymed at the end, although the modern form tends to be written in free verse...
for this contest, quill me a NEW, ORIGINAL tanaga on the theme ‘ HAMMOCK/S OF SKY’ in free verse (modern form, non-rhyming)… to add a little twist to this challenge, use the sense of touch in creating your piece...
SURVEYOR OF THE STORM
Today’s early afternoon is somber-gray.
Red, white, blue, cherry willow, stars.
A single lightning bolt, in downward zigzag,
striking, alongside the bark of a crépe myrtle.*
Loose leaves sliding down oil-slicked street.
Goodnight skies rise into the light.
Verve-quake of thunder. I saw clouds rise and fall,
flutter by. Chimes and metallic owls, mirrors and bells
keep those pesky ‘peckers at bay, but will they survive
if the wind takes them away? (They did)
Yesterday’s moonlight
will be drenched behind midnight-clouds.
Spectacular sun-days orchestrate Spring hues
as wings splish-splosh in flooding bath tubs.
Well, I imagine so…
as faith remains.
3/25/2021
Non-rhyming couplets
*striking used as adj. here
Thanks my PoetrySoup family
You have shown great humility
By lifting up Epulaeryu
May God always bless each of you
Your endeavors are very strong
Sticking with you I was not wrong
Your bond of friendship is so true
May God always bless each of you
You’ve demonstrated fortitude
Like Christ feeding the multitude
With your kindness I feel brand new
May God always bless each of you
Thanks my PoetrySoup family
May God always bless each of you!
© Joseph 11/6/07
© All Rights Reserved
Dedicated to the Knights in shining armor and ladies standing up for the
Epulaeryu poetic form, may God bless each of you always. All of you are
ambassadors of poetic goodwill. Continue to lead on with your angelic host and
my God expand your blessings. Thank you for not asking can God, and for
affirming God can. Thank you always for standing up and winning the victory!
The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet
has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the
poem.
My Favorite Type of Poem
Poetry by tradition
must be lucid and rhythmic,
but just for information
syllable count is specific.
Grammar of a poetry shouts
right rules and regulation.
Symmetry in nice lay outs
demands high admiration
Prose-poetry verses must come
in serious weighty mood.
Non rhyming style is welcome,
yet rhyming ruless are too good.
My firm views will always tell
‘Compose a poem in rhyme.
Ideas will run excel
if proper rhyming is prime
So I must conclude to say,
‘ my favorite type comes as best
with lines rhyming in array,
yet each format I respect.
Syllable count : 7 syllable each line
10/29/15
New or Old Poem 3 Contest
by Eve Roper
I sought a theme but it was in vain . . .
so, I let my MUSE take me by the hand to this place
that I will tell you with a s i g h -
oh heart, oh troubled, shattered heart-
I recall the sweet girl, who was me in yesterdays
we lived in a beautiful Victorian house on a shady street
and it was full of love every single day
but then . . .
my happiness was d r o w n e d in reality-
oh dripping,
dripping,
dripping
death, one by one
my beloved left upon a fading gleam
to dwell with the birds and their sleepy songs
echoing among the dark and deep green and shadows
of the rows and rows of tombs-
and I was left to dream . . .
and dream of memories and loving scenes
locked in the corridors of my mind behind a wall, that
I built one brick at a time until it is a MASSIVE fortress . . .
will I accept my slow d e c a y or rise in pride
and break down this wall of mine
remove my mask of sorrow
I stagger terrified . . .
my heart beating wildly in my chest
then suddenly my wings unfold
in feathery glory . . . .
and here I am-
______________________
May 30, 2017
Free Verse/and here I am
Copyright Protected, ID 905630
Written for the contest, Contemporary Poetry
sponsor, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Option- Modernist- Free Verse/Non-rhyming
8th Place
I was stumbling around the Poetry world when I ran into this Gem
The Blue Mountain Arts Poetry Card Contest.
I thought, what an opportunity
But then I read the rules and although
I do not know who wrote them
I must say, "COME ON" Really !
Poetry Contest Guidelines:
1: Poems can be rhyming or non-rhyming, although we find that non-rhyming poetry reads better.
Non-rhyming poems Read Better---Ha---what a crock ! Tell that to the 18th and 19th Century Poets
This it soooooooooo idiotic, It's like saying, We are having our Special Olympics and disabled and enabled can enter alike, although we find that Enabled entries usually win. ( This metaphor is not intended to diminish the abilities of those of us that have disabilities, It is intended to show how ludicrous rules can be )
Blue Mountain, WHY NOT say----"Rhymer's Need Not Apply"
I went down to Blue Mountain
I thought I'll have a-go
And may win 300 bucks
You laugh, but never know
Once there, I read the page
Where I was to apply
That's where the darnedest thing
Reach-out and caught my eye
Rhymers just weren't welcome
That's what the first rule spelled
No point in even trying
'Cause "Rhyming Don't Read Well"
Instead of feeling Blue
I counted all my blessings
Then,I bought a pair glasses
And started reading lessons
Thanks Blue Mountain
I'm "Reading Well" Now !
See you next contest
by JTCurtis (A rhymer w/readability)