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ClerihewThe Clerihew is a form of comic verse invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley, and championed by his friend, the novelist Gilbert Keith Chesterton. It consists of four lines of irregular length, rhymed AABB, or two uneven couplets, if you prefer to think of it that way.
Clerihews are almost always biographical, and the first line usually consists solely of the subject's name, perhaps the most famous example being:
Sir Christopher Wren
Said, "I am going to dine with some men.
If anyone calls,
Say I am designing St Paul's."
They may also be about a non-human subject:
The art of Biography
Is different from Geography,
Geography is about maps,
But Biography is about chaps.
Or, indeed, about a fictional ch
Ottava Rima is an eight-line form, originally Italian, having either eleven syllables per line or a line of iambic pentameter—the commonly accepted English use of the form being iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is A-B-A-B-A-B-C-C, which is a moderately rigorous rhyme scheme. This makes ottava rima an excellent stepping-stone toward writing sonnets.
The earliest known use of ottava rima is in the works of Giovanni Boccaccio, who wrote several minor poems in the form and then used it as a stanza form in several of his longer works. This act propelled ottava rima to the primary form for epic poetry in Italy for roughly two centuries.
Ottava rima is relatively unpopular in English literature ; several works have been produced by Romantic poets such as Shelly and Lord Byron.
We shall leave you to your writing after an example from Don Juan by Lord Byron :
"Go, little book, from this my solitude!
Rondel, Rondel Prime
* A note: In my studies of these forms (Rondeau, Rondel, Rondelet, Roundel, Rondine, etc) it becomes increasingly clear that there is little accurate information. To the best of my knowledge, this is accurate although I had to wade through acres of mislabeled works and forms to accumulate this much. Keep in mind that most definitions of these forms are rather broad and ambiguous due to the fact most people think the forms are all interchangeable or there is only one or two forms for all these different names. The truth, as I have discovered it, is rather drastically different.
The Rondel is a French style of lyrical poetry that is made up of two quatrains followed by a quintet. This gives us a total of 13 lines (that can be of any length) to contain the two rhymes that follow a scheme of: ABba abAB abbaA where A and B are the refrains.
The following is an exam
The Bref Double
The bref double is a French form. It is similar to the sonnet, but it need not be written in iambic pentameter (it can be in tetrameter, hexameter, or any other meter you prefer). The rhyme scheme is also different from a sonnet. The bref double contains three quatrains (four-line stanzas) followed by a final couplet.
The x standing for a line that doesn't rhyme with any of the other lines.
With crystal rain, the sky is filled
with diamond flakes that swirl and dance
to tunes that they alone may know,
unheeded by the ears of man.
The northern winds play havoc with
mere mortal plans, as drifts now build
their buttresses of pristine white
as if to mark some hidden plan.
This land is decorated, chilled,
and sealed for all to gaze with joy;
see all the children laugh, so thrilled
to witness Mother Nature's show!
Though my intent lies thwarted, killed,
my smile grows broad at so much snow!
The conachlann is a simple bardic form of chain verse. The last word of one line, starts as the first word of the next line. You have a bit of slight leeway, as you will see in the examples. This is a medieval Irish poetic form.
Amergin's invocation of Ireland is a very famous conachlann.
Ailim iath n-erend
Ermac muir motach
Motach sliab sreatach
Sreatach coill ciotach
Ciotach ab eascach
Easach loc lindmar
Lindmar tor tiopra
Tiopra tuath aenach
Aenach righ teamra
Teamair tor tuatach
Tuata mac milead
Mile long libearn
Libearn ard Ere
Ere ard diclass
Eber dond digbas
Diceadal ro gaet
Ro gaet ban breissi
Breissi ban buaich
[Be nadbail heriu]
Herimon or tus [hir]
hir Eber ailseas
Ailim iath n-erend
(The poem translated, translator was unattributed on the web)
I invoke the land of Eire:
much coursed by the fertile sea.
Fertile is the fruit-strewn mountain
fruit strewn by the showery wood showery is the river of waterfalls
Made famous by the greek poetess Sappho of Lesbos, c 600 BC - the Sapphic stanza is a metric poetic form spanning 4 lines.
The form has 3 hendecasyllabic lines - Each consisting of the following metric feet: trochee, trochee, dactyl, trochee, trochee
The fourth, concluding line has a Dactyl followed by a Trochee - this last line is known as the Adonic or Adonean line.
A brief note on the metric feet used in Sapphic Verse -
A Trochee is a two syllable foot, which follows a 'DAH-dah' rhythm
A Dactyl is a three syllable foot, which follows a 'DAH-dah-dah' rhythm
'Sapphics' by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Saw the white implacable Aphrodite,
Saw the hair unbound and the feet unsandalled
Shine as fire of sunset on western waters;
Saw the reluctant. . .
to show the metric pattern -
SAW the / WHITE im- / PLACable / APHro- / DIte
SAW the / HAIR un- / BOUND and the / FEET un- / SANDalled
SHINE as / FIRE of / SUNset on / WESTe
Sotades invented palindromes in Greek-ruled Egypt, back in the 3rd century BC. In fact, palindromes were once known as "Sotadic verses." He was thrown into the sea (wrapped in lead) by King Ptolemy II, for insulting the king in one of his verses.
They were quite popular in the 1800's, but have not shared much popularity since around the 1930's.
Palindrome comes from the Greek words "palin" (again or back) and "dramein" (to run). So if you read that backwards, it translates loosely into "to run back."
The palindrome simply reads the same forwards and backwards, usually with a central focal point from where it begins to read backwards. There are several ways to write palindrome poems, three are presented here, along with examples.
1. It can be read backwards, with the same words, such as the example below.
by Paula Brown
Passionate always, forging forward.
Unquiet rage screams
The glosa is an early Renaissance form that was developed by poets of the Spanish court in the 14th and 15th centuries. In a glosa, tribute is paid to another poet. The opening quatrain, called a cabeza, is by another poet, and each of their four lines are imbedded elsewhere in the glosa.
The opening quatrain is followed by four stanzas, each of which is generally ten lines long, that elaborate or "glosses" on the cabeza chosen. Each ending line (10th line) of the four following stanzas is taken from the cabeza.
The usual rhyme scheme of a glosa is final word rhyming of the 6th, 9th and the borrowed 10th lines.
Irish Pride and Prejudice
(Glosa verse by Darren Anderson)
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
In memory of W.B. Yeats
A putrid scene of civil conflict
returns without regret,
festering in dead hearts,
lacking the fortitude to forgive.
Waiting, we long for
An acrostic poem is created by arranging the first letter of each line so that they flow in alphabetical order, or form a word or phrase. Rhyme and meter aren't issues in this style of poetry, which causes some to consider it not poetry at all. Also, the only set length is that of what you choose to represent with the first letters. However, it's been around for thousands of years. This style was common among the Greeks and derived from the Greek words akros, "at the end," and stichos, "line". It was used by Latin playwrights and Medieval monks; it was popular in the Middle High German and Italian renaissance periods. If it please ya, learn more from the links below.
Mounting the sky, higher and higher;
Oblivious to we who dwell below;
Only she feels the warmth of the sun
Now that he has set.
The subject of this poem is the "moon", as indicated by the bolded letters.
We Are Left 4 Dead Part 17 (VenturianTale)"M-Maddie" Maddie replied in a shaky voice as her blood rushed powerfully through her veins. Erica gave a nod of approval as she looked at the others. Jordan, Isaac, Cierra and Bethany introduced on another quickly and quietly. As they started moving again they heard the audible sound of metal breaking. Not that it was a big deal. Boy were they wrong. Isaac fell straight through but was quickly saved by Erica's sly hand.
"Be careful!" she growls, her icy blue eyes piercing his brown ones. He gave a nod as he swung a leg over the side and dragged the other one with him.
"Guys!" Bethany exclaimed as the sound of banging metal ringed their ears. BANG! The supposed vent broke and they all emerged from it. They blinked waiting for their eyes to adjust to the gloominess.
"Oh my God.... " Cierra muttered. Their world was changed so much in so little time. The trees were flimsy and thin, the grass was as yellow and mouldy as hay while blood gave it slight colour, buildings were torn to pieces
Finally Given Up Chapter 2: The Face Of An AngelI pushed through the swarming crowd of multiple diversity's as I earned scoffs and scowls.
The figure I had seen from a distance had a pale and peaked face with glasses slipping off, pure red hair that matched Mama Gertrude's and a shirt that said "I Love Billy" on it. I felt my cheeks as they went wet and pale. I bent down and stroked the girls her.
"M-Maddie-Friend?" I whispered as I continued stroking her ginger hair. A knife was placed vertically next to her body as it was covered in the scarlet blood which I figured was her own.
I closed my eyes and let the salty liquid flow down my face. This girl was amazing and dedicated to her priority's and now...now...she's gone. My eyes glanced to the side where I saw Papa, Mama and Sally standing. Mama's eyes were full of tears as she hugged Sally tightly.
Papa looked quite proud yet depressed. And Sally...poor Sally....she was in tears knowing her best friend was possible deceased.
I glanced back to Maddie's body see her ears twitch sligh
Masquerade!~ Ezio x Reader ~ Assassin's Creed II
Florence. A fine name for a fine city. Here celebration never ended. Here people sang in happiness most of the time. But it was fine as long as you were someone in this fine city. Wealthy was important here as well everyone but at least people weren’t so blind about it. But what about that young woman?
The young woman was walking around to the streets of this fine city with all the eyes f the male passengers on her. ____ was considering since she was born one of the most beautiful women this city had to offer. Her long ____ hair she tied at a low ponytail in a messy way yet she was breathtaking, her lips that had the same color with a rose that had yet to bloom and of course her well shaped body that made her dress looking even more stunning than before.
With appearance liked that anyone who saw her could swear to God that she had a suitor at her side waiting for her. But no. That was not true. The young lady didn’t have one. Not because she couldn’t find one but beca
Ticklish Trouble Maker-BullyA Ticklish Trouble Maker
When I was much younger I had a friend named Conner. Well actually, he was more of an acquaintance than a friend. I thought of him as a friend of a friend. Anyway, Conner was infamous. He had the reputation of being a trouble maker, and was famous for picking on other kids. I mean this kid got down right nasty sometimes. I remember seeing him beat up on other kids, tease them, and call them names, etc. Most of the time, when such things happened, I removed myself from the situation. I never wanted to be part of such things, so I didn't. But, I did remain friendish with Conner despite these things.
Side Note: (For some reason, Conner never really tried to picking on me. Not sure why, I wonder if it was because he thought I might fight back or something? Or maybe it was because I was slightly bigger than him? Who knows)
Anyway, you would have thought this kid was invincible. The way he
Dreamin' of You Chapter 2
Dreamin' of You
I gasp sat up in my bed catching my breathe sweat sliding down the side of my temple, I put my hand over my face crying "...Macbeth." I stop crying and wipe the tears when there was a knock on my door so I quickly got up smooth out my now long blue hair before answering the door to see my long time best friend back when we were slaves at the Tower of Heaven.
"Morning Cerise! Coming to the guild today?" I forced a fake smile like always 'Sure just let me get clean clothes on first." I close the door and went and put clean clothes on, when I was done I step out of my room smiling at Ashley who smiled back.
We got to our guild step in we had to dodge a fire and ice spikes headed our way "It seems Gray and Natsu started a fight early this time." I said still wonder why those two always end up fighting, well they our fire and ice they don't go well with together but Ashley secretly likes Gray~
"Yeah it seems like that...they are both idiots if you tell me." she scuff wal
Dreamin' of You Chapter 1
Dreamin' Of You
A sob broke out from the empty cell from a young little girl with messy sky blue hair with cuffs on each of her small skinny wrist, she was wearing a dirty stinky rag like gown her pale skin was reflected from the moon shinning into the cell small window up high. A guard walk over and kicked the bar "Stop crying you brat! Or your going to be next for the punishment!"
The little girl cried even harder making the guard pissed so he opened the cell with the other people in the other cells scream at him not to harm the child even when he picked her up she screamed begging him not too "Let her go you jerk!" a older looking girl yelled at the guard glaring at him with her bright blue eye's.
"Shut it brat!" he kicked her cell but that what she wanted him too do she grab his boot tightly as she could makign him fall on his back hard letting go fo the girl "Go! Run!" she yelled at the crying girl on the ground "b-but-" she cut her off yelled out "I said go!!"
I the whimpered
Zycia nie da sie przewidziec II Niespokojnie szamotał się w łóżku zaś na czole, szyi, nieco na torsie rosił się lodowaty pot, niczym przy febrze. Mięśnie były niemiłosiernie spięte. Zbladł mamrocząc coś niezrozumiale jakby majaczył w wysokiej gorączce. Z trudem łapał płytki, chrapliwy oddech. Gwałtownie zerwał się do siadu szeroko otwartymi, niezdrowo błyszczącymi oczyma. Usta zasłaniał jeszcze chwilę dłonią powstrzymując niedoszły krzyk. Nerwowo jak i łapczywie nabierał powietrza do płuc, wręcz się nim zachłystując. Drżał cały, a ból spiętych mięśni dawał teraz o sobie znać. Czuł jakby serce chciało połamać mu żebra, rozerwać skórę by znaleźć dogodne i szybkie wyjście na świat. Chwilę tak tr
Happy Coockies en ArcaniaLaila caminaba por los pasillos de la corte algo cansada y aburrida ¿La razón de eso? Quería hacer galletas y no encontraba a alguien para que las haga con ella. Sir Adi estaba en el fondo de la fuente donde estaba su cuarto. Su hermano Azrael había salido a quien sabe donde. El abuelo Rapha no la podía ayudar a hacer las galletas y la princesa Simariel estaba descartada por defecto; era de la realeza, no tenia tiempo para sus sandeces.
Suspiró por cuarta vez cuando lo vio. Caminaba al fondo del pasillo, tranquilamente. Parecía que no tenia nada que hacer; más por su cara de "hoy estoy libre, haré lo que me plazca" que por otra cosa. Al parecer no tenia idea de lo que iba a pasarle. Laila rió divertida y se acercó al elfo lentamente. Tenia que idear una manera de que la ayudara, sabia que Sisŏl no querría ir con ella a cocinar así que solo le quedaba una cosa que hacer.
Cuando estuvo a su espalda pellizcó un pun
Forbidden Destiny Chapter 4
I was walking each hut handing the parents the antidote for their children's sickness they thank me even wanted to hand me jewels but I told them I did it for free and I hope their children get better so I walk out of the last hut today whiping my forehead smiling up at the blue sky when I look ahead hearing my name being called to see my good friend Robin, she has very long blue hair with peircing dark pinkish red eye's she was like a gothic chick and she seems mean looking but she's a big softy on the inside.
"Ohayo Robin!" I smile brightly at my best friend she put her hands on her hips looking around the village carefully.
"Ohayo...I was just returned from my trip to Magnolia Town and saw this and thought of ya." I was aw'ed when Robin brought out a beautiful bracelet "This is a magic bracelet it suppose to protect you from being charmed, attacks even dragon slayer magic and other stuff."
I wanted to cry, Robin was thinking about my safety I hugged her which s
Irish Poetry -- Background and Information
The bard's spoken language lent itself to the natural rhythm and rhyme, and alliteration, consonance and repetition were very important to the Irish poet. Until the 5th Century, the only written form of Irish was Ogham, used only for carving into trees and gravestones. Therefore, poetry was oral, and based on sound structures so they would be easy to remember. When crafting medieval Irish poetry, remember that it is cyclical and the last line should end with the first syllable word or the complete line or thought, bringing it around again to the beginning.
Praise poetry was commonly practiced by the poets and there were various meters used, such as dán díreach ("straight or strict verse"). Poems were often sung to musical accompaniment. Some thought the bards had supernatural powers that came with their words. Satire, not to be confused with the modern form of satirical humor, was a poetic practice greatly feared. It was used to ridic
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