Members Who Read Most Number Of Poems

Live Scores

Click here to see the rest of the list

Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop

Post a message
  • Tawfeeq Hasan Khan (2/13/2014 5:43:00 AM) Post reply

    Can I have a rhyming words e-book for free.

  • Austin Eseke (1/27/2014 3:10:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi, my name is Austin and i am a new poet here.if this is a rhythm and rhyme workshop i urge everyone to view and comment on my new poem titled crossroads.Thanks and you wont be dissapointed.

  • Thomas Vaughan Jones (1/22/2014 8:30:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Probably the most important aspect of rhyming poetry is not neccessarily the rhyme itself. Forced rhyme, ie. finding words to end a line purely for the sake of a rhyme is an abomination. Rather we should find the correct syllables and meter to make the line read smoothly. Then we match the lines to complement each other, so that they follow one another with ease. If the poem is to have a correct meter, the meter should be a constant, unless there is good reason to " change step"
    The recommended meter is the IAMB, which sounds very like normal speech. In other words the emphasis should be De DAH De DAH De DAH
    Iambic pentameter is the name given to a line of verse that consists of five iambs (an iamb being one unstressed syllable followed by one stressed, such as " before" ;) . It has been a fundamental building block of poetry in English, used in many poems by many poets from the English Renaissance to the present day.

    Having established the rhythm, the rhyme can be addressed as a separate issue. Beware of repeating rhyming words ad nauseum. First find a rhyme scheme. The most common is usually A. B. A. B. As an example, here's a sonnet I'm working on.

    Once Sonnet Fever takes you to her bed...................A
    your every thought becomes expressed in rhyme......B
    You're in her grasp and cannot break the thread........A
    which binds you to a mellow metered time.................B

    If you intend to try these suggestions out and you find it difficult to find the rhyme then omit the rhyme on Ls 1 and 3 and concentrate on Ls 2 and 4.
    Once you find a rhyme scheme, stick with it throughout your poem. Good Luck, and I'm always happy to help if you need me.

    Replies for this message:
    • metamorphhh (aka jim crawford) (1/22/2014 9:08:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Good advice, especially for beginners. Since it was my ex wife's birthday yesterday, I'll offer this: We thought we'd last forever, didn't we? We bragged about our love to all our friends- the ... more

  • Ryan Nur (1/19/2014 12:31:00 PM) Post reply

    discuss the matter
    which is better
    breaking this line
    made me fine
    (Ryan Nur)

  • Clarence Prince (12/31/2013 5:01:00 PM) Post reply

    HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone, may 2014 be your best year yet!

  • Tulsi Hanumanthu (12/30/2013 3:00:00 AM) Post reply

    NEW YEAR GREETINGS (from Dr. H. Tulsi)

    GARDEN OF LIFE (by Dr. Tulsi)
    Like a lovely rose may the New Year bloom,
    Bedecking afresh your garden of life,
    For prickly thorns leaving no room,
    With fragrant petals may it be rife.

    LIFE’S SHIP
    May the brand new ship of the brand New Year
    Ply on waters smooth and clear,
    And ferry you quickly, safe and sound,
    To the place ashore for which you’re bound.

    WHEN NEW YEAR CALLS “I’M HERE! ” (by Dr.H. Tulsi)
    (Quatrains with a single Rhyme throught)

    While the three little words “Happy New Year”
    Again, like music, capture our ears,
    May bonny, bouncing, bright-eyed cheer
    Ring door-bells all and call “I’m here! ”
    May all your friends and relatives dear -
    Be they far or be they near -
    Be robbed by Old Year of all your fears
    And, by New Year, be cheated of tears!
    Away from hurdles may you veer
    And success-wards your journey steer.
    With perseverance may you spear
    Ahead, throughout your life’s career.
    May Health’s rosy face appear
    And Wealth’s footsteps may you hear.
    May Hope, the way for Happiness, clear.
    May Good Fortune bring up the rear.

    IN YOU WE TRUST REPOSE (BY dR. h. tULSI)
    (A Villanelle)

    O fair New Year, in you we trust repose, -
    Since sent to us you are by our Saviour, -
    That, surely, you will wean away our woes.
    The previous year had dealt us many blows,
    Which unnerved us. To rid us of our fear,
    O fair New Year, in you we trust repose.
    Although, for ‘Peace’, we’d paid through our nose,
    ‘Violence’ rules the roost! Assure us, dear,
    That, surely, you will wean away our woes.
    We’re deafened by the cawing of the crows!
    Some songs of nightingales to let us hear,
    O fair New Year, in you we trust repose.
    ’A deadly threat ‘Corruption’ does pose!
    By taming it, we do expect O New Year
    That, surely, you will wean away our woes.
    Our ‘Joys’ are far outweighed by our sorrows;
    ‘Disease’ has driven ‘Health’ to the rear!
    O fair New Year, in you we trust repose
    That, surely, you will wean away our woes.

  • Mike Barrett (12/21/2013 7:06:00 PM) Post reply

    I wrote this poem back in 1959.....Its structure may be appreciated here in this workshop forum. Your thoughts?

    A Brook

    Hear water breaking in a brook
    Over rocks that are timeless with age -
    A sound near as old as the earth itself
    With a meaning beyond any sage.

    Hear water breaking in a brook
    Over rocks that are gray with the years -
    An elixir of youth to those ancient stones
    Is this water of heaven shed tears.

    See you there earth's brow,
    Beneath the cool brook's soothing self?
    Not one wrinkle on that brow
    As years from us will win,
    Not one wrinkle on that ancient brow,
    As smooth as an infant's skin!

    Hear water breaking in a brook,
    Laughing on its way to the sea.
    Hear water breaking in a brook,
    Laughing at you and at me!


    © M. Barrett – all rights reserved

  • Terrance Tracy (12/21/2013 2:46:00 PM) Post reply

    Saturday, December 21,2013
    3: 12 AM

    Winter in the south when the north
    wind blows the starlings are gathered in the trees
    gathered by the hundreds flying helter-skelter
    looking for shelter the resounding cacophony
    makes you think of Hitchcock's movie The Birds

    The wind is cold making your cheeks as red
    as the Cardinals we see in the spring wondering
    what this winter will bring four days hot two
    days cold and the seventh day we rest while the
    birds nest.

    Instead of being in bed at 3 AM I am sitting here
    writing poetry while precipitation is falling on my head
    looking for inspiration I will catch my death of cold
    does not matter because I am old.

    If this is not dedication maybe I should take a vacation
    and look for another vocation.

    Terrance Tracy

  • Lee Schneider (12/13/2013 8:10:00 AM) Post reply

    Aly ballie, aly ballie bee
    Sitting on your mummy's knee.
    Briton corn, a wee, baby.
    If I may culter scendy.

  • Leo Long (12/9/2013 6:40:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Drowned in hate


    I felt the stab of pain
    From a brother in the hood
    One seeking to rise to fame
    I thought he understood.

    I taste the bitter in what he said
    As he spits the words out
    “I wish you were dead”
    He just verified my doubt.

    I hear the cries for pity
    In our own neighborhood,
    Not across the state or in another city
    I hear the cries that no one ever should.

    I smell the stench of betrayal
    Of the brother who killed his mate.
    “And thus he came to the end of his trail”,
    Said the pastor, as silent he lays in state.

    I see the mother dab her eye
    She’s crying for our state
    It’s not just the other guy
    It’s our nation drowned in hate!

    Replies for this message:
[Hata Bildir]