On this page, here you’ll learn my poetry forms I invented out of boredom, perhaps. Please enjoy my craziness of inventing such structured (crazy?) poetic forms such as:
1. Nestorian Sonnet
2. Mixed Rhyme
3. Fiboquatro
4. Rhymethor
5. Rhyme Incorporated
1. Nestorian Sonnet is a variant form of old sonnet and in it are three quatrains that rhyme, with fourteen syllables in each line. Line five rhymes with line ten and it is not necessary to end it with a rhyming couplet. Here’s an example.
When We Were Yesterday*
Ah not so long ago, when we were us, time was all ours!
We let our spirits happily sway in the great fountain
Of faith, where we etched our own history counting the stars
Fluttered in the night sky. Oh, what a passion we had then!
And I kept you in the rosy earth of my heart so glee.
That when you returned, back from a lady boot shaped country,
And seeing you one day, alone, under the glimmers of
A retreating sun, I hurried my shadow along the
Street of for old time sake to hug you, to express my love.
When I had you there was no such hunger, nor thirst in me.
But now as I embraced you, I hardly felt the warmth of
Your blood. I wonder why; is it ‘cause now a cold season,
Or maybe jet lag still eats you? Sure you’ll take yourself off
From my reasoning, and be more fixed on your salvation.
* published- The Enchanting Verses ISSUE-X July 2010
2. Mixed Rhyme is a long structured poem written in a multiple stanzas (11 stanzas), with the combination of different types of traditional forms of poetry such as:
1st stanza: mono-rhyme of 5 lines, with same syllable counts of 9.
2nd stanza: a quatrain
3rd stanza: an enclosed rhyme
4th stanza: a rhyme
5th stanza: a tail-rhyme
6th stanza: a terza rima
7th to 9th stanzas: composed of 3 rhyming couplets, with same syllable count of 8.
10th stanza: a single verse
11th stanza: a concluding verse that may or may not rhyme with the 10th stanza.
Writing Mixed Rhyme Poetry
Ok, I agree. Mostly, ideas come out of no-where and won’t stop bothering us, unless we entertain them, or at least, listen to one of them. But for me, in most cases, when I am writing poetry, the first thing I do is to figure out in which poetic form I can easily express myself, and rhyming fits me best. Oh, I love rhyme poetry! There’s only one problem thou, there are many different types of rhyming poetry and I enjoy them all and this leaves me in a state of dilemma, which one to choose? So, I created “Mixed Rhyme” out of love for the rhyming forms of poetry, by mixing-up some of the rhyme forms.
“Mixed Rhyme” poetry is really easy to write, you must only have the patience— counting syllables. The willingness to do the “counting” is the best help to learn writing poetry in a mixed rhyme. Indeed, my own success in writing my poetry in this form has come from possessing the patience of a saint. Yes, it cost me nothing, I’m just a very patient person in all I do, same for my writing. Hey, why don’t you try it yourself!
By the way, I won’t wish you “good luck” writing in this form, ‘cause we, being a writer, all know that there’s no luck needed in writing poetry, but only our own willingness to do/ to write is involved. Of course, I do wish you try and have fun writing your own “mixed rhyme”. And, if you seriously want to learn the secret how to write a “Mixed Rhyme”, the best thing you have to do right now is to start writing one.
Here are some samples of a “Mixed Rhyme” I wrote:
The Poet, Who Asked the Birds How To Fly
O, behold the man, by the old sea
He closes his brown eyes, feeling free
Dancing to the wind, taunting the bee
He, who loves nature, although, carefree
Nevertheless, wants you all to see
Him, who hates watching gray clouds hide the bright sky
Where falcons, soaring high, relentlessly
Against the gusting wind, they’ve freedom to fly
Reveling in fleeting days, across the
Virulent sea, where he spends time
Lulling, unmindful of them
The naked ladies of Shem
On shoreline rocks, weaving blue rhyme
For he does not like to see those eyes, tinted
With hues of withered red roses on the ground
‘Cause there is no more beauty, in them, when dead
Or, in the eyes, when full of sadness, the sound
Of a unkempt sea, where its breath
Streaking his soul, without regret
Filled with un-prophetic news
That he, too, wished to fly, to set
Wings to where he won’t have to fret
‘Bout not wanting to peruse…
The whippersnapper, who n’er wanted to cry
He, the poet, who asked the birds how to fly
He, the man, by the old sea, hurt by heart’s lie
That, in forms, caused him to unveil
Whence readers can feel, the detail
Whether, penned in a single verse
Or, in a freestyle, like free-verse
Whether, it’s written in sonnet
Or, perhaps, in a rhymed couplet
Between lines, untangle his thought
And you’ll see me, the life, I fought
—
Secret Of A Mango Tree
I use time not on shorelines, watching
The great yellow orb…..never rushing
To fade and rest…..before the laughing
Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching
Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing
But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle
Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch
Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle
With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance
With the gadfly, that flatters free
As I spend the stolen time
Enjoying the nature’s rhyme
Till the tree bears fruits…just for me
Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is
No match against the brutal force of nature
Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis
Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture
The innocent soul, that still bleeds
In silence, the mango tree heeds
The wailing beats of its heart
Hapless, lying on the dead ground
While hungry beast started to pound
Feasted…till whole’s torn apart
Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder
With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder
Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder
Mango tree, a glorious image
Of little robin, now, in rage
No clue, if ever peace will live
In the heart of those, once, deceived
What goodness will it give watching…
The sun fades sure darkness it’ll bring?
Certainly, no one knows, but me
The secret of a mango tree.
3. Fiboquatro is a poetic form, consisting of two or three stanzas, a combination of a Fibonacci and a (quatrain) rhyming stanza of 4 lines, abab.
How To Write A Fiboquatro Poem?
Oh, you don’t have to be a mathematician to write a Fiboquatro poem. The Fiboquatro
poems are a superbly amatory gesticulation and oftentimes may covey your thoughts and feelings more articulately than spoken speech. Whether you agree on this or not, it is still my opinion…lol! The specific theme for this form is more of love and inspiration, but a poet writing in this form can have his/her own choice of theme.
Variation #1:
1st stanza: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 … Fibonacci syllabic count
2nd stanza: a basic quatrain, line 2 and 4 same syllable count and with an abab rhyming scheme.
Example:
Writing Fiboquatro
You
can
write your
own poem
of Fiboquatro
by combining a Fibonacci
and a rhyming quatrain;
‘tis lot of fun and so easy
to deal with and no pain.
Variation #2:
1st stanza: 13, 8, 5, 3, 2, 1, 1 = inverted Fibonacci
2nd Stanza: 16, 16, 16, 16 = all 4 line of same syllable count and must rhyme, abab.
3rd Stanza: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13 = Fibonacci
Example:
Her Wings Of Love*
her laughter fills the room, lingering over my skin
whilst frail soul dances to the beat
of her heart, lifting
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me, beyond
my bed
by
her
wings of love, her perspective for living, not only for today
but, for a brighter tomorrow, ‘cos as I speak to her she sees
me as in me, of yesteryears and of now, for her, I’m no way
despite being trapped, in a special caring, a boredom disease
but
her
love that
I feel more
of a survivor
than a victim of virulent
seas of pain, ‘cos she remained the same, a loving wife
* Poem published in “Voices of Hope” by Global Poets Guild
Variation #3:
1st stanza: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13 = Fibonacci
2nd Stanza: 15, 13, 15, 13 = 1st & 3rd line same syllable count; 2nd & 4th line
same syllable count and must rhyme, abab
3rd stanza: 13, 8, 5, 3, 2, 1, 1 = inverted Fibonacci
Example:
With Songs Of Morrow*
though
I’ve
been on
this stage for
so long and I’ve met
unbeknownst, souls come and go, yet
still I’m not losing my spirits to a supple death
and, I asked no one to feel sorry seeing my black hair fall
for I have seen that feelings myself, when they shaved me
it made me sigh for the loss, but I’ve nothing to fear at all
for my guardian angel says: soon, from pain you’ll be free
you, dear love, the time is on your side; use it wisely
and cry not for me, for I wash
my sorrow, with songs
of morrow
have faith
in
Him
* Poem published in “Voices of Hope” by Global Poets Guild.
Ok, you’ve learned the counting and the rhyming scheme of Fiboquatro, now what you gonna do is to have some practice writing it. If and only if, I force no one to write, but I do encourage everyone to explore the fun of writing this new form of poetry, the Fiboquatro, so if you have time to spare and/or have the penchant for writing or playing with words, why not take a few moments and give yourself a try at writing a Fiboquatro poem for someone you know, maybe for your friends, for your love ones or just for yourself, for fun?
But remember (and don’t blame me…lol!) if you entered your Fiboquatro poem in a poetry contest and didn’t win any poetry merits/awards/prizes, it is still okay, what matter most is the person you present your Fiboquatro poem will surely cherish it, as if it were written by one of the great poets. Winning the heart of one person or simply making others happy thru your writing is great than winning hundreds of poetry awards/prizes.
Yes, many of us tend to value an individualized present or gift, better than one that’s bought or purchased from gift store or online gift shop. Most certainly, other people do appreciate our time and travail we made on their behalf. So, come on, be creative and explore your senses!
4. Rhymethor is a poetic form with a title of 6 syllables, 3 rhyming stanzas of 6 syllables (rhyme scheme: aabb, ccdd, bbaa) and an inverted 3rd stanza of the 1st stanza, with a concluding line of 12 syllables, representing the total number of lines.
O, One Day You Will Ask
Welcoming misty spring
The Bluebells, sweetly, ring
Come quickly and listen
The love songs of Eden
Listen or you will miss
The transition of this
Sleepy, sleepy winter
To a spring of wonder
The love songs of Eden
Come quickly and listen
The Bluebells, sweetly, ring
Welcoming misty spring
Missing it, one day you’ll ask, “Where did my heart go?”
5. Rhyme Incorporated: Useful Tips on Writing Rhyme Incorporated Poetry
As we all know, there are so many types and genres of poetry and learning it one by one is time consuming, simply ‘cause one must first seek and understand the meaning of each form, before one can write a poem of his/her own in a chosen form or style, but if you are like me, (patient enough to learn new things) who loves creating/inventing new poetic form, then bare with me and I’ll share with you the hints writing poetry in a new poetic form called “Rhyme Incorporated”
A “Rhyme Incorporated” is a poetic form meaning “incorporation of poets’ names and the titles of their poems” in a new poem. Rhyme incorporated poem can be written as a short three mono-rhyming lines (a Tercet) or in multiple stanzas of mono-rhyming tercet and it is drawn from the titles of poems written by poets around the world. The rhyme scheme for this form of poetry is aaa, bbb, ccc, etc.; line 1 and 3 may or may not have same syllable counts.
I created “Rhyme Incorporated” as an answer to the calls of my peers/fellow poets: to write a tag poem (being played in 2007 at the Poetrysoup Community) to culminate the performance of other members by sharing a tag poem and have fun writing poetry.
Writing in this poetic form one must bare in mind to stay focus on his/her topic and no doubt must keep the interest of the readers. Also remember, in order to have a successful “Rhyme Incorporated” poem, one must read other poets works, (why? simply because how can you write a rhyme incorporated poem without knowing the names of the poets and their poems), then select the titles of their poems and with your own feelings/ideas, carefully construct a meaningful, interesting and heartfelt poem.
Well, the goal of this poetic form is to write a poem and at the same time to unite and to promote other poets and their works, and to foster and solidify brotherhood / sisterhood / camaraderie / friendship / peace among poets.
Surely, writing Rhyme Incorporated poetry is a lot of fun, enlightening and a very challenging activity. At first glance it seems difficult, but when you have the will to write, then I assure 99%, if not 100% that you can write a rhyme incorporated poem and the further you go in studying/writing in this form the closer you become the great master of Rhyme Incorporated. Oh, do not stress yourself or push your brain hard writing this kind of poetry, lest your work become meaningless and you end up not feeling well about me…lol.
And, if you are not a poet but has the craving to become one, just like me, and want to give it a try writing poetry, well there is always a solution. Use Google search and find an existing poetry forum/community/site, then join and start reading their works (you need to do a lot of reading, before you can write a rhyme incorporated poem) and at the same time read / commend their works. And, if you see an interesting title of poem that you can use for your own rhyme incorporated, list it down on a piece of paper and later write a poem, but only when you are inspired, ‘cos this way you can easily write in this form and the best part of all, it will make your poem a masterpiece that everybody will look at and of course, it will make you feel proud of yourself and feel like a great poet too.
Ok, here’s the simple rule of this poetic form, a poem is not a rhyme incorporated poem, without the names of other poets and their poems’ title in your poem. That’s it!
Lastly, do not forget to acknowledge the poets, for using their names and the titles of their works in your Rhyme Incorporated poem. This can be done by making a footnote at the end of your poem. A simple “thank you” note will be fair enough. Incorporating other poets or your own peers and their works in your rhyme incorporated poem is a compliment/an honor to all of them. But above all, be friendly or else they won’t allow you putting their names and titles of their works in your poem…lol! Good luck!
Here’s an example of a three line (Tercet) Rhyme Incorporated:
One Day In Spring*
O, waiting for John Heck “In Fields of Eden”,
when “I Kissed a Butterfly” for “Breaking the Pen”
that Brandlynn Scruggs asked for “An Hour in Heaven”.
*This poem consists of: Poet John Heck, his poem “In Fields of Eden”, Me- my poems “I Kissed A Butterfly” and “Breaking the Pen”, and poet Brandlynn Scruggs for her poem “An Hour in Heaven”.
Here’s an example of a longer Rhyme Incorporated:
Starless Night: The Art Of Giving*
1. I was reading Michelle MacDonald’s superb piece of art “Sea Shanty”
2. Secretly, under the haiku master Katherine Stella’s “Yum Yum Tree”
3. When smiling Carol Brown, invited me to her grand “Surprise Party”
4. The charming lady of the soup was no longer feeling bad or “Sideline”
5. After mending herself, thru helpful John Boak’s “Like The Best Wine”
6. I am not sure, if, playful Julie Bristow told her, the miracle of “Divine”
7. Thank God! Doret Cope sighed; she didn’t suffer from a “Stolen Love”
8. She enjoyed the work of Dawn Drickman’s “The Tiger And The Dove”
9. She is a good person, that I told her my secret, of having “Other Love”
10. At the party, Keith Bickerstaffe, without her luckless maid “Ophelia”
11. Was talking to Sir William Robinson, the great man behind “Mahalia”
12. I guessed she asked him why I wrote “O God, The Rat Has A Phobia”
13. Dancing flawlessly, to the nostalgic tune of Jeffrey Lee’s “Music”
14. Was my haiku mentor, she’s mesmerized by Mahalia’s “Light Magic”
15. But co-host, a certain Adam Piper was caught trapped, at “The Attic”
16. I did surprise all, even Sir William Robinson, “When I Stop And Pray”
17. I interrupted my recitation, of own favorite “Cast Your Doubts Away”
18. ‘Cos, I rather break my pen, but not a promise: “And To Thee, I Pray”
19. Epulaeryu chef Joseph Spence Sr. who “Makes The World Go Round”
20. Was explaining, his cooking, to sweet Elaine George, but “Spellbound”
21. By the strong romantic power, of yellow “Dried Rose On The Ground”
22. That got humble Daria Stone confused, of feeling “Unlocked, Not Free”
23. A beauteous Deborah Simpson smiled and asked him: “Sequester Me”
24. Joyful Karen O’Leary said, the handsome chef, will “Travel With Me”
25. Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing”
26. That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking”
27. I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lady in Waiting”
28. Let’s party! exclaimed silent Sami Al-Khalili, but not “Only In Winter”
29. That’s a real cool idea, and I said, how about in “The Field Of Summer”
30. Dame Marcyle Beer offered her place, called “Welcome To Fort Beer”
31. A rising star Taryn Melville proudly breezed in: saying “I Am From…”
32. But, party guy Anthony Slauson showed us his “Fingers of Freedom”
33. Leaving noble Alyssa Finley’s young mind fixated in “Dreams Come”
34. A free verse expert JeanMarie Marchese of Homosassa, uttered “Slow”
35. Let snow lover Linda Smith tell us first her “Footprints In The Snow”
36. Indeed, we’ve our time to introduce ourselves, before “The Cockcrow”
37. Sweet Elaine George arrived, when the night still had a “Tender Heart”
38. With a special gift, for Raquel Nicholson, ‘cos she has “a broken heart”
39. I learned that Big John Tanaskow did not wish to go “Back At the Start”
40. The party made poetic Mark Hansen expressed himself, in “Cloud Nine”
41. Perhaps he had consumed much of shy type Nicola Steel’s “Plumy Wine”
42. For he was too excited, to meet a bright Seema Ali, on a “Poetry Online”
43. Before the party was over, Juanita Ganir, sprung from her “Sacred Well”
44. And, old Londoner Matt Doe spoke, of his mighty “Showdown In Hell”
45. To a sexy Tamiviolet Manchas, but, she xoxoxo urged him, “Don’t Tell”
46. Many thanks, to photographer William Jones, for his “Living In Color”
47. A souvenir that reflects my own plea to “Make Me Whole, Once More”
48. A plea to everyone, to all friends, to remember that “My Name Is Thor”
49. That night, vibrant Effie Blake told me “You Don’t Have To Be A Star”
50. To see the beauty of this world or meet Troy Nelson, of the “Dead Star”
51. Ahh!!! My voice need to be heard, that I wrote “To You, Mr. Apolinar”
52. It’s about quest of heart and mind, of being simply “Me And The Moon”
53. Stressed Michele Nold had a simple request, “Where is the Bath Room”
54. I didn’t entertain her, for I felt dizzy coming out from “The Lost Room”
55. Then, I overheard grin-faced Oshin Ifedayo saying, “She’s gone at Last”
56. Who’s who? The “Christians, Muslims, Jews…” “Heaven Waits For Us”
57. A place of peace, where we can write a sonnet, of being “Home, At Last”
58. So, you can tag or be tagged, in our “Starless Night: The Art Of Giving”
59. I agreed, with Vince Suzadail Jr., that giving’s more of a “Human Being”
60. Tammy Armstrong liked the ambience, but said, “Something’s Missing”
61. Some didn’t come; they’re busy surfing, ‘cause “The Deep Blue Is Rough”
62. Historian Charles Fuller sent them a note, “I Hear You In A Photograph”
63. Now, I see why dear Tatiyana Carney has “Lock Box And Photographs.”
*”Starless Night: The Art Of Giving” is a long poem of 63 lines (not included the line count between stanzas) and has incorporated 43 poets and 65 poems.
Otsenre P. Ogaitnas 
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