This is a help thread I am starting. I haven't seen anything on here introducing the different forms of poetry, so I thought I'd go ahead and start one.

You are more than welcome to post up other forms not listed here. This is a user thread where I would love for users to participate. ALSO! I expect people to write a poem using the form, so I will only post a couple at a time first.

There will be links provided here to the descriptions of the forms.

I hope this helps out my fellow writers.

FORM LINK LIST


1) Ghazal--- Pg 1. LNT
2) List Poetry--- pg 1 LNT
3)Roundel --- pg 1 kitsuneneo
4) Abecedarius --- pg 1 kitsuneneo
5) Sonnet--- pg 2 LNT
6) Italian Sonnet -- pg2 Amulet
7) Minitue Poem --pg2 aq_aria
8) Cinquain-- pg2 LNT
9) Syllable poem -- pg 3 tenderwhispers
10 & 11) Tanka and Haiku --pg 3 Tenderwhispers

Ghazal

from Poets.org:

The ghazal is composed of a minimum of five couplets--and typically no more than fifteen--that are structurally, thematically, and emotionally autonomous. Each line of the poem must be of the same length, though meter is not imposed in English. The first couplet introduces a scheme, made up of a rhyme followed by a refrain (The italized part). Subsequent couplets pick up the same scheme in the second line only, repeating the refrain and rhyming the second line with both lines of the first stanza. The final couplet usually includes the poet's signature, referring to the author in the first or third person, and frequently including the poet's own name or a derivation of its meaning.

IE--
What will suffice for a true-love knot? Even the rain?
But he has bought grief's lottery, bought even the rain.

"our glosses / wanting in this world" "Can you remember?"
Anyone! "when we thought / the poets taught" even the rain?

After we died--That was it!--God left us in the dark.
And as we forgot the dark, we forgot even the rain.

Drought was over. Where was I? Drinks were on the house.
For mixers, my love, you'd poured--what?--even the rain.

This is my Ghazal

My Love Order


Journal sketches of forms cuddling what lovers never tell-
he was your charcoal dream, but I fancied him my lover. Never tell

he breathed deep against the grain. I must refrain from
noticing how my fingers tickled. Oh, what lovers never tell!

Fickle little changes, but he asked me not to erase, “for
imperfection is the beauty that laces what lovers never tell."

Engraved is that penciled smile hiding the hardened mind
of what I never knew; wishing to find what lovers never tell.

List Poetry-

(Yes this is a real kind of poetry.) This is often a free verse, but uses a list of items to make a poem. Much like: Ways To Take Over The World, or something along there. I couldn't find any worth while source to post, so you'll just have to take my word for it.

:D

My list poem::

The Not-So-Surreptitious Grocery List:

Some books for the kids
Milk
Eggs
Yo---
You slip a nimble glance over the shelves
to the other side. Is it a plumper sight by candle light?

---gert
Bread
Bagels
Potato chips
Cheddar---
Cheater, too bad you’re not willing
to be a pumpkin eater unless it’s steaming
on her windowsill. Your shadow jumping
from room to room to catch a quick taste.

---cheese
Hamburger
Hot-dogs
Roasted---
against a plastic fireplace,
did you enjoy love on a fold-out Motel 6 bed?
The green and yellow basket left me crumbs to
follow when it came back with plaster painted
with rings of roses and poises.

---pork
Carrots
Onions
Peppers
Sweet---
Jesus! A picture may say a hundred things
but it's different when a hundred things show
up saying that rabbit hole you spotted
ran from Vegas to the next street over.
You're luck just fell down.

---Potatoes
Peanut butter
Jelly

Got it all?
Well… almost.
I forgot you back at the tea.
Not that I’m really looking. I’m done
listening with my eyes. They can’t lie
for you anymore. This Goldilocks found
out her big bad bear was just some little piggy
crying all the way to another bedroom.
Try to blow me over;
it’ll be off with your mini head.

Roundel

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:

A roundel (not to be confused with the rondel) is a form of verse used in English language poetry devised by Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909). It is a variation of the French rondeau form. It makes use of refrains, repeated according to a certain stylized pattern. A roundel consists of nine lines each having the same number of syllables, plus a refrain after the third line and after the last line. The refrain must be identical with the beginning of the first line: it may be a half-line, and rhymes with the second line. It has three stanzas and its rhyme scheme is as follows: A B A R ; B A B ; A B A R ; where R is the refrain.

Swinburne’s poem A BABY'S DEATH[2] contains seven roundels, which follow all the above rules. Here is the fourth roundel, which became a song Roundel: The little eyes that never knew Light when set to music by the English composer Edward Elgar:
The little eyes that never knew (A)
Light other than of dawning skies, (B)
What new life now lights up anew (A)
The little eyes ? (R)

Who knows but on their sleep may rise (B)
Such light as never heaven let through (A)
To lighten earth from Paradise? (B)

No storm, we know, may change the blue (A)
Soft heaven that haply death descries (B)
No tears, like these in ours, bedew (A)
The little eyes. (R)

My Roundel:

Stepping in the Sand

I crave the shore, the ocean’s roll,
moist salt against my face once more.
Beneath my feet, sand grips the sole.
I crave the shore.

Its flotsam breeze rides waves that roar,
That burst against my willing hull.
Yet, still this wanting leaves me sore

with need to see the neon sol.
I walk across Earth’s outer core
to oversee the water’s glow.
I crave the shore.

YAY! It's moving! I'll have to try that. It very interesting. Thank you for your in put! XD

I was debating whether or not to try the ghazal. It looks cool.

I really like the Ghazal personally. It was the first form I actually tried. It's a lot easier than described and I've seen a few different ways to use it. The only problem I found with it was getting the refrain to always make since with the rest. I read in one description that each pair of lines is suppose to stand on it's own, but as far as I've seen in other's writings, I haven't found one that could do that and they told me mine fit the description fine.

The list isn't one of favorites though. I think I only used it because it fit my idea for the poem. Otherwise, I try to avoid them as they tend to get a bit too prose-like.

Abecedarius

Abecedarius
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

An abecedarius is an acrostic in which the first letter of every word, strophe or verse follows the order of the alphabet. Abecedarius is also a generic term for an alphabet book, which dates back to Biblical writings such as the Psalms, which used successive letters of the Hebrew alphabet as the first letter of each stanza.

Examples

'A Bear Climbed Down
East From Great Height
In Jest Killing Lame
Millipedes Never Offending
Pretty Queens Realizing
Somewhere That Umbrellas
Visit Well-tuned Xylophones
Yearly Zimmerman
Although Big Chefs Don't
Eat For Good Health
In Jest Kids Like
Making New Organic Pizzas
Quite Readily Served To
Unassuming Villagers While
Xylophonists Yodel Zanily
A Black Cat Danced
Even For Good Hearing
Iguanas Just Kites Lay
Many New Octopuses Print
Queens Ready Sometimes The
Underside Vacuums While X-rays
Yell Zanily

There are many different ways to do an Abecedarian poem, mostly it just involves some manner of using the Alphabet, whether starting each line with the next letter or each word with the consecutive letter. I bent the rules a bit, but it was still fun.


Alliterary Assonance

Vehemently vexed,
partly puzzled, perplexed,
she sat staring sidelong
counting carrots convex.
He, helpless, hears
dancing delicate dears.
Joeys joyfully joking
enraptured egg ears.
Melodious moose
free fly footloose.
An arctic anteater
glomped Gabriel Goose.
Kay’s kingly kites
tore through tan tights
while walruses wobble
lamenting low lights.
Yorkshires yipping,
zebras zealously zipping
under ugly umbrellas
rabid ravens are ripping.
Quivering quail
never nicked nickel nails.
(incarceration instant)
Bailey Beagle bought bail.
Xavier’s xylophone “Xena”
outwitted Olivia!
Tall trees telling tales
cavort in cantinas.



You'll note that my poem has 28 lines, but I did use all 26 letters.

Yeah, I'm not a fan of the list either. It just feels weird to me. I had to try a whole bunch of different forms for a poetry class I took, and it was fun to try all the different kinds. Its also amazing how much you can do to each form and it still be considered that kind of poetry. Well, with the exception of the rigid-rules ones, like sonnets.

:gonk: Don't talk to me about sonnets! I'm currently in the process of doing a Sonnet Redouble. It's killing me in so many ways I can't even begin to describe it. But my pride won't let it end until I at least do one and do it well! :illgetu:

I'll work on that Abecedarian one and post it up tomorrow. I'm about to finish off the last couple of sonnets and then the crown will be complete! :twisted:

Awesome. In the mean time, I may work on a ghazal of my own and I'm debating whether or not to post my English sonnet. lol.

Well, I'm posting one of my sonnets. It's the only one outta the Redouble that's actually in iambic pentameter. After it, I went modern for the other 14.

SOOO!! Without further ado--

The Sonnet from Sonnets.org:
In a traditional Sonnet:

The English sonnet has the simplest and most flexible pattern of all sonnets, consisting of 3 quatrains of alternating rhyme and a couplet:

a b a b
c d c d
e f e f
g g

As in the Spenserian, each quatrain develops a specific idea, but one closely related to the ideas in the other quatrains.

Not only is the English sonnet the easiest in terms of its rhyme scheme, calling for only pairs of rhyming words rather than groups of 4, but it is the most flexible in terms of the placement of the volta. Shakespeare often places the "turn," as in the Italian, at L9:

What is doesn't say is that the sonent is also often place in Iambic Pentameter with 10 syllables a line::

A Meter consisting of stressed and unstressed syllables-
U-s-U-s-U-s-U-s-U-s

Ta da!!!

My sonnet--

From my Sonnet Redouble "Letters To Him"

XV. Last Letter – Dernier Cri.
Dust impact severs battered cloth restraints;
our papers efflux over walnut courts
so overgrown ivy greens air raid
the passion savored once as pages warp

and crumpled under fingers. Flowers raved
in multihued moss sheets you had debauched
for me -- deliverance of something great
my tealeaves ached. The lacking eager touch

should’ve realized your Eden would fall
between my entries overlooked by pens
and bugs; the vermin that consumes recall
of seasons spent beneath twigs by fountains.

This sod heart’s parched of leaves at autumn’s end.
Your eyes blow winter’s brittle and tossed winds.

My english sonnet:


Reasons to Smile

To all the world, go to your happy place!
You know it isn’t very hard to find.
For some, the beach is still their favorite space,
or mountain streams bring others peace of mind.
To catch a fish brings many endless joy,
those midnight games at college with your friends,
that Christmas day you got your favorite toy,
the sunrise on which every day depends,
the day that your first child called you “Dad,”
a time you jumped in puddles, danced in rain,
those blissful days of summer that you had.
Those mem’ries you wish to re-live again.
If all the world still had their happy place,
then why the deep-set frowns upon their face?

my english sonnet (i already posted it on a different thread so i have to do the quote thing):

Fallen Angel

You shake and tremble; tears run down your face,

Because of everyone who wants you dead.

Your heart’s held together with a silver lace.

To tragedy, it seems, you have been wed.

You yearn for forgiveness from those you avoid.

They hate you for all the mistakes you’ve made.

Your happiness is thoroughly destroyed.

Hidden well, your sadness is not displayed.

You’ve created a mask made out of rock.

Nothing can penetrate through your disguise.

Sorrow and despair deep inside you are locked

From the ones who seek to rip your heart with knives.

I see past your mask; I can read your mind.

I’m the silver lace keeping you alive.

Italian Sonnets (info from wikipedia):

The Italian sonnets included two parts. First, the octave (two quatrains), which describe a problem, followed by a sestet (two tercets), which gives the resolution to it. Typically, the ninth line creates a "turn" or volta which signals the move from proposition to resolution. Even in sonnets that don't strictly follow the problem/resolution structure, the ninth line still often marks a "turn" by signaling a change in the tone, mood, or stance of the poem.

In the sonnets of Giacomo da Lentini, the octave rhymed a-b-a-b, a-b-a-b; later, the a-b-b-a, a-b-b-a pattern became the standard for Italian sonnets. For the sestet there were two different possibilities, c-d-e-c-d-e and c-d-c-c-d-c. In time, other variants on this rhyming scheme were introduced such as c-d-c-d-c-d.

and now mine:

Current Way of Life


Why isn’t there more love than all this hate?

Why are there wars, deceit, and a need to fear?

It’s hard to breathe when the world’s flooded with tears.

We’re all headed towards ruin at this rate.

Minds have inverted: evil becomes great.

Compassion has begun to disappear.

There’s more suicide; no one perseveres.

What do you do when the world’s in this state?

Just keep living when all has gone awry.

When you feel like dying, keep moving on.

Love everyone and never hold a grudge.

You might not change the world, but you must try

To return the world back to ways foregone.

All in all just try to see past this dark smudge.

Thank you very much for your contribution! I'm very happy to see more participation with this.

Minute Poem
3 stanzas in 8,4,4,4;8,4,4,4;8,4,4,4 syllables
My Minute Poem:

Love

When in despair and all alone,
love will find you.
In the darkness,
you get a friend.

It will make you feel whole and healed,
and also feel
battered and torn.
Just Consequences.

Without love it's hopeless to care,
or even feel.
Love and live life,
for your own sake.

(It probably makes no sense. I'm not really that much of a poetry writer but I like doing it)

Thank you very much. I'll more than gladly put that up.

Cinquain
Poetry with five lines. Line 1 has one word (the title). Line 2 has two words that describe the title. Line 3 has three words that tell the action. Line 4 has four words that express the feeling, and line 5 has one word which recalls the title.




MINE:
Enigma

Your puzzle
scatters across paper.
Misunderstanding, I still desire
unknowns.

No one wants to submit any forms or try any posted?