A monostich has only one line.
Two lines of poetry that rhyme too,
That poem is a couplet for you.A epigram is a couplet that is witty,
All couplets aren't epigrams, it's a pity.Poems with three lines are of forms many,
Haikus, tercets, triplets or tristich (sounds zany),
Fixed syllables , strict rhyme or metre any.Then with lines four, the quatrains follow
Most common and great ease they allow,
And if your meters you well do know,
Beautiful rhythm your poem would show.
Quintains are poems of lines five,
Quintets for simple rhyme do strive,
Limericks need sarcasm to thrive,
A cinquain does aim to connive,
A pentastich from rhyme does shrive.The sestet with six lines is next,
Rarely used in their own right,
Often a part of the famous sonnet,
As many poets did often write.Septet of seven lines is quite old,
Fashionable till the seventeenth century,
Pleides, the night skies, extolled,
Rima Royal and rondelet had lyrical fury.Numerous are eight lines forms, the octave
The first part of a sonnet, or a single poem,
These eight lines are often a poet's fave,
As found in Byron's Don Juan.Nine lines seem a choice arbitary,
Though Edmund Spenser found success,
Lai, viralee, Rubliw and the novelinee,
Ronsardian and Trijan Refrain, none seem excess.Ten lines, were quite rare, it was thought,
Dezuin, Sonnetina and Tritina do abound,
Decastich, no rhyme nor meter is sought,
For the rest, specific rules are found.But then there are other types too,
Free and blank verses to name a few,
Iambic tetra meter or pentameter,
Syllables counts that make you falter,
Over sestinas you could rave or rant,
As are the poems from the Orient.Acrostic, Abecedarian and alliteration,
The tantalising teasing tautogram,
Elegy, dirges, odes and pentagram,
Ballads, bhajans, epics and epyllion.Epulaerya is all about delicious food,
A list poem, as its name, is just a list,
Mandakranta sets a divine mood,
Chastushka is a quatrain with a twist.Concrete poems are of flowing shapes,
Found poems, from publications taken,
Pastoral poem praise landscapes,
Erasure poems formed when words forsaken.Blitz has two word or phrases small,
And there is poetry that is prose,
An epistle is a letter as a poem you scrawl,
And a doggerel is poorly written rows.Poetic drama is dramatic verse,
Ekphrasis an ode to objects and art,
Vogon poetry is quite worse,
Aubade springs from the lovers' heart.Burlesque mocks a serious subject,
Satirical chastushka is put to music,
Grook, brevity and irony does inject,
Lyrical poetry, is well, a lyric.But it doesn't matter, which form the poems take,
The words and emotions count,
To cause laughter or thought or into tears break,
For a poet that is paramount.For what is a poem but emotion raw,
That flows from heart and soul,
Written as the poet thought and saw,
Of moments that from time he stole,
Joy, sorrow, laughter and awe,
Inked for eternity on the scroll.
I have no clue what I have written. It is 500 words and a hotchpotch of rhymes, meters and forms. Some make sense, mostly non-sense, but was fun to write. I could not fit in all forms and the types, (Pantoum, triolet, ghazal, tanka, and fixed verse are some that come to mind) but I hope to have covered quite a few.
I sort of felt it would be appropriate to incorporate as many forms and rhymes for the last poem of this challenge, and I would love to hear what you thought of this.
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Ambedo
PoetryA collection of poems for The National Poetry Month 2020. All in different forms. Each a learning experience. 🏆 First place in Azurite Awards (Moonstone - Poetry)