Do you have the time to write one of these rhymes?

March 14th, 2010


Leonine rhyme, medial rhyme:
Rhyme that occurs at the caesura and line end within a single line, like a rhymed couplet
printed as a single line:
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers

Caesural rhyme, interlaced rhyme:
Rhymes that occur at the caesura and line end within a pair of lines--like an abab quatrain
printed as two lines:

Sweet is the treading of wine, and sweet the feet of the dove;
But a goodlier gift is thine than foam of the grapes or love.
Yea, is not even Apollo, with hair and harp-string of gold,
A bitter God to follow, a beautiful God to behold?

Or the following unusual example, an In Memoriam stanza (abba) printed as couplets:

Upon the mat she lies and leers and on the tawny throat of her
Flutters the soft and silky fur or ripples to her pointed ears.

Come forth, my lovely seneschal! so somnolent, so statuesque!

Come forth you exquisite grotesque! half woman and half animal!
Here are mine:

-Leonine rhyme-

I like to run out in the sun,
You want to be just like me!
Out in the street is not really neat,
Getting hit by a car will make you say “sh!t”

-Caesural rhyme-

Look Mom, Ohh wow, right over there!
Yay a moo cow, opps it pooped in your hair.

-In Memoriam stanza-

When time is spent drinking alcoholic fluid, life can be turned to ruin.
You might get caught out at the moon mooin’, more like a cow that a Druid.

Leonine rhyme:
The trees will bend to the pushing of the wind.

Caesural rhyme:
The bright light of the sun, sparkled on the ocean like gems;
In the hot summer we run from our school year problems.
We each tell an old story, that were once told as new;
Until the dawn becomes dark and stormy and we become few.


One Response to “Do you have the time to write one of these rhymes?”

  1. SARAH W Says:

    Leonine rhyme:
    The trees will bend to the pushing of the wind.

    Caesural rhyme:
    The bright light of the sun, sparkled on the ocean like gems;
    In the hot summer we run from our school year problems.
    We each tell an old story, that were once told as new;
    Until the dawn becomes dark and stormy and we become few.
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