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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.
The Fiboquatro is a poetic form, consisting of two or three stanzas, a combination of Fibonacci and a stanza of 4 lines, with an abab rhyming scheme.
Forgetful Poe(t) If you don’t want to speak, Why did you call me!? You’re disturbing me, honey You know, I’m really busy; I’ve a poem to finish, about us. Ok, come to my place, If you want; By the time you be here, Surely, I’m done with my writings. Speak, O speak to me now, I can’t let this poem go… Fluttering to an unknown grave. So serious, you are? As if I’ve done something wrong, What’s up honey, bad mood? No, nothing, O my dear Poe(t); I just waited for you, for hours. You’ve forgotten our date!
O, Mother Earth O, Mother Earth, you’re so rich, with butterflies’ songs and full of olden lullabies, sung by mountains and valleys while rivers keep flowing through the ever-changing seasons of life. You speak the language I hardly know, but your silver touch sends me a tingle, that great joy and laughter bejewel the lake of green. Your yellow orb scattered sparkly gems on the blue water of a mesmerizing sea; as for your majestic sky, it wraps, gently, its arm around me whilst I gaze, at-night, at the stars. O, Mother Earth, take me to the fortress, where kings and queens meet and teach me… the graceful dance of the wind.
Truth is most responsible and caring parents love to see their precious children to have a bright future, a well established career. Indeed, it is the prime duty of all parents to raise their children and provide them what they need in their life. Parents must serve as a good example or a role model for their children, because what they see from their parents, they will certainly do the same.
Magdalena Hey pretty girl, it’s your choice If you decided sitting there alone, he said Taking a sip of his starwars--- a vodka, with coke He let the smoothness of it fills his throat. But, can’t get your eyes out of me, she said Having a continuous puff of her cigarette In her candle like fingers; Well, then you can join me, if you wish? Really? He asked; His face brightens, With hope. Why? Having a second thought of joining me, If you want to meet me, have a seat I’ll give you my address, she replied. Yes, yes I like meeting you; As he looked at her smiling He said, I think
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

