Seguidilla It’s a seven-line stanza with a specific rhyme scheme and rhythm, often used in Spanish folk songs. Guidelines: 7-line poem Syllable count: 7-5-7-5-5-7-5 per line One assonance rhyme between lines 2 and 4; another one between lines 5 and
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Treochair It’s an Irish form that employs an interesting syllable count with rhymes and alliteration. Guidelines: Treochair employs a lot of alliteration Variable number of tercets (or three-line stanzas) Three syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and
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Hir a Thoddaid This six-line form is like other Welsh forms in regards to a slight variation in line length and some complexity in the rhyme scheme. Guidelines: 1— xxxxxxxxa 2— xxxxxxxxa 3— xxxxxxxxa 4— xxxxxxxxa 5— xxxxxxxbxx 6— xxbxxxxxa
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Bob and Wheel Quintain (or five-line) stanza poem Rhyme scheme of ababa First line has 2-3 syllables Lines 2-5 have six syllables per line Word to use: swing Stanza: one Poem: I swing over yellows and greens sigh of relief I bring when
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This poem is written for Penmancy’s Penmuse contest. It is a Kwansaba Invented by Eugene B. Redmond in 1995, this form was inspired by the seven-day holiday of Kwanzaa, including its seven principles of unity, self-determination, collective work, cooperative economics,
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The whirring sound of the fan in my counselling chamber broke the silence between us. I could see her nervously twirling the ends of her dupatta. Through my acumen and experience as a psychologist, I knew it to be a
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Disclaimer: The characters in the story are fictitious and bear no resemblance to the original historical characters. This story is a Distend of my attempt for Quintale 63 https://penmancy.com/who-is-julius-caesar- The warm glow of the spotlights in the Birchwood auditorium
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I grabbed my pen and paper and sought solace on a bough, A tinge of blush rose to my cheeks to encapsulate love. I could sprinkle some alliterations-an easy task for me, Being a loner, despair descended to use obvious
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Buckinghampshire 1943 The sound of thick, marching boots broke the silence of the night. The melancholic air hung heavily over the surroundings suffocating every living being in vicinity. There wasn’t a breathing soul out on the streets. Noor slithered through
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The imperial city of Valzhemir was imposing, with towering minarets, ornate palaces and indomitable fortresses. It was the pride of the citizens and all past rulers. Common men and royalty who visited were awe-struck, never wanting to leave the
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