Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop

I found the interesting rhyme scheme for 'Though I Shoulder This Rain', in a poem by Dorothy Nimmo, the Settle poet who died a few years ago. (I live in Settle, Yorkshire.) Unfortunately I haven't got her poem to hand...

Though I Shoulder This Rain

Though I shoulder this rain like a pack,
I know a part of me will always be
in Johannesburg Transvaal, in Bellevue,
near the vagrant root of a flowering tree.

I know that part of me will always be
where purple jacarandas wash over the street -
with my brother feeding the pigeons, who with fencing wings
strut and bobble about his sandalled feet.

Where purple jacarandas wash over the street:
tender report of the popping flowers.
pressed by wheelers and walkers, the shouters, talkers
who pass under his balcony at all hours.

Tender report of the popping flowers.
Clickbang of lightning: my memories persist
vivid as the storm through England's drizzle.
They will stay with me as long as I exist.

I write a lot of my poems with rhyme and rhythm because I write for children. If you have children, or know of parents/grandparents/teachers, please tell them of my website: www.whiteheadm.co.uk Having said that I write for children, lots of adults tell me they like my work also.

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Just a tip - online rhyme dictionaries,
for the time when you just cant think of a ryhme.
Would apreciate comments and critique on my poems please
x

YAY for poets who use traditional rhyme!

YAY to YOU!

I am a children's poet, having just written my 230th children's poem. Do any of you feel that a separate section for children's poetry would be a good idea for PoemHunter? I think that teachers, looking for children's poetry, would like to have it separated from the main adult section. Anyone who agrees?

For All

Ah to be alive
on a mid-September morn
fording a stream
barefoot, pants rolled up,
holding boots, pack on,
sunshine, ice in the shallows,
northern rockies.

Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters
stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes
cold nose dripping
singing inside
creek music, heart music,
smell of sun on gravel.

I pledge allegiance

I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island,
and to the beings who thereon dwell
one ecosystem
in diversity
under the sun
With joyful interpenetration for all.


Gary Snyder

The Miracle of Death

The miracle of death is precise like the law.
Our bodies will decompose in their natural elements.
Perhaps we'll meet as underground streams,
as humus and salt at the roots of a plant
that will flourish and open its petals,
astounding everything with its anonymous beauty.
Our bones will blossom . . . .

...............................................*But the souls?
poor aerial creatures, they'll wander the clouds,
forever separate and never whole.


by Moikom Zeqo | I Don't Believe in Ghosts
Copyright © 2007 BOA Editions

* are spaces where each period signifies an enter mark.

I was wondering if anybody knew of any way to... 'feel'... iambic pentameter. I've been trying to do different forms, and a sonnet is what I thought of first, but I'm having trouble with iambic pentameter. I know what it is, definition-wise, but it's hard to 'feel' it... do you know what I mean? Can anybody help?

La la la la fa fa fa fa ra ra ra ra
may day lay pay
cry my lie tie
low toe no know
orange.......