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[Anonymous No.17823879]

>AACBBC rhyming scheme

[Anonymous No.17823906]

>EEEEE rhyming scheme

[Anonymous No.17823917]

I normally just lurk, but your post was stupid and funny, op. Keep it up, fren.

[Anonymous No.17823924]

>>17823906
Grumbly
Bumbly
Jumbly
Wumbly
Frumbly

[࿇ C Œ M G E N V S ࿇ !KNDYqWRDiE No.17823998]

EL SELVÁTICO PATRÓN RIMÁTICO DE LA SILVA ES EL MEJOR; EL MEJOR POEMA DE TODOS LOS TIEMPOS ES UNA SILVA («PRIMO SUEÑO», POR: JUANA INÉS DE LA CRUZ); LA SILVA ES LA ÓPTIMA ESTROFA.

[Anonymous No.17824015]

>>17823879
I know what BBC stands for, but what does AAC stand for?

[Anonymous No.17824039]

>>17823879
>aabbccbbaa

[Anonymous No.17824637]

>ACAB ACAB ACAB ACAB

[Anonymous No.17825021]

ABA
BCB
CDC

[Anonymous No.17825062]

>>17825021
terza rima! Mamma mia!

[Anonymous No.17825191]

>>17823879
>Ancient Aliens Cock British Broadcasting Company rhyming scheme

[Anonymous No.17825243]

>>17823879
>ABBA BCCB DED EFE

[Anonymous No.17825260]

>>17824637
AHAHAHAHA, I get it. You posted ol' Fentanyl Floyd who died while under police custody, thus sparking riots across the US and the Western world in which on of the popular chants was "All Cops Are Bastards," or ACAB. You then posted ACAB as if you mean to say it is a rhyming scheme but instead you mean to say that some nigger deserves retribution because he OD'ed after his life of crime and debauchery. Well memed.

[Anonymous No.17826930]

>>17824015
the same

[Anonymous No.17827077]

>>17823879
AAABBA

[Anonymous No.17827177]

>he needs literary crutches like rhyming scheme in order to enjoy poetry

[Anonymous No.17827271]

>>17827177
>he looks at a piece of art and cannot comprehend anything below the surface

[Anonymous No.17827299]

>his poem rhymes


pleb

[Anonymous No.17827327]

>>17825260
What was the point of this post

[Anonymous No.17827789]

>>17823879
I like this rhyme scheme. It gives you a nice sense of getting somewhere. Not many people use it though. Sometimes it's in the sextet of a sonnet:

Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine,
That, bravely masked, their fancies may be told;
Or Pindar's apes flaunt they in phrases fine,
Enam'ling with pied flowers their thoughts of gold;
Or else let them in statelier glory shine,
Ennobling new-found tropes with problems old;
Or with strange similes enrich each line,
Of herbs or beasts which Ind or Afric hold.
For me, in sooth, no Muse but one I know;
Phrases and problems from my reach do grow,
And strange things cost too dear for my poor sprites.
How then? even thus — in Stella's face I read
What love and beauty be, then all my deed
But copying is, what in her Nature writes.

— Philip Sidney

[Anonymous No.17827825]

>>17823879
>>17827789
Also isn't it technically correct to call this AAB CCB? Oh well, whatever. Dylan Thomas used this rhyme scheme quite a few times, although usually with half-rhymes:

---

WHEN ONCE THE TWLIGHT LOCKS NO LONGER
by Dylan Thomas

When once the twilight locks no longer
Locked in the long worm of my finger
Nor damned the sea that sped about my fist,
The mouth of time sucked, like a sponge,
The milky acid on each hinge,
And swallowed dry the waters of the breast.

When galactic sea was sucked
And all the dry seabed unlocked,
I sent my creature scouting on the globe,
That globe itself of hair and bone
That, sewn to me by nerve and brain,
Had stringed my flask of matter to his rib.

My fuses timed to charge his heart,
He blew like powder to the light
And held a little sabbath with the sun,
But when the stars, assuming shape,
Drew in his eyes the straws of sleep,
He drowned his father’s magics in a dream.

All issue armoured, of the grave,
The redhaired cancer still alive,
The cataracted eyes that filmed their cloth;
Some dead undid their bushy jaws,
And bags of blood let out their flies;
He had by heart the Christ-cross-row of death.

Sleep navigates the tides of time;
The dry Sargasso of the tomb
Gives up its dead to such a working sea;
And sleep rolls mute above the beds
Where fishes’ food is fed the shades
Who periscope through flowers to the sky.

When once the twilight screws were turned,
And mother milk was stiff as sand,
I sent my own ambassador to light;
By trick or chance he fell asleep
And conjured up a carcass shape
To rob me of my fluids in his heart.

Awake, my sleeper, to the sun,
A worker in the morning town,
And leave the poppied pickthank where he lies;
The fences of the light are down,
All but the brisket riders thrown,
And worlds hang on the trees.

---

What a fine poem. I wonder what it means? Anyone who can explain it will win a VALUABLE PRIZE*.

* To be eligible for a prize, contestants must be pink-haired, voiced by Yumiri Hanamori and star in Yuru Camp.

[Anonymous No.17828126]

>>17823879
>not using AAAABCCCB

[Anonymous No.17828245]

>>17827327
Seething.

[Anonymous No.17828255]

>>17823879
ABCB is the patrician choice. Also ABAB is acceptable.

[Anonymous No.17828260]

>>17824015
Anglo Autists Comforting Big Black Cocks

[Anonymous No.17828380]

Ottava rima: ABABABCC

English is not the best language for it, but since you don't read Italian or Portuguese here's an excerpt.

[Anonymous No.17828482]

>rhyming

[Anonymous No.17828489]

>not aabaabbabab

[Anonymous No.17828508]

>>17823879
>AACBBC
built for bbc

[Anonymous No.17828831]

>>17823879
>why yes, I do enjoy a good limerick

[Anonymous No.17829280]

>>17827299
A rhyming scheme is truly but a crutch,
a man of taste prefers a metered verse.

[Anonymous No.17830344]

>>17824015
mutt's law

[Anonymous No.17830428]

>>17828245

Pure Vitriol

[Anonymous No.17830588]

>>17827177
>>17827299
>not understanding the universality of rhyme and meter
>thinking it is a crutch and not a valuable and transcendent element of the song

[L b Elephant No.17830605]

>>17829280
I find if you can write let's just say 6 to 10 pages just using one rhyming cadence as a test of skill.

Using any other styles or scheme you would be virtually unlimited in what you could say
in ANY so called rhyming schemes.

[Anonymous No.17830654]

>>17828482
god you little faggots do not understand poetry at all, do you? of course poetry doesn't NEED rhyming or rhythm to be good, but guess what, there's a reason RAP is so popular and modern "poetry" isn't--it's because humans crave the space between song and beautiful language. Most poetry now sucks and does almost nothing for people (except for super elitist poetry fanatics), but if you were to get up on a stage and throw down an insanely good poem with tight rhythm and rhyme scheme that sounded good and had a nice flow, ANYONE could get into it, regardless of how much of your words they even understood. we are musical beasts, we need the flow and the melody.

So yeah, I'm thinking
>Rhyming
motherfucker.

[Anonymous No.17830660]

>>17827077
based Irish limerick appreciater

[Anonymous No.17831470]

>>17825260
Never explain the joke and never go full retard