Okay, so I just wrote a poem named Suicidal Roses and realized that I had never seen this rhyme form before. So I'm pretty sure I'm the one that came up with it but if someone reading this has seen it before I would appreciate it if you would contact me.
I have named this form the Lilliam Rhyme. It consists of 6 stanzas of 3 lines each. The rhyme scheme is:
aba - cdc - efe - gbg - hdh - ifi
Basically the first and third lines rhyme in each stanza with the second line rhyming every third stanza. So here is an example with accompanying notes:
Suicidal Roses
A Oh, fairest rose of purest touch,
B With my lineage upon you seeping,
A It is my soul that you doth clutch.
C I feel your thorn inside my wrist,
D With the blood that runs beside,
C And it makes me believe that I exist.
E I see your bloom begin to wilt,
F While sorrow escapes my eyes,
E Because in you I view my guilt.
G Now, as your petals begin to slide,
B I sense my spirit lull to sleeping,
G And in only you this I confide.
H I isolated myself from all of them,
D Because I let my fears reside,
H And for this I myself condemn.
I I feel the coldness begin to invade,
F Singing the Reaper's song I despise,
I And I embrace my destruction unafraid.
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I hope that is clear enough but if there are any questions you can IM me.
This is about the new form I created named The Lilliam Rhyme.
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This was sad but I thought it felt a lil warm (I dont think its the bright background). Your sense of guilt and worthlessness you fabricated beautifully. My fav lines
C I feel your thorn inside my wrist,
D With the blood that runs beside,
C And it makes me believe that I exist.
I I feel the coldness begin to invade,
F Singing the Reaper's song I despise,
I And I embrace my destruction unafraid.
Ms. Lilly you are quite nasty wit it.
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this reminds me of a poem i once wrote for a friend of mine a couple years ago.
i have always thought that a rose and its thorns are the most poetic metaphor to describe alot of things from addictions to drugs/alcohol or a bad relationship to all the beautiful women struggling with anorexia/bulimia nervosa nad alot of other strugglesome things in life that seem to fool one into thinking something is good when it causes harm.
this write fits in perfectly with all i have read before.
funny (in a cynical way) how well misfortune makes for such a caustic muse.
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