Diabolo is a poetry form invented by Dennis William Turner, writing on All Poetry as Dennisturner19.

His specifications and an example:

A poem of two, six-line, iambic stanzas.
Each stanza:
Lines 1,2,4 and 5, iambic tetrameter with rhymes at syllables 6 and 8.
Lines 3 and 6, iambic Dimeter with rhymes at syllables 2 and 4.
Rhyme scheme:
(a,b,)(a,b,)(c,d,)(e,f,)(e,f,)(c,d, )
(g,h,)(g,h,)(i,j,)(k,l,)(k,l,)(i,j, )


Man’s instinct was to stay alive;
He fought so that he may survive
And procreate,
But time for fighting should be done
And lasting friendships could be won.
A noble state.

All people should say “No” before
Their leaders choose to go to war.
The shame should cease.
To kill is such a frightful sin;
We must all do the right thing in
The name of peace.

Dennis William Turner, August 2017

My Example

Supremacist [Poetry form: Diabolo]

I hate him cuz he’s not like me,
and we’re a special lot, you see.
we’re white and loud.
As white privilege (without a need,
our culture’s flaw, no doubt, indeed.)
A rightful crowd!

To bully people, black and brown
we threaten them and back them down;
our tool is fear.
Our president equivocates;
thinks screaming is just give and take –
so cool and clear!

Lawrence Eberhart, August 2017

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DENTURN is a poetry form invented by Dennis William Turner, writing on All Poetry as Dennisturner19.

Stanzaic: 2 stanzas of iambic tetrameter
2 stanzas of  trochaic tetrameter
Rhyme pattern: poet’s option.

It is comprised of two IAMBIC, tetrameter quatrains stating a point of view.

This is followed by a stand-alone one, two or three syllable word or phrase. For example: but – unless  – but then – although – until, – however etc., Providing the TURN.

The concluding two quatrains, in TROCHAIC metre, make the argument, (emphasised by the change of metre.) 
SPECIAL NOTE: If two syllables are used at the TURN, then the following line should have ANACRUSIS in order to make the seamless transition between metres.

1. One or more unstressed syllables at the beginning of a line of before the reckoning of the normal meter begins.From <http://www.thefreedictionary.com/anacrusis>

Here is the author’s first example:

Go For It

I’m in a quandary, on the spot:
Now, should I exercise or not?
I’d much prefer to just relax
Instead of pounding running tracks.

The gym is not the place for me;
The sofa is the place to be!
I’d rather browse the Internet
Than run a round and smell of sweat,
It’s true that heart disease is stealthy,
Even when you feel quite healthy.
Maybe running at the double
COULD be worth a little trouble.

My excess will take some shifting,
Maybe I could try weight lifting?
This great book will show me how,
Here’s my chance; I’ll start right now.
Dennis William Turner

My first attempt:

Puppies  Form: Denturn

The puppies chew on furniture,
and eat up books I’ve out on loan,
which now require expenditure
and thus become my very own.

They chew things just to hear them crunch
and chewed up paper lines our hall,
They miss the training pads a bunch
and won’t all come each time I call,
and yet,
I don’t believe I’ll give them up;
Can’t release a single pup
They have taken up my heart –
Dollars aren’t just cause to part!

All of them should outlive me.
(Vets and food and toys aren’t free),
Joy and love and laughter reign –
Puppies make me young again!
Lawrence Eberhart – 7/18/17

Here are comments by Mr Turner:

Although your piece was technically correct, the use of catalectic lines in the Trochaic section gives it the ‘feel’ of acephalous iambic.
The real essence of the Trochaic section is the double-syllable end rhyme. It is this that gives the strong contrast with the first section, (along with the stressed syllable to start the line of course.)
I know that I have used a catalectic ending for my final rhyme, but that was deliberate in order to finish with a stressed syllable for emphasis as in the punchline of a joke. In fact, I’ve used the same ploy on other Denturns that I have written.
I much prefer the strict tempo approach in order to get the full feeling of contrast.
My opinion. What do you think?

WHAT I THINK. Dennis is spot on! Here is my revised poem.

Puppies (Revised) Form: Denturn

The puppies chew on furniture,
and eat up books I’ve out on loan,
which now require expenditure
and thus become my very own.

They chew things just to hear them crunch
and chewed up paper lines our hall,
They miss the training pads a bunch
and won’t all come each time I call,
and yet,
I don’t believe their ever leavin’
Can’t release one puppy even.
They own me now; I’m enchanted.
Planned to sell but I’ve recanted.

They’ll outlive me, so I reckon
We’ll share love ’til angels beckon.
Joy and love and laughter reign –
Puppies make me young again!
Lawrence Eberhart – 7/25/17

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This is a form invented by Lisa Morris , aka Streambed on Allpoetry.

Streambed is so grounded in sonnetry, that it spills
over into most everything she writes, but in this case
she has decided to become mischievous and play in the
muddied waters of Roundeaus and Rondels as well.

The SonnetyRondel might better be described as a
SonnetyRondeau because this form uses the rentrement
or first phrase of L1 as a refrain rather than the
full line as in the Rondel.

Stanzaic: Four quatrains
Metric: Iamic pentameter and di-meter
Rhyme Scheme: abaB baaB abaB|

Her first example
My Heart is True (SonnetyRoundel)

My heart is true and ever will be so;
it murmurs love in words, which always new
pour from this ink, and catch you in their flow;
my heart is true.

I know the richness and the truths of you
and listen to your sighs when they ache low
and all your desert’s storming sandy blow.
My heart is true.

The years to come will ease the pain you know
with tenderness, which took deep root and grew
while beauty then, we’ll cultivate and sow;
my heart is true.

My example

You Know My Mind (SonnetyRondel)

You know my mind and always think of me;
and even when my acts may seem unkind,
you know I never meant for them to be,
you know my mind.

You know the warts and flaws you’ll sometimes find
that other people simply cannot see,
and disregard them – how sweet love can be!
You know my mind.

I’m sure I know at least a thing or three –
and love is thoughtful, if it is not blind!
You tolerate my spontaneity.
You know my mind.

Lawrence Eberhart – July 4, 2016

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Gemstone poetry form

This is a form invented by Lisa Morris , aka Streambed on Allpoetry.

It is a 32 line poem made up of four 8 line stanzas.
Each stanza consists of 5 iambic tetrameter lines, and 3 iambic trimeter lines
The Rhyme pattern for each stanza is ababccba (with independent rhyme)
Meter: Lines 2,4, and 7 are iambic trimeter, the rest are iambic tetrameter.                                                                        


 Here is Streambed’s Introduction:

I believe this is a new form; if you know of it from somewhere else, please give me a link and I will include the information.

It is named after the poem I created it for: “The Gemstone” below.


She kept a gemstone hid away,
once given, at a ball,
because she feared her mother’s say;
she’d force the man to call.
She hid it in her silks and floss
beneath the chest’s enameled gloss,
and underneath it all
the gemstone there in splendor lay.

She took it out when nights were still
and held it to her breast,
which surely was the man’s first will
when they had kissed, caressed.
It felt so cool against her skin;
she wished for his strong eyes again
and then she was distressed
and paced before her window sill.

 He said he’d claim her as his bride
before the year was out,
and on this word she had relied,
but now she had her doubts.
The heiress of a large estate
with many, many hearts in wait
and many gifts to tout
was seen with him, out on a ride.

She laid her trust down in the drawer;
the facets, too, were there,
and in her mind, she heard the roar
of dancing in his care.
That night might be all that they had,
and if it was, her heart was glad
the gem he chose to share;
for it too sparked within its core.

 The form map is:

8 A
6 B
8 C
6 B
8 A

My example

Chivalry  (Gemstone)

I chose to honor womankind
as Arthur said we must.
They may be common or refined
but chivalry they trust.
They often can and will beguile;
they were designed to make men smile.
They promise more than lust;
they nurture using heart and mind.

For man there ought to be one maid
eclipsing all the rest
and she need never be afraid
when he’s put to the test.
I’m a man who loves them all,
the thin, the fat, the short and tall;
mankind is so well blessed
with diverse beauty, so arrayed.

A young man is not always smart
when wooing just for sport.
He’ll take a trollop or a tart
and happily consort.
No harm is done to either one
if both agree it’s just for fun.
Take care!  Do not distort –
nor trifle with another’s heart.

If chivalry can take control
and lead you through your life
you’ll play a noble happy role
completely free of strife.
You’ll grace the days of maidens fair
creating jealously nowhere;
you’ll please your chosen wife
 thereby making two lives whole.

© Lawrencealot – February 15, 2016

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Note the use of the acephalous (headless) foot in the final line
Although a volta is not mandated, line 7 seems the proper place
should you choose to employ a turn.



The Symetrelle is a form created by Julie Moeller Writing on Allpoetry com as Bluejewel.

She describes it thus:

It begins and ends with a single subject line that is 7 syllables.   
It has ‘a hat and boots’, mono-rhymed couplets 
that lead you into and out of the subject with a 9 syllable count.  

At the heart of it is a mono-rhymed 4 line quatrain with an 11 syllable count.


Here is one of her poems:


I don’t have to be perfect

From tragedy, it became my goal

Trying to untangle guilt from soul


It is exhausting to keep toeing that line

Always giving more, at everything outshine

Perhaps time expectations to realign 

Embracing forgiveness of self is divine


The sun rests too, as part of its role

Soothing peace after a day of toll


I don’t have to be perfect.

My Attempt

Inviation to Meditate (Symetrelle)

Invitation to Meditate

The many shades of tranquil

Invite a moment’s meditation,
a time for stress to take vacation

Set aside just briefly all that so compels,
the tasks upon which your mind so often dwells,
absorb solace from the sight, the sounds, the smells;
thrive in noting all the tension this dispels.

When cleared of complex cogitation
your mind provides imagination:

the many shades of tranquil.

© Lawrencealot – November 24, 2015

The Author’s template



Shrinking Verse

 This is a form created by Mary Lou Healy, writing on Allpoetry.com.

The Shrinking Verse is:

Stanzaic: It consists of three or more stanzas of diminishing length written in common meter, followed by a single rhyming iambic tetrameter couplet. Usually the stanza preceding the couplet is four lines in length.

Metric: It is written in common meter (alternating lines 0f iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter.)

Rhyme: Each stanza has its own alternating two rhymes and the final couplet rhymes aa.

Volta: The final couplet provides a turn, a twist, or a summary of the poem.

Here is the author’s example:

THE SACRIFICE (The Shrinking Stanza) 

Dark forces held the earth in thrall
and morning did succumb.
In strict command, night covered all
and beat a muted drum.
But Blanche, the maid of light, did call
her white doves swift to come,
to sweep away the fearsome pall
and new day’s guitar, strum.

They gathered all the darkness in,
absorbed it, one by one,
until day’s magic could begin
to summon forth the sun.
Blanche and her flock will always win
though task is never done.

The price they pay to rescue day
is burdensome and sad;
to keep the clouded night at bay,
they’re e’er in blackness clad.

Oh, white and black, those opposites
on which time’s glass of hours sits!

(c) Oct. 17, 2015 – Mary Lou Healy


My example:


The universe in iambs beat
except when more excited
and then there may be many feet
that spring up uninvited.
When two electrons chance to meet
their meeting is high-lighted
with touches that are short and sweet
that leave mere men delighted.

God particles and nutrinos
are hypothecated;
entanglement that comes and goes
with distance unrelated
are guesses because no one knows
(’til after they’re cremated.)

But we can listen to the clatter
and some may then conclude
that changing states of God’s matter
ought be left to that dude.

Iambs will work, ‘cept when they won’t.
Should we all care? Because I don’t.

(c) Lawrencealot – October 21, 2015

In appreciation of Mary Lou’s teaching me about the sanctity of feet versus syllables, I have freely used feminine rhyme  throughout.









Rhyming Wave

The Rhyming Wave is a poetry form created by Katharine L. Sparrow, American writer and poet who writes on Allpoetry.com.

The Rhyming Wave is:

Stanzaic: Consisting of 2 or more quatrains plus an ending couplet.

Metric: Lines 1 through 3 are Iambic tetrameter and
line 4 is iambic trimeter.

Refrained: Syllables 6 & 7 of line one are repeated as syllables 2 thru 7
and syllable 8 is the same in both lines and syllables 1 & 2 are of line 3 are repeated in line 4
Refrain: The ending couplet is the first and the last line of the previous stanzas.

NOTE: The author is amenable to having poets substitute rhyming as well as identical syllables.  I have done so in my example poem.

Rhymed: Rhyme scheme Aaab BBbc CCd AD, where the capital letters represent refrain words or refrain lines.

Here is the author’s own explanation. At the end I have included a visual template that may help some.

The Rhyming Wave is a form of my own invention. The instructions seem complicated, but once you start writing it, you will get it pretty quickly.
A Rhyming Wave is so named because words repeat themselves, similar to waves lapping over and over again on the shore.
A Rhyming Wave has at least 2 verses and an ending couplet. Each verse is four lines with the first three written in iambic tetrameter (4 “feet” of 2 syllables each) and the fourth line three feet, or six syllables. The ending couplet will be the first and last lines of the poem repeated.
To write a Rhyming Wave you must know how to write in iambic meter. This is the da-DUM, da-DUM rhythm. If you don’t know how to do this, your Rhyming Wave may not come out sounding as it should. As with all iambic metered poems, it does not have to be PERFECT, but it should sound melodious to the ear.
– First line: 4 iambic feet (8 syllables)
She dwells among the foamy swells,
– Second line : syllables 6 and 7 of line one are repeated as syllables 2 through 7 (three times) and syllable 8 is also repeated as syllable 8.
the foamy, foamy, foamy swells–
– Third line: 4 iambic feet (8 syllables) last syllable rhymes with last syllable of lines one and two
Beneath the cresting waves she dwells,
– Fourth line: first 2 to 3 syllables (whichever fits) of line three are repeated/ six syllables only
beneath the ocean’s roll.
Verses 2 through 4, same pattern – first line of each verse rhymes with last line of previous verse:
Her song floats from a sandy shoal
a sandy, sandy, sandy shoal–
her voice that creeps into the soul,
her voice, a crooning trill.
And over all a misty chill
a misty, misty, misty chill–
she’ll sing again, it’s sure she will,
she’ll sing her haunting tune.
Her humming soothes the silver moon,
the silver, silver, silver moon,
where stars will span the ocean soon–
where stars will hear her song.
Ending couplet, first and last lines of the poem:
She dwells among the foamy swells,
where stars will hear her song.
* poem must have at least 2 verses, but there is no limit to the number of verses
ENTIRE POEM/ a Rhyming Wave:

Mermaid’s Song
She dwells among the foamy swells,
the foamy, foamy, foamy swells–
beneath the cresting waves she dwells,
beneath the ocean’s roll.
Her song floats from a sandy shoal
a sandy, sandy, sandy shoal–
her voice that creeps into the soul,
her voice, a crooning trill.
And over all a misty chill
a misty, misty, misty chill–
she’ll sing again, it’s sure she will,
she’ll sing her haunting tune.
Her humming soothes the silver moon,
the silver, silver, silver moon,
where stars will span the ocean soon–
where stars will hear her song.
She dwells among the foamy swells
where stars will hear her song.

Example #2/ a Rhyming Wave

Rose Covered

A cottage in the shady wood,
the shady, shady, shady wood–
amid soft, leafy arms it stood
amid the woodland trees.
Perfume hung on the hazy breeze
the hazy, hazy, hazy breeze
where roses opened for the bees
where roses blossomed red.
The roses climbed and gently spread,
and gently, gently, gently spread–
they made the walls a flower bed,
they made the cottage sweet.
A respite in the steamy heat,
the steamy, steamy, steamy heat–
a cool and comfortable retreat
a cool and quiet place.
A cottage in the shady wood,
a cool and quiet place.


My example:

Pleasant Quest

He waited for the perfect mate
the perfect, perfect, perfect mate
the one he would appreciate
the one he knew he’d find.

She’d have to have a caring mind
a daring, rare and caring mind
to make him leave his quest behind
to make him say, “It’s you!’

Enroute he took a playful view–
a playful, playful, playful view
before he chose to say, “I do”–
before he chose his bride.

He had a very pleasing ride–
a pleasing, teasing, pleasing ride
He mostly left girls satisfied.
He most enjoyed the search.

He waited for the perfect mate
He most enjoyed the search.

© Lawrencealot – August 27, 2015

Visual Template

Rhyming Wave


This is a form created by Daniel Lake, writing on Allpoetry.com.

I have provisionally named it the Lakelet.

The Lakelet is:
Stanzaic: Consisting of 3 or more sestets.
Metric: Each stanza consisting of five lines of iambic tetrameter
and one line of iambic trimeter.
Rhyme scheme: abcccb

Daniel’s Original work:

If I Could Write

If I could write the perfect words,
Contained within the perfect line
That sets your mind to think again,
Embraced by love, encased by pain,
Enrapturing it’s sweet refrain,
So buried in its rhyme.

If I could write exquisite form,
That takes your breath and stills your heart,
To make you read and read once more
Each tiny vowel that you explore,
That you’d remember evermore;
A wondrous work of art…

But I am just a simple man
Who writes of love, or mystic birds,
Of summers sweet or winters snow
Or war and peace, or skies that glow,
Who strives to gain that high plateau:
If I could write those words…

© 2010

My Example

Old Buddies (Lakelet)

Although we both said that we’d call
and promised that we’d keep in touch
as routine fills our daily life
me with, and you without a wife,
we’ve settled down, and absent strife
we haven’t called that much.

If distance played a lesser role
we’d meet each other every day
to stimulate and satisfy
and obfuscate and edify
and simply bull-shit guy to guy
to pass the time away.

Our needs are handled where we are
and habits mostly seem worthwhile
and while a call is not a chore
it’s something both of us ignore
though each of us should do it more
because it makes us smile.

© Lawrencealot – July 30, 2015

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A form created by Laura Lamarca in June, 2015.

Form description:  rhyme scheme aaa,bB,cc,dd,bB. 
8 syllables per line in iambic tetrameter. 
11 lines per stanza.  3 stanzas (33 lines) total.
Content must be nurturing, spiritual.

Laura’s Untitled Poem

Please take this gift to give you hope
and then, in walking, you will cope
without that weight hung on life’s rope.
You are not on your path alone,
there’s two of us on this stroll home,
towards that light which beckons us
amongst those bright stars, just because
it’s where our spirits choose to hide
when human needs have leaked inside
our solid selves of blood and bone.
There’s two of us on this stroll home.

Please take this gift to give you peace
a languid smile, a soft release
so trauma, on your path, will cease.
We do not walk this way with dark,
there is a ray…a lasting spark–
a warm embrace, a lazy kiss
a reason why we walk like this…
as fallen few and guiding lights
we bring lost “feel” on deepest nights
and though we leave no sign or mark
there is a ray…a lasting spark.

Please do not walk without me near
do not begin this road with fear
for to true selves we must adhere
as life clings on to our firm feet,
we must go on, our goals complete.
Raze brambles from our disarray
remove the stains that just can’t stay.
and if you find yourself alone
then don’t fret dear, I’m coming home…
this world shall not, us both, defeat
we must go on, our goals complete.

At the time I composed this poem, and template, the form had not yet been named. Since I had to call it something for filing purposes, I called it the Lamarkable, I have since found that Laura name it LaCalma

My Example

No Village Needed (LaCalma)

The kids have gone, they’ve left the nest
and now, we thought, we’ve time to rest
that is so wrong; you might have guessed.
The kids move back, the grandkids too –
like me, they want to be near you.
As grandpa now I have my fun –
the pampering has just begun.
The parents change the diapers now
(but grandpa still remembers how)
They like your cooking, that is true –
like me, they want to be near you.

Economy these days does suck,
so with parents some kids are stuck
for grandkids though that is good luck.
They get to live a life that’s swell
Gramps chose his wife so very well.
Papa is constant source of fun
but Grandma is the careful one.
She keeps their enegy constrained
when grandpa acts like he’s untrained;
he knows she will, and you can tell,
Gramps chose his wife so very well.

When a step-niece who grew up wild
became involved and had a child
though there were tears, still Grandma smiled.
Rescuing people was her way
and Grandma does that to this day.
Extended families grow unbid
from thoughtless things teenagers did
yet somehow someone up above
assures the unbid will find love.
Dispensing love is just her way
and Grandma does that to this day.

© Lawrencealot – June 10, 2015

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Triple Stance

The form was created by Lisa La Grange, writing on Allpoetry.com.

The Triple Stance is:
Stanzaic: Consisting of any number of sestets
Metered: Each stanza consisting of 4 lines of iambic dimeter, and 2 line of iambic trimeter.
Rhyme Pattern: abcabc, where the a-rhymes are feminine.

My Example

What Knees? (Triple Stance)

What Knees

My sister fretting
about her knees –
“They’re knobby, don’t you think?”
“What I am betting’s
that no one sees
them; have another drink.”

“So stop your loathing
cus I’ll make book
one thing is crystal clear,
If you’ve no clothing
they’ll never look
below your thighs my dear.”

© Lawrencealot – July 6, 2015

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Triple Stance