Rhyming: The Resonance of Poetry?

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This essay puts forth the question, is poetry more appealing when rhyming is used.

Known in a general sense as a shorter form of literature, poetry can be quite complex in its composition, with many forms and definition behind its construction.

This piece won't go into great detail concerning the variables involved in the writing of a poem. Instead it will focus on the basic differences between unrhymed poetry, known as blank or free verse and rhymed poems. 

As the title asks the question, the point is the appeal of a rhyming piece as opposed to non rhyming works. In rhymed poems there is what is called a 'rhyme scheme' used to construct a poem. It involves the repetition of syllables typically found at the end of a line of verse and it is used in a continuing pattern of rhyming sequence woven through the piece.

Rhymes are classified by the degree of similar sounding words along with their placement within the lines or stanza. A rhyming poem always contains multipal lines of rhyming words.

On the other hand, blank or free verse doesn't follow the rules of rhyme or rythum. One well known type of this form of poetry is Haiku. With fewer rules of construction to follow free verse is very much 'free' and can lend itself to exploration within the frame work of poetry.

But with a lack of rhyming cadence does free verse resonate with the reader? Does the music like tone of a rhyming verse appeal in a way which gives reader a type of comfort?

Here are two abreviated examples of both types of poetry. 

The first is by Robert Frost. 

Whose woods these are I think I know

His house is in the village though

He will not see me stopping here

to watch his wood fill up with snow...


The second is by Elizabeth Barret Browning

Of writing many books there is no end

And I who have written much in prose and verse

For others' uses, will write now for mine,

will write my story for my better self...

So in general, which form of poetry do you think may resonate more within the heart of a reader?




Submitted: November 18, 2021

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Derina Peng

Robert Frost's metered rhyme of course. Nice essay. Hope to see more of this topic.

Sat, November 20th, 2021 11:19am


Thank you for your comments Derina.

Mon, November 22nd, 2021 1:17pm

olive tree

Excellent question, Berry. I tend to agree. There's something about repetition that attracts the mind.

I just published a rhyming poem ending with a haiku!

It just sounds better.

On the other hand, the ability of the writer must be taken into account. Or...

The emotional driving force.

It can almost feel like you're vomiting up your soul, sometimes, when you're REALLY trying to jot down what you believe to be the truth, or express a unique and understated but important idea.

The initial lines in the masterpiece "So you want to be a writer?" by Bukowski state:
"if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it."

Also, this is an excellent example of a masterpiece of a poem with no rhymes whatsoever (but it does contain repetition to be fair), from "The Awakening", by Alejandra Pizarnik:

Lord/ The cage has morphed into a bird/ And has taken wing/ And my heart is mad/ For it howls at death/ And smiles from behind the wind/ At my delirium

What am I to do with fear/ What am I to do with fear

Light dances no longer in my smile/ Nor do seasons burn doves in my ideations/ My hands have despoiled themselves/ And have gone where death/ Teaches the dead to live

Lord/ Air punishes me for being/ Behind the air there are monsters/ Drinking of my blood

Disaster is nigh/ It’s the time of full void/ It’s time to bolt the lips/ And hear the wretched growl/ As I muse all my names/ Hung in nothingness/

Lord/ I am twenty years old/ And so are my eyes/ And yet they say nothing

Lord/ I have consummated my life in but an instant/ The last innocence has burst/ Now is never or never more/ Or is it?

How come I don’t commit suicide in front of a mirror/ And vanish only to resurface at sea/ Where a liner would wait for me/ Decked out in lights?

How come I don’t pull out my veins/ And make them into a ladder/ For me to escape to the other side of night?

The beginning has given birth to the end/ Everything will stay the same/ The worn-out smiles/ The selfish interest/ Questions of stone in stone/ The gestures that mimic love/ Everything will stay the same

But my arms still long to embrace the world/ For they have not been taught/ That time has run out

Lord/ Jettison the coffins off my blood

I remember my childhood/ When I was already an old woman/ Flowers died in my hands/ Because the wild dance of joy/ Had ravished their hearts

I remember the black sunny mornings/ A child I was then/ That is, yesterday/ That is, centuries away

Lord/ The cage has morphed into a bird/ And has devoured my hopes

Lord/ The cage has morphed into a bird/ What am I to do with fear

Sat, November 20th, 2021 1:22pm


Wonderful thoughts on the heartfelt lure of poetry. Thank you so much for your comments olive tree!

Mon, November 22nd, 2021 1:22pm

olive tree

“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” - The Old Astronomer to his Pupil, Sarah Williams

Sat, November 20th, 2021 1:29pm


Yes, the lovely song of the poem. Thank you olive tree.

Mon, November 22nd, 2021 1:23pm

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