II. Shaun’s prompt guidelines

I’m generally a rhymer having long been a lyricist but do like experimentation too. In these busy times I’m also a fan of brevity. So for today’s prompt let’s try a poem that utilises internal rhyme where possible and keep the length between 8 and 16 lines.

Below is a helpful guide exploring different types of internal rhyme — feel free to use any (or several!) in your poem.

 What is Internal Rhyme?

Internal rhyme is a rich poetic device that creates musicality within a line or across lines. Here are several types, with clear explanations and examples:

1. same-Line Internal Rhyme

Definition:
Rhyme occurs within a single line.

Example:
I went to town to buy a gown.
I took the car and it wasn’t far.

town / gown, car / far occur inside their own lines.

2. Middle-to-End Rhyme

Definition:
A word in the middle of the line rhymes with the end word.

 3. Multi-Word / Compound Internal Rhyme

Example (Poe, “The Raven”):
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary.

dreary (middle) → weary (end)

Definition:
A phrase or combination of syllables rhymes with another phrase or word.

Echo / Repetitive Rhyme

Definition:
Repeating similar sounds to create a musical echo (not necessarily exact rhyme).

Example:
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew. — Coleridge

blew / flew echo each other.

5. Enclosed Internal Rhyme

Definition:
Two rhyming words frame a phrase within the same line.

Example:
The sound of the hound was all around.

sound / hound frame “of the”.

 6. Chain Internal Rhyme

Definition:
A rhyme links across several lines, creating a chain.

Example:
He found the key beneath the tree,
The tree that grew by the sea,
The sea that roared with mystery.

Lkey → tree → sea → mystery
(rhyme echoes across lines)

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Jim was always slim, as he went to the gym, not on a whim – it was just “him”.

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W3 Prompt #185: Wea’ve Written Weekly

holiday warmth holds

candles scented with nutmeg

tasted in eggnog

add cinnamon sprinkled leaves

welcome the autumn season

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#Easy Peasy Writes – 11/12/25

James looked wistfully at the trees in the yard, wishing the autumn leaves were clinging still on the brown limbs. Autumn was his favorite season and he was grateful to live in an area where all the seasons passed. Spring was another favorite, with those tender pale green leaves slowly uncurling, it was such fun to watch how nature creates. Now he sadly watched the leaves turn brown and black, falling and then be unceremoniously swept into black bags. But ever vigilant, the changes could heal – not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days before the coming of the snow. The cycle would repeat as ever and he looked forward to the frosty windows and snowflake beauty. Every season has its own beautiful quality. He sat back in his favorite chair, stirred the fireplace logs, and said goodbye to autumn.

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Prosery: My November Guest

Tired of all sugarless hacks

Wanting a real sugary snack

Joe raided the fridge

Not even a smidge

Of sweetness he didn’t find Jack!

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

Monday Poetry Prompt: Frost

POSTED BY BARTHOLOMEW BARKER ⋅ NOVEMBER 10, 2025 ⋅ 3 COMMENTSFILED UNDER FROST, POETRY PROMPT

Tonight, those of us in North Carolina, USA, are likely to get our first frost of the season and it won’t be just a frost but a hard freeze. So let’s welcome the cold this week by writing a frost poem. Winter’s coming but you still have time to post your poem in the comments below.

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freezing wind

snowflakes gathering

ice formed branch

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Monday Poetry Prompt: Frost

The thrum and echo of laughter never late to his mind as he stepped up to speak. To think he had embarrassed himself previously, to a mass of constituents the week before came to the front of his memory to hold him responsible to be better informed this day. As he perused the crowd before him, the mix of fear and trepidation was always at the ready. He held onto the podium to steady himself and then began to speak. To his own amazement, his voice was calm and his facts were true. The crowd quieted, listening carefully, his reward.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #450

Here are this week’s questions (not an egg in sight this week):

1.  If you were a colour, what would you choose to be? Green
2.  What one piece of advice would you give your younger self? Be yourself
3.   What was the best piece of advice you were ever given? Listen
4.   If you needed advice on a matter, who would you ask (friend, family, professional etc) Family

Gratitude: I am grateful that my family is safe and healthy.

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Share Your World 10th November

Trump’s conceit hopefully will be his pride before the fall.

Three Things Challenge #MM239

Poem form:Haiku 3,5,3 syllables

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Poem form: Ambahan – Philippines. 7 syllables per line, no restrictions

What do you see # 314- 10 November 2025

“Look at that clock, it’s turning so fast, it actually creaks!” Everyone turned and saw no change in the minutes or hour. The second hand moved slowly as always. Joe stood rooted in one spot, his eyes glued to the clock. Suddenly the years displayed on the bottom of the wooden timepiece started to stir. No one but Joe acknowledged this. Then Joe’s voice started to echo through the room, but still everyone seemed oblivious. “Before this slips into another year going by, I think the loop will be stopped if you all just look at it!” It was then Joe heard footsteps behind him and everyone started laughing. Another successful New Year’s Eve prank on Joe.

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Wordle 731