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A quatern is a french form of poetry. Rhyme scheme- Abab cAca adAd eaeA A- refrain line Syllabic scheme- 8 syllables per line. The thunders roar and rain drops pour, Over green leaves and thatched roofs. Rivers and ponds swell more and more. Rain drops clatter like trampling hooves. Lightening flash and those dark clouds grin.  The thunders roar and rain drops pour. Cool, pure rain drops wash every sin Of each man and comfort his core. Little children float boats to explore Wonder lands which lie in their dreams. The thunders roar and rain drops pour. Paper boats sink with childish screams. A poet sits alone with his pen At cool nights… other people snore. A good wet poem the world does gain. The thunders roar and rain drops pour.

{ A pantoum is an unique form of poetry which emphasizes on repeatation of lines. For more information search http://www.shadowpoetry.com } Winter comes with cool shades of greys. Oils become dry on his canvas. He again paints the dull sun-rays, Falling on brown earth and green grass. Oils become dry on his canvas. Dryer are clouds, rivers and dews, Falling on brown earth and green grass. Farmers behold fields' golden hues. Dryer are clouds, rivers and dews. He beholds shades of joy and Farmers behold fields' golden hues. 'Farewell autumn' sings the grass-land. He beholds shades of joy and He again paints the dull sun-rays. 'Farewell autumn' sings the grass-land. Winter comes with cool shades of greys.

{ This is an experimental acrostic poem. This has 14 unmetred, non rhyming lines. }  S he walked down that deserted street... Alone. H er face stern to suppress flow of tears. A nd others smiling at her torn clothes, D ark cut marks, rewards from that beastly man, O n her limbs and torso, rewards from him, W ho had killed her man, profaning her love. O n and on she walked, beastly eyes kept smiling. F orbearing her from meeting those greedy eyes... H er feet dragged her towards that graveyard, E ntombed, where her man was lying, clad in orchids. R akes of city crept behind her... She ran. M erging with her shadow, someone gave her faith. A nd walked with her arm in arm untill her death. N one except her felt- the shadow of her man.

{ This is a palindrome poem. } Grey tears falling And Now dark oceans, Forging muted tempests, Wreck ship of life... In that dark dusk. Dusk dark... That, In life of ship-wreck, Tempests muted...forging Oceans dark now And Falling tears grey. 

 The shadow child crawls upon earthen floor Throwing long shadows on the sun baked walls. The shadow child crawls near a broken down door Under a thatched roof as the darkness falls Shadow mother cooks dried fish and rice. Smokes puff through thatch like shadows in those void. Shadow kids eat 'em all, (yet) hunger never dies. The shadow mother gets  salt and mango seeds. In the twilight those shadow children crawl. Look... A long coat clad shadow approaches them. Their lanterns burn slow...fuel oil runs too low. He takes their lanterns...goes back the way he had come. As he takes their lanterns far and farther, Look... Their shadows grow larger and larger. 

{ This poem is a  Double-tetractys Syllabic scheme-1,2,3,4,10, 10,4,3,2,1. Rhyming is optional} Kid   Does not Fear shadows. He laughs with joy Watching the shadows silently mimicking him . But adult feels haunted, sees shadows creeping Behind his back And he fears His own Self...