Tuesday, 28 September 2021

Quatrain poems

 The breeze is fresh and free 

And it spikes a fire inside of me 

Nature is so pretty and sweet 

And from it I shall never retreat


The mountains above queenstown are crisp and clear 

With snowy caps full of beautiful fire 

Which lets no person staring at them full of fear 

No these are mountains for everyone to desire 


The grass is green 

The mountains are white 

The sky is blue 

And full of light 


Trees grow everywhere 

Strong thick, their beauty is clear

With colors red green and sometimes yellow    

No One looking at them could possibly lear 


Hello my name is Lotte and welcome to my blog! Today we are doing Quatrain poems if you don't know what a Quatrain is, it is a poem that originated in france and the way of defining it is that its a rhyming poem with basically no boundaries except a rhyming scheme but the good thing about Quatrains are that you can use all of the rhyming schemes as you can see above I have used the rhyming schemes AABB, ABAB ABCC and ABCB. I hope you enjoy this post!          


 

 

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