Harrisham Rhyme, created by the female poet, Harrisham Minhas, belonging to the State of Punjab in India.

It is a six-line rhyming stanza. 

In this form, the last letter of the first word of each line is the first letter of the first word of next line.

There is no restriction on the starting alphabet of the first line.


Rhyming scheme : ababab.




It is time to take a chance
To write a heart full of rhyme.
Over the moments, your poetic parlance,
Recharges you, time-after-time.
Surely and simply, words will dance.
You begin where you end, so sublime.


Copyright © 2020 Walter J Wojtanik


  1. Momma Called them Resurrection Lilies

    Bunches of these lilies spike like pink
    undulating fountains rising from green
    nests woven by weedy foxtail, links
    enlaced by wind so that sight unseen
    no hint of leaf making one to think
    of death; phoenixes, they rise serene.

  2. The Scent of Grief

    A fragrance lingers in lonely places.
    Aromatic oil of grief, attar of sorrow
    come from graveyards. The traces
    emanate for all the lost tomorrows,
    emit the scent of unfolded graces.
    There the for-get-me-knot reposes.


    Some folks enjoy rhyming:
    embedded in scheme,
    delighted in priming
    delectable scene
    exact in its timing –
    tight; metrically clean.

    © Marie Elena Good, 2020

  4. The rocket speeds at last to outer space,
    engines blast in thrusting flames of white.
    Starlight leads their journey to that place,
    Traveling through the atmosphere at night.
    Guided by desire to leave a trace —
    Daring astronauts’ nocturnal flight.

  5. Resurrection Lilies Redux

    Whirligigs spin in shades of pink
    shine kaleidoscopic atop stems of green
    each bursting through soil in a blink
    heeding warm rain’s call til sight unseen
    great fistfuls bloom making one to think
    tho kissed by death we’ll rise serene.

  6. It’s Rhyme Time

    It seems it has been a long time
    Too long if you choose to ask me
    Oh, I’m not saying it’s a crime
    However, I guess it could be
    Ready now to write in rhyme
    Your challenge is just fine with me


    Autumn is a time for slowing,
    nestled in the cooling days;
    deigning to display its glowing
    grace to all in soothing ways;
    ever changing, ever sowing
    relief from summer’s sweltering phase.

  8. Memorial

    We didn’t know each other well
    Eight of us at the table
    The conversation did swell
    Eating and talking as we were able
    Gracing with memories clear as a bell
    Granting comfort to feel more stable

  9. Verse of Everything

    the poet by the county road
    every day cherishes his dreams
    years gone by lines he wrote
    savoring everything he sees
    good and bad he notes
    every detail bigger than it seems

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