The Triquatrain form was created by Robert L. Huntsman. It is a quatrain poem in tri-rhyme with a specific rhyming pattern (see below). Lines 1 and 3 have internal rhyme whereas lines 2 and 4 do not.

Rhyme Pattern:

(a,a)
b
(c,c)
b

(d,d)
e
(f,f)
e

(g,g)
h
(i,i)
h

. . . and so on.

The groupings in the parenthesis are on one line separated by a comma. This poem can be of any length or subject and do not require perfect meter.

Example #1:

Oh God of Mine

Oh God of mine, you’re so divine, 
are you not here with me,
with open arms, that heals not harms, 
the one I cannot see.

I’ve lost my way, I have to say,
that I have pain galore,
for you to find, I’m way behind,
and headed for the door.

Like li’l Bo Peep, who lost her sheep,
your flock just may not last,
it’s no err to say, it’ll stay that way,
you’d better do something fast.

You said you’d come, that’s fine for some,
but me I’m still not sure,
the doctor’s can’t find, ‘cause they’re way behind, 
and they still don’t have a cure.

So I will vow, and bid adieu for now,
and climb into that big dark hole,
for me to stay, and not go away,
you’d better come save this soul!

Copyright © 2006 Robert L. Huntsman

Example #2:

The Ice

The ice was here, the ice was there, 
the ice was all around,
it was so bright, on a moonlit night,
but no one could be found.

The ships main mast, seemed not to last,
when the mighty ship hit the swells,
the men were brave, but the forty-foot wave,
had taken all her sails.

Down to bare, with no one there,
except the memories of her crew,
as death just kissed, with a starboard list,
this mariner’s time was due.

So the sea doth claim, another ship to mame,
as she slowly slips to the floor,
now men will shout, as they sing about,
how she could have made the shore.

Copyright © 2006 Robert L. Huntsman

Example #3:

The Final Door

I will miss your gentle touch, ‘cause you meant so very much,
and thought our love would grow,
but you had another plan, when you found the other man,
now it’s time for me to go.

Don't waste your touch on me, for this I did not see,
with you behind the wall,
was nothing I’d not do, with the love I had for you,
and thought we had it all.

Now it’s time to say goodbye, I know that you won’t cry,
so don’t give back your ring,
it was our true love token, but now the vows are broken,
I know you won't feel a thing.

It’s sad but oh so true, my eyes won’t gaze on you,
the way they had before,
and I will surely miss, your gracious tender kiss,
as I close the final door!

Copyright © 2006 Robert L. Huntsman