The Vers Beaucoup, a poem for created by Curt Mongold, which is French for "many rhymes".
Each stanza consists of four lines with a rhyming word scheme of:
Each rhyme can only use a MAXIMUM of three words. The fourth "a" rhyme carried over to the second
line causes enjambment and creates a strong internal rhyming structure.
An example of the form with the rhyming words capitalised for clarity:
The Last Goodbye
Photos turn WHITE OVERNIGHT in my SIGHT.
I can't FIGHT with you ANYMORE in this WAR
with no SCORE. The MUSE will LOSE
when you CHOOSE to have PRIDE, then HIDE.
I can't BEAR to be THERE while you SHARE
your vacant STARE with my PAIN like an INSANE
WEATHERVANE. Wounds with SALT, never your FAULT
in your VAULT with your EXCUSE so OBTUSE.
Drink your WINE as the SIGN of the FINE
LINE that you CROSSED gets TOSSED,
EMBOSSED with your NAME is the SAME
tired GAME that you play EVERYDAY.
Traded me IN for a WIN so THIN,
it's a SIN to BELIEVE I will GRIEVE
as I LEAVE. I KNEW that what GREW
wasn't TRUE. Now I CRY the last GODBYE.
Copyright © 2008 Curt Mongold