I will be, of course, honest in this comment.

-We find what lies within the truth,
On tattered paper; scripted words.
While vowels tend to hold their youth,
Tired consonants go oft unheard.-

^I am not sure do I like this start. I suppose that is really hard to write with eight syllables per line but I think that your rhyming quite ruined atmosphere here. It isn't bad, very creative stanza, though maybe it would be better and more vivid if you create more free substance. I think I like it, it is good part but not breathtakingly amazing.
Also, I am unsure, and sorry if I am wrong but
I think that second line has seven syllables.

-Between the lines of new and old,
We find what lies within the truth.
Their secret thoughts: ours to unfold,
Mine eyes unstopping, begin sleuth.-

^I wouldn't say -mine eyes- here, but your choice.
Anyway you continued poem excellently. You managed to greatly repeat that line and your rhymes are very unique.

-As pages bend: scent of vermouth,
Between the picket-fence like lines,
We find what lies within the truth.
And slow, I crack it's weary spine.-

^Wow! Here you utterly fascinated me. My favorite stanza, it posses so much power and you managed to show might and beauty of the Quatern in it. And comparing with this one first stanza seems little weak.
Anyway I applaud to you for this lines.

-These pages act as old soul's shroud.
Word's loving touch on skin does soothe.
And only in linguistic crowd,
We find what lies within the truth.-

^Imagery is really superb here, very vivid and remarkable part.
I think that you ended this on a very good way. Original I must say.

Overall your rhyming is brilliant. Whole piece actually impressed me. You did fantastic job and this form isn't simple. Very interesting and refreshing subject too.
I have one suggestion though, and that is just my opinion but maybe whole piece would be even better if you switch places of some lines, and follow abba rhyme. So it would be:

We find what lies within the truth,
On tattered paper; scripted words.
Tired consonants go oft unheard,
While vowels tend to hold their youth.

Between the lines of new and old,
We find what lies within the truth.
Mine eyes unstopping, begin sleuth;
Their secret thoughts: ours to unfold.

Between the picket-fence like lines,
as pages bend: scent of vermouth,
we find what lies within the truth.
And slow, I crack it's weary spine.

Word's loving touch on skin does soothe.
These pages act as old soul's shroud.
And only in linguistic crowd,
We find what lies within the truth.

Just a suggestion though but I like it on this way.

One more thing about third stanza in last line:
-we find what lies within the truth.
And slow, I crack it's weary spine.-

^I think that it would be more powerful like this:
we find what lies within the truth,
and slowly, crack its weary spine.

I enjoyed in this one.

I will be, of course, honest in this comment.

-We find what lies within the truth,
On tattered paper; scripted words.
While vowels tend to hold their youth,
Tired consonants go oft unheard.-

^I am not sure do I like this start. I suppose that is really hard to write with eight syllables per line but I think that your rhyming quite ruined atmosphere here. It isn't bad, very creative stanza, though maybe it would be better and more vivid if you create more free substance. I think I like it, it is good part but not breathtakingly amazing.
Also, I am unsure, and sorry if I am wrong but
I think that second line has seven syllables.

-Between the lines of new and old,
We find what lies within the truth.
Their secret thoughts: ours to unfold,
Mine eyes unstopping, begin sleuth.-

^I wouldn't say -mine eyes- here, but your choice.
Anyway you continued poem excellently. You managed to greatly repeat that line and your rhymes are very unique.

-As pages bend: scent of vermouth,
Between the picket-fence like lines,
We find what lies within the truth.
And slow, I crack it's weary spine.-

^Wow! Here you utterly fascinated me. My favorite stanza, it posses so much power and you managed to show might and beauty of the Quatern in it. And comparing with this one first stanza seems little weak.
Anyway I applaud to you for this lines.

-These pages act as old soul's shroud.
Word's loving touch on skin does soothe.
And only in linguistic crowd,
We find what lies within the truth.-

^Imagery is really superb here, very vivid and remarkable part.
I think that you ended this on a very good way. Original I must say.

Overall your rhyming is brilliant. Whole piece actually impressed me. You did fantastic job and this form isn't simple. Very interesting and refreshing subject too.
I have one suggestion though, and that is just my opinion but maybe whole piece would be even better if you switch places of some lines, and follow abba rhyme. So it would be:

We find what lies within the truth,
On tattered paper; scripted words.
Tired consonants go oft unheard,
While vowels tend to hold their youth.

Between the lines of new and old,
We find what lies within the truth.
Mine eyes unstopping, begin sleuth;
Their secret thoughts: ours to unfold.

Between the picket-fence like lines,
as pages bend: scent of vermouth,
we find what lies within the truth.
And slow, I crack it's weary spine.

Word's loving touch on skin does soothe.
These pages act as old soul's shroud.
And only in linguistic crowd,
We find what lies within the truth.

Just a suggestion though but I like it on this way.

One more thing about third stanza in last line:
-we find what lies within the truth.
And slow, I crack it's weary spine.-

^I think that it would be more powerful like this:
we find what lies within the truth,
and slowly, crack its weary spine.

I enjoyed in this one.

Amazing job. The first especially caught my attention. Some rhyming poems sound forced but this poem sounds very natural and flowing and I love the hint of philosophy in these lines:

We find what lies within the truth,
On tattered paper; scripted words.
Tired consonants go oft unheard,
While vowels tend to hold their youth.

^Indeed, some of life's most wonderful gifts are hidden and the most humble-looking and often ignored.

I love this poem.
everything about is was beautiful.

never stop writing.

Really awsome... Made me really slow down and absorb it.... Honestly wouldnt change a thing. I LOVE how that same line carried on throughout the poem... Excelent job