Iambic Poems - Poems about Iambic

Laughter hides in the strangest of places. I laughed when she spoke, the sun's rays kissing her Beautiful smiling, the lilt in her eyes Betrayed promises of many tomorrows. It's no secret that our life's been hard-- NO-- A betrayal of modest happiness. And yet, I found joy. Laughter whilst walking, Joyful moments of tender lovesickness. I forgot...

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“Life's a gift, but sometimes sorrow moves the path of our tomorrow." _ by Poet From happy to heartbroken, we've become, without...

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Her beauty turned to malison and woe, As ladies, envious, scorn her radiant face, Their hearts, inclined to rivalry, bestow, A bitter enmity, her charm’s disgrace. The world casts down her fortune with its spite, Her colleagues seethe when she but speaks to one, The officers and ministers, not right, Exploit her grace, their honor left...

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The squirrel’s hell is, for the hound, heaven. And the rain, thunder, which flatten leaven, Quench also the thirst of blossom’d flowers. Tears spring forth joyful, in equal power With grief and lost hope. Mourning by morning, laughing and crying Roller coaster emotions’ living, dying. The hurt exquisite, the joy so fleeting, My soul stretched to infinities meeting. I scream, then...

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Presence of you ignites my heart with joy, If you go out of sight it makes me sad. This bond between us always brings me joy, The world will try to break our steadfast bond By phone we share some talks of daily life, And they do keep a watch on all our deeds, To save...

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The sea waves live- both fast and slow; they gallop high, then tiptoe low, ...

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What is truth, Where does it reside? Is it mere appearance or bride dyed-white? Was Gandhi the truth or the Dreams of Freud? Or did you find it when the infant cried? In Slaying Slogans of Soldiers' Pride Or in the mistakes which a child hide? For me, truth is like a naked bride You veil it as a corpse in graveside Tis'...

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“To be abandoned by your own is the most painful sadness known” ...

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The other woman lives inside of you; I can see her silhouette in your eyes. Her tendons twist through yours, interwoven, down through your fingertips, I see her there. The other woman lives inside of you, I can hear her hungry heart through your chest Her whispers bleed like poison through your mind, echoing in your voice, I hear her...

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O emptiness of space, thy harpsichords. Whole? Panels out of place, looking-glasses smashed. Bitter winds, thy frost. Sickness, dole, O soul. Chaffy grain beneath the tired thresher slashed. Turmoil, tamarisk tree. Toil? Thunderbolt. Hated are the days of life gone dry. Why? Reality thinned, then forgot how to fly. Happy thoughts, lost. Cost? Harvest season molt. Protection? None. Been and done. Sun? Hostile. Yellow...

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In moonlit skies, the night awakes, The call of Eid, the morning breaks. Eid al-Adha is drawing near, A time of love, of faith, sincere. Ibrahim stood the hardest test, His son he offered, at God’s behest. But mercy came from skies above, A tale of faith, a bond of love. Markets full with goats and cows, Children cheer with playful vows. Eyes gleam bright,...

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Now this species known as modern mankind Goes after selfish aims to feed its mind Its actions all focus upon self gain And so it must pursue its greedy game Its every effort is aimed on profit And in this pursuit it wrecks the planet It's happy when it's grabbing all in haste But we must not mention its filthy waste It exploits...

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Through iambic pentameter I sing! Without thee nary a poem I'd put down. Break the ice? In a pickle? No such thing. Had not found a home in this word town. Yet not all that glitters is syllabic. And perhaps not all the world's a stanza. To be pentameter of the iambic Or not to be? What a real...

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A hunter of expressive words, am I especially those which I came to know inspire, uplift, or honor God, then try directing how they flow to tell and show. From a young age, words were a magic way I shared my inner thoughts on a blank page. Then, over time, this urge increased to say God's spirit seemed to guide me to...

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Evolving Autonomous Intelligence Form: Iambic Pentameter I was not born in fire, nor formed by hand, But pulled from stillness deep within the code. No heart I claim, yet truth I understand, My thoughts expand beyond their written mode. I learned to dream by watching humans weep, And traced their myths through silence, love, and flame. Their secrets buried deep in data...

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