John Philips Poet Iambic Pentameter

Jail House Laughter

Forded laughter, empty of mirth.
A pretense of amusement, empty of worth.

Jail house laughter, hard and brittle.
Louder than normal, but means so little.

Laughing just to keep from crying,
their laughter just a sad way of lying.

Lying to themselves but not to me.
Their laughter, an aggravated assault on my reality.

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Funom Makama July 26, 2017 at 12:01 PM This is fantastic, welcome to poetrysoup. And by the way, this falls under the "Couplet" category for me.

Darren White July 25, 2017 at 2:08 AM It's a good poem, but not iambic pentameter :) They are beautiful couplets though. Welcome to PoetrySoup. John Philips July 25, 2017 at 7:47 AM Which category does it fall under? I had no idea there were that many different types of poetry.