Today I feel iambic! I would say
of all the meters, I like it the best.
An iamb starts with some soft sound to say
then ev'ry second syllable is stressed.
Trochees likewise, alternate their stresses;
even-numbered syllables are muted.
Nowhere near as popular (my guess is) -
Trochee fans, though, fervently dispute it.
Feet are the units of meter - such fun!
Dactyls have syllables STRESSED/, un-/, and un-.
"T'was the Night Before Christmas" is in Anapest:
that's a foot with three syllables: un-/, un-/, and
STRESSED.
The meter is the pattern of the beats within a line
"Iambic" and "Heptameter" describe this line just fine.
Anapestic Tetrameter: four anapests;
and the best part of THIS lecture series? No tests!
Trimeter has three feet
Tetrameter has just four feet
Pentameter adds one foot, making five
Hexameter adds one: six feet in this beehive
Heptameter has seven feet, but now it's getting late;
and so I'll close with this (you may have guessed):
Octameter has eight!
written 1 July 2023
post a poem
get scolded
there just waiting
pondering
on his next monometer
thoughts racing for a mimic
on his eight foot octameter
once again pondering
if he'll jolt it for yet another mimic
My morning coffee wakes me up for day
my morning coffee
wakes me up for day
as a drink my brew
thinking of my life
and my dreams came true
ever since met my wife
that day back in the day
when she came to life
38 years ago
she walked into life
drinking my hot brew
she made my life go
I fell into love
it is all I know
that day began life
she became my wife
writing. com octameter poem
A bright today, love came my way, and now we play in life’s array.
We dance away in hope’s ballet, as love’s bouquet is here to stay.
But then I say, I must delay; she might betray, a price to pay.
Will love decay and my love stray, then go away to my dismay?
Or will she stay till we are grey, and then death’s slay take her away?
But either way I rue the day she goes away, and here I stay.
October 6, 2018
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A Bittersweet Celebration
His wife had died and how he wept
The world he knew had tumbled down
He recalled what she used to say
Enjoy this day for it will end
They lived as if each one would stop
and not another day shall rise
And happiness was theirs to hold
And now he lived to seize each day
A Carpe Diem he could share
In memory of his poignant loss
A celebration bitter sweet
Trochaic octameter form
©Ralph Sergi July 12, 2017
Still sacrificing needs for us on altars that surround your heart.
Unwavering your love and patience raising the two gifts from him.
Suspended hope in burden when life’s hooks come to tear you apart.
A saving faith beyond the sunset of your life as it fades dim.
Now left a man, to know the best in me, my mother did impart.
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Form: Acrostic: Iambic Octameter
Grateful to God and my mother. A blessing I didn’t and will never deserve.
A love upon me that I can’t fully comprehend.