Anapaest Poems - Poems about Anapaest

...Markets smile, deep pockets make fat pile, And when frown, fortunes come tumbling down. In play of plump coffers There’s no place for paupers— Sophomore Dumpty’s tend to crash crown, They prospe......Read the rest...

...Locating door D-75 Of a large colony on a drive, At last close, ah D-74! I must be right at destiny’s door. But the next turns out B-68!! What, lost at the very Pearly Gate? So I felt midway th......Read the rest...

...The dreams sure were dreamt— by one alone, Not by both and sure failed to reach peak. Let’s now build together our dream house— Bring own base, cement, mortar, each brick. Let all need temple......Read the rest...

...To enjoy what we have if is joy, Waiting for what we’ve not too is joy. One plus one makes two, tells a maths rule, Minus one makes lonely, says life’s school. In life’s play, I know one clo......Read the rest...

...Those that praise my pen too far and quick, Innocent but perhaps make me weak. Those that scraps and crumbs about me keep, Slights and snubs of theirs do make me sick. Journey’s end— end of......Read the rest...

...Old breath no life has tolerated, Strange, most change finds itself deserted. Odd, this friendship I’ve cultivated, By fighting with self fosters ahead. It sounds so weird, my steadfast head ......Read the rest...

...If pink’s no colour, but attitude, If pink side of the life’s always stood, If things look so sunny, painted pink, And if all life’s as precious as mink, Beauteous as is pink rose, Everythin......Read the rest...

...You may laugh all aloud, smile a smile, Happiness it is your very own, If you make an unknown sad face smile, Joy and bliss of yours greater has grown. Fine, you bring back lost smile on the fa......Read the rest...

...Each line is composed of two Anapaest metres and a final Spondee metre. Come to me and put thine sweet eyes on this note that thus came, e’en tries to put slander within my mind of the old and ......Read the rest...

...I recall, to our life when she came— In early nineties one unknown day, Few did know for long years: who she was— Her mission, and what she wished to do, And someone called it an Info Age: ......Read the rest...

...No more than a toddler when I was, Old enough on own that can when chill— To play with siblings an option still, Pleasure still to play with mother was. ‘Hay look Ma, where am I?’ Pretending w......Read the rest...

...The chatter around put on the mute, I hailed heart to listen to soul’s lute, Creative spikes to spurt, Mind mindful and alert, More present, systems to get reboot; And then heard a voice curt, ......Read the rest...