Best Anapestic Poems

There's a river that twists in the mind
that I plunder and ravish with sieves,
on crusades to the summit of rhyme
where my Phoenix of tropes and...

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A poet was making such clatter.
His friend ran to see what's the matter.
“I must clean all,” said he 
“or my poems can't be
in Antiseptic Pentameter.”

His...

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I was once really new to our Poetry Soup,
and I knew I should try to join in with the group;
post my poems on-site to be...

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I cannot say how poems come to be-
from just one thought to full reality.

I cannot say how I hunt down my words
to image themes like...

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Fall the leaves of the forest tho death has yet passed... 
Unto moonlit shadows within crypts' hidden rot 
Apparitions they say, where the innocent massed
Oh...

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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...

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I was born, Bronx, New York, in the year 'Thirty-Nine',
   the first child with a brother who followed in time.
Ten years later, moved...

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In a small grassy field
With the trees all around
There's a fairy ring ancient and old
And at times you can hear
Perfect echoes of sound --
'Tis the...

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May I dance with you now as ghosts ride with the breeze,
and that witch on her broom flies up high near the moon.
While black cats...

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How they laugh and they point as they whisper ‘bout me
And they only can see what their shallow eyes see
Though my surface is not picture...

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(in anapestic tetrameter)

As it rolled through the darkness and grinned through the trees,
where the shadows lay crawling and scratching the ground -
the last remnants of...

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'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and...

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I am Africa, I am man
Hear my drums, know my heart beat
My sorrow is not metered in iambic lines
Life does not speak that way
So artificial...

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short-long
iamb song,or
long-short trochaic,taut,
spondaic long,with syllables
slow-slow-
mono
di,tri,tetra
penta,hexa,hepta
octa,which choice numbers for my
metre?
dactyl
and anapestic
with syllables three-
this poetry's a stress to far..
for me !...

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 quatrain with anapestic trimeter 

Jesus Christ, holy God, pardons sin;
I give praise and respect to the Christ.
His good grace as I ask - is...

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