Best Heptameter Poems
Earth element of wind, elusive to exploring eyes,
a gaseous, gusty ghost, she gyrates- gallops gallantly.
She bashes, bends, and bobs the branches of each bush and tree,
and chases, circles, curls dry fallen leaves so agilely.
We hear her bellow, bawl, and bluster when she's feeling fierce;
soft sounds of swishing, stirring- sighing when serene and tame.
With solid, staunch, and strapping strength, she soon can shift a house
within a raucous, raging, raving, reckless, hurricane.
She cools, controls, composes in the sultry summer heat,
forms wild and wheeling waves with whitecaps on the widespread sea;
a force that's fearless, frantic, sometimes, feeble- frail, she flies,
impermanent, intangible, she soars invisibly.
This ghastly glimmer of great ghostly gumption rushes by,
a force that is not sculpture, shadow, silhouette, or shape.
We feel and hear her apt and awesome atmospheric breath-
until she plans her fast, flirtatious, feathery escape.
March 18, 2016
~1st Place~
Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Qualifier's Final Placement
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 04/20/2019
~1st Place~
Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 22
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 03/08/2019
~1st Place~
Contest: Elements Part 2: Wind
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 3/29/2016
*Alliteration, Rhyme, written in Iambic Heptameter,
14 Syllables, 7 feet per line
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
Personal Memories - Three Generations
Three generations in between them now so kindly lie;
sweet great granddaughter and great grand-papa can now belie
those years. She reads to him, and he so tenderly sits by...
two children now, they share these moments that now clarify
the bond of one on one where young and old does not apply.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Personal Memories-Monorhyme Poetry
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Iambic Heptameter - 14 syllables and 7 feet per line
Judged: 03/30/2016
Used Photo #3 - Laura Loo's daughter Ella reading to her great grand-papa
Oh, please, drop something in my cup, a bill or batch of change,
to see me smile when I look up...my fear with hope exchange.
A homeless man surely I am, my fate did bad by me;
I am not here to cheat or scam, I have no family.
On me, this tattered coat, my home, will hug me to the end;
cast out by fate and all alone...this cup, my only friend.
Oh, please, just one coin in my cup, or maybe two or more,
in trembling hands that I hold up, my begging eyes implore.
You'll never know the intense pain of having hunger gnaw
or have to sleep out in the rain or barnyard on the straw.
To be looked at with such disgust by some who pass me by,
and know there's no one I can trust beneath this lonely sky.
Oh, please, drop something in my cup; assure my heart will beat;
to see my eyes, with hope, tear up...perhaps today I eat.
In past, my life was full of dreams, the path I could not find;
no one to guide me so it seems...to future, I was blind.
And so I live my days and deal with each one as it comes,
to walk the streets, to find a meal...until my life succumbs.
October 24, 2016
Premiere Contest: Panic At The Food Bank
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Form: Iambic Heptameter - 14 syllables, 7 feet per line
plus internal rhyme
The River
Where are you heading, rolling river, as you move along?
Where did you start your winding journey centuries ago?
What daring tales lay hidden in your soothing, rippling song?
What deep, dark secrets do you hold in mysteries below
as you now drift entrapped in nature's never-ending flow?
Sandra M. Haight
~9th Place~
Contest: Form-River Line
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Judged: 11/27/2016
Iambic Heptameter: 14 Syllables, 7 Feet Per Line
Skipping 'cross the village square
Smiling like the noonday sun
Maidens gather everywhere
Errands finished, workday done
Dresses billow in the breeze
Laughing eyes, flirtatious smiles
Skirts uplifted past their knees
Practicing their female wiles
Woke up with a grunt and moan
Glad was I the sun still shone
Got back on the cursed phone
Banker's business: contracts, loans
Timepiece now won't move at all
Maidens gone ~ my tears, they fall
~ Iambic Heptameter ~
A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH
The silky pearly-white soft skin, beneath her comb's dark beams
and her intriguing olive eyes' attentive, thoughtful gaze,
behind the night's befalling veil, with elegance supreme,
like mystic crypts enchant the men and cause infernal blaze.
Involuntarily transmits her messages across
a forest nymph expands her spell beneath the moonlight's phase,
beguiles the thoughts; romantic dream her cherry lips of gloss
the nightly creatures stuns and laws of reason disobeys.
Untamed, a diamond in the rough, the nymph in darkness shines
without a partner to escort her dance beneath the sky,
denies to coexist with men, proposals she declines,
and so belongs to breezy streams, that lift her image high.
© Olive Eloisa Guillermo, 08-20-2014, All Rights Reserved
(Quatorzain or Iambic heptameter
Death, You Do Not Win
The world has been unkind to me
yet there's no where, no where to flee.
I'll sit and take it if I must
for all return to earthly dust.
To cry will do no worldly good.
Defy with spirit, as I should.
A loss that cannot be replaced
yet life must once again be faced.
So here I sit and wonder how
to stop the gloom which eats me now.
Can it be slain with greater love
or only healed by God above?
Once, anger always worked for me
but now, this time decides to flee.
Yet I seek not its quick return
true folly that my Soul shall spurn!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-05-2014
Note : Contest
Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name Structured forms - Iambic verse III
You may select between Iambic tetrameter, pentameter, hexameter, heptameter (quatorzain), royal rhyme, blank verse and decapentasyllabic verse. Poems composed with different Iambic forms are accepted as well. Just specify the Iambic forms you have used, beneath the poem.
Form chosen , iambic tetrameter.
A child's sky
Subtle emotions in heart,
till he grows up real smart,
Tears scroll down the chubby cheek,
for a toy meagre and meek!
Steals eye to slip out of house,
dad's anger is tough to douse,
The joy of winning marbles,
soon withers with growing barbels!
Mom is after for the meals,
not eating, puts her on heels,
Annoyance that ends in love,
Countless blessings from above!
Courage and zeal see no dearth,
angel gets heaven on earth,
Holy soul knows no deceit,
a child's sky has winsome fleets !!
Written Feb 18th, 2015
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma joined soup on May 16th, 2013
Iambic heptameter for Giorgio's contest
W - Wondrous are the golden rays of each dawn's morning bliss.
O - Outstanding is its brilliant setting when the day's dismissed.
N - Notable in how it sinks behind a mountain crest.
D - Divine the sight when light peeps thru fluffy clouds compressed.
E - Eye-opening when rays reflect off sparkling waterfalls.
R - Rare times when sunset colors paint those huge red-orange balls.
F - Fabulous when sinking 'neath horizons out at sea.
U - Unbelievable eclipses with earth's moon for us to see.
L - Lovely are the days it shines with hope for you and me.
January 5, 2016
~1st Place~
Contest: Wonderful Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 01/12/2016
The first word of each line is a synonym for 'wonderful'
Iambic Heptameter (7 feet per line)
Colours of rainbow
Clouds when veil the mighty sun,
Morning seems so dull and wet,
Rainy day can be much fun,
Joy that tiny drops beget,
Colourful umbs run on roads,
Footpath forgets carefree walk,
Evening croak of frogs and toads,
Resting calm of a skylark!
Scent of water freshens life,
Enjoying work isn't child's play,
Woe bygone and so is strife,
As if joys will ever stay!
Rainbow colours bring sunshine,
Vibrancy touches each mind!
Iambic heptameter
Written September 28th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Joined soup on May 16th, 2013
For contest 'Structured forms- Iambic verse II' by Giorgio A V
Now entered for " Million dollar poem #1- a PD contest " for contest by SKAT A
Awarded 4th place win
Spring, like the Phoenix, rises from the ash of winter's fire,
when ice and snow from frozen row were logs upon its pyre.
The thaw will trickle moisture to each niche upon the earth.
The liquid flame of water means a season of rebirth.
The Phoenix lived for centuries while the seasons are our place.
Our lives in hastened, fleeting years meets death once, face to face.
So, when the waters grant new life our world takes on the sheen
of bold and brilliant color showing forth so fresh and keen.
Bright summer knows the vigor of each green and living thing:
the creatures, all that walk or crawl, or soar upon the wing.
Bold seasons see the great bird's crest as lustrous, bright and gold,
but as the seasons cool and dry the Phoenix grows so old.
His colors are still vivid for the shortened days of fall,
but slowly piling twigs and leaves he readies for his pall.
The harvest gleaned, cold holds dominion 'oer the late fall air,
a sallow, aging, Phoenix seeks in earnest for his lair.
The long and dormant winter binds all life within its chill.
The once quite vibrant Phoenix lies upon death's pyre, so still.
We long to see the Sun shine bright and wake our frozen earth,
its fire means like the Phoenix we experience rebirth.
Spring, Like the Phoenix
3-17-15
Iambic Heptameter
S - Splendid are those images of spring's rebirthing sign.
P - Phenomenal when first we see red robins make the scene.
E - Eye-catching is each budding limb and wakened tender vine,
C - captivating us with subtle springtime's haze of green.
T - Thrilling so are vivid tulips, daffodil delights;
A - amazing crocus, violets, forsythia galore.
C - Classic warming, lengthening of each new day ignites
U - unrivaled joy for springtime season long awaited for.
L - Luxurious the thrill of hope in every heart and soul,
A - astounding us as dormant seeds awake and then implore
R - resplendent spring to rise and resurrect from winter's dole.
January 15, 2016
~3rd Place~
Contest: Spectacular Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 01/21/2016
The first word of each line is a synonym for 'spectacular'
Iambic Heptameter (7 feet per line)
Little People
With water can I hurried to my garden by the pond.
Warm sunshine told me thirsty flowers sought my magic wand,
to give them water which they crave to soon become refreshed...
when then I saw an ant hill mound so thoroughly enmeshed.
Like little people at a party, they all seemed to play
as fairies, pixies, gnomes among the flowers on display.
My mind envisioned them with fairy wings and ballet shoes,
and gnomes with small green hats, in awe of their great flower views.
Strange world for them with flower stems that look like lofty trees,
to dance around these giant stalks neath petal canopies.
And leaf umbrellas shadow them, create a perfect shade
as in and out they march within a fairyland parade.
The petals look so bright in varied hues of nature's glow
perhaps this looks like Disney World to tiny eyes below.
Much like our galaxies in space can dwarf our tiny world;
to fairies, pixies, gnomes, my garden is a netherworld.
Okay, back to my job to water flowers here today!
From insect world to fairyland, enough of this I say!
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Premiere Contest: Little People
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 06/29/2016
Required words used: flowers, fairies, pixies, gnomes, party and sunshine.
A poem about your garden as seen through the eyes of the little folk.
Iambic Heptameter (14 syllables and 7 feet per line)
Wanderings of soul
Couldn't see the colour of the sky,
Nor the birds, their flight so high,
The greens were lost in twilight,
Didn't you see tears in my eyes ?
My stray soul that still wanders,
Passion swamps mind that ponders,
Parallel walk yet no greet,
Will the two banks ever meet ?
Vibrant dreams await fulfil,
Desires in heart deep instil,
Quell pain of eternity,
Do I live infinity ?
Till wrinkles on skin appear,
Emotions to mind will steer,
Till rainbow in sky will fade,
Can I beat my weary jade ?
Wanderings of soul will end,
Love if you could just pretend,
Your lie would be worth a price,
Can't you see tears in my eyes ?
Written December 7th, 2014
Iambic heptameter
For contest 'Iambic verse' by Giorgio A.V.
Now for PD's contest "Best poem of 2014 contest"
Awarded 10th place
Now entered for "Your best old poem contest" by Judy Konos
Awarded 1st place win
Entered for "Best love poem #4" poetry contest by SKAT A
Awarded 9th place win
Now entered for "Favourite" poetry contest by Casarah