Iambic Pentameter Blank Verse Poems | Examples
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Beautiful poetic words touch our hearts, yes!
Great verse, fills the space between all of us.
We might be weeping but words can heal us.
Thus lifted to moonlit poetic portals.
Mean words of destruction to our fellow man?
Stop now, you can do better my dear friend.
Join the planet, unify, heal the world.
Love be yours in this worlwide, poetic send.
1/21/2021"
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(Unrhymed iambic pentameter)
(Ten syllables per line)
I wanted to pen a blank verse poem,
that has no rhyme and that was fine;
my problem is- iambic pentameter,
for . . I do not go ba boom ba boom,
I know about feet- no problem there;
it's the missing beat- the heart beat,
so- I penned you this perfect box.
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January 14, 2020
Poetry/Blank Verse Modified/BV With No Heartbeat
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1216-605-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for FTI Blog Special Series - bv
Brian Strand
Winter
Winter glows, it's drifts, it's plains, soft and white.
It's cold belies a threat to all, fear it!
It's there come night or day death don't forget!
Wrap up warm, keeps death at bay, heed, now play!
Spring
If it sticks to form, new life created.
Greedy winter lingers Jack Frost fickle.
Climate change is causing all life to stress!
But she, Mother Nature forced, her plight doomed!
Summer
The best for a very long time, warning,
Presents problematic drought, hosepipe bans!
Use it wisely, enjoy, have loads of fun.
Summer, time for laughter, seaside picnics.
Autumn
The end results of spring, summer, their plight!
For most flora, respite and autumn hues,
Orange, yellow and red and gold, enjoy!
Eyesights, banquets, behold the joy of death!
Climate Change
The cause, planet earth has tilted, a fact!
Nothing to do with pollution but heed
Don't be complacent pollution must stop!
It does affect and help climate warming!
I never know which way to turn per se
Enhanced emotions flooding to the top
My lifestyle once was simpler than it's now
Gone are those years of equilibrium
Shades of the night now blending into day
Those tears for joy now stranger to my cheek
I shuffle while the world moves on full speed
Fading faces giving advice to heed
But I have only feet for regret street
Down on the boulevard of broken dreams
"Hope is a wickless candle" I once read
Though I must hold hope closely to my heart
With faith for me to be the air to breathe
For life without both is a shallow pond
Imagine if you will a fishless sea
A birdless sky, a world animal scarce
14~June~2017
(Iambic pentameter)
Trapped in my own thoughts
Years have passed by as I still writhe in pain,
Grief nibbles slowly of my deep inside,
Hunting joy in pool of negative thoughts,
succumb to my own false perceptions.
Melody seems to lose to dissonance,
Altruism read as animosity,
Nurturer confounded as assassin,
Creator misconstrued nefarious.
Waiting to be rescued in murky night,
Yet not wanting to trust visibly kind,
Thrown further in centre of the whirlpool,
I swirl fast to rest on tranquil seabed.
Written May 17, 2017
For "Blank verse" contest by Janice
Written in iambic pentameter
I know most people want them far away,
No finger laid upon their precious skin.
They squirm and wiggle fearful and afraid,
A needle makes them pallid and they faint
For me this is no problem, for I like
Improvement doctors can provide for me:
In silence I keep all my fingers crossed,
I hope the tests will prove my body strong.
This surgery I want, it will improve
My life in many ways, but most of all,
I hope it will decrease the pain I feel.
For that alone I give myself to them
These doctors I will welcome with a smile:
The broadest smile that I can find in me.
I'll grin and nod and totally comply!
To show them I am ready to begin.
So think of me tomorrow when they test
If I am strong enough for surgery.
Because if yes, next week or after that,
I finally am rid of you lot here.
Lol, only for a week or two, not yet!
They have to give me green light first, but still
Tomorrow I will hear if I am strong,
Tomorrow they will tell me yes or no....
***
Iambic Pentameter Blank Verse
March 8, 2017
There is a bridge, it crosses over deserts
It cements oceans, binds the icy seas
Flies over fiery vulcans, sings melodious
Breathes over you a cooling welcome song
A bridge that binds where first was separation
Oblivious to race, beliefs, or sex.
Does not care for timidity, bravado
And all it sees is sheer humanity
This bridge is art, its splendor shines in silence
Its poetry is love, its words seduce
This bridges arms wrap tightly 'round who needs it
And on this bridge we feast in harmony
Let's fill a glass, cheers to fraternization
To poetry as art that builds this bridge
'Tween worlds and people, far away and near
To friendship, love, and friends so very dear.
***
Blank Verse Iambic Pentameter
8th place in contest: Blank Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdi
Death Take Thy Dagger**
Death - take thy dagger from my bloodless heart**
love has spent its flow upon the fallow
poured pure passion upon its stony need
impaled itself upon a shaft of lies.
Be merciful, oh darkness, comfort me
with whispers as the silent beats subside,
console my limbs with touching’s memory
wet, once again, my sad, embittered lips.
Dark friend erase the light of deep’ning pall
release my vacant heart from torture’s grip
quiet the urge of one last hopeful beat
lay me, vanquished, at love’s bloodstained altar,
freed from oblivion’s timeless torment
the agony of eternity’s dreams.
Sweet angel draped in black of devil’s robe
Death - take thy dagger from my bloodless heart.**
10/12/2016
** With acknowledgment and thanks to Broken Wings for the inspiration for this poem with her contest title “Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please”
Blank Verse/Iambic Pentameter/no rhyme scheme
Promises
Your promises that I had all trust in
lay quiet as logs of unbreathing woods,
Till wantings of my soul rose as fierce storms
to impute life into the forgotten,
Today you walk with me in moonlit night
as longings lay absolutely tranquil.
Written May 27th, 2016
In Iambic pentameter
For contest by John Lawless
The racist hides his views beneath his wit.
A mask he hopes will hide his darker side
once slipped his vision of future revealed.
Bards darker side laid bare for all to see.
No humour hidden in such dark expression.
just hatred there, within the writers pen.
Your prejudices have no place in poetry.
release your inherent humanity.
1st ever go at blank verse, Iambic pentameter, lines 3 and 7 have an extra syllable
which I believe is allowed . please tell me if not correct as never done before
comp entry 11052016
This autumn night we'll have a harvest fest
With all the fixings it will be quite grand
The pie eating contest now starts things off
As each will eat until they win or drop
But it will end with the three legged race
The winning duo won by just a leg
While the harvest moon now shines so heavenly
Blank verse has an iambic pentameter but no rhyme
She clutched a glimpse of blinking reverie
yet now, through stardust flushing out the light
it slid, languished; washed by the grains of time
on pathways where love had been slashed in half
unearthing all the weeds of cycles bleak.
From thinning mists that hang on her dim eyes
the finest consolations from his leave
were comfort, songs and roots of joy well glazed;
and though a dull heart bore as twilight fell
she prayed their charmed flames would ignite; again.
Heather Ober's 10 Lines Contest
* Blank verse, not to be confused
with free verse, has a set metrical pattern.
It is traditionally written in iambic pentameter,
unryhmed.
by nette onclaud
Blank Verse Rhyme
The master said “create blank verse in lines of ten”.
Form five Iambic feet without a rhyme.
“These five Iambic feet you must achieve”.
The verse will have a rhythm you can hear,
when studied closely this will be revealed.
For, lines of blank verse rhyming discontents
the master. “Do it over, take all night”!
The lines of blank verse sing a little song,
each syllable, each rhyme, you’ll hear them ring!
You’ll sing the tune of verses blank and pure.
And now I keep up with this blank verse trick,
I hear its tick ten syllables per line.
It rhymes so soft; I have it mastered now,
so naturally it falls right from my pen.
Oh, where will this blank verse rhyme find an end?
Yet, twenty lines of syllables came out
much faster still than I had thought they should.
I love each rhyme, the timing so precise,
I hope it pleased the eye and ear. I turned
it in, it came back very clearly signed
“Rejected”.
-Tiffany R-2009
A Violent Storm
It starts with dying leaves that litter lawns
All tumbled over in remorseless wind
Until at last, defeated, they collect
Behind the garden wall in tattered piles,
Discarded on a bleak deserted street
An empty cola can goes rattling past
Entrapped and powerless it bowls along
Its tinny clatter masked by mounting gale.
The clouds, as dark and grey as battleships
Amassed in fury, scud across the sky
Unleashing hail like bullets pounding earth
As scornful weather reaches boiling point
And branches, ripped asunder, turn and toss
Upon the lake that churns and boils with wrath
The hardy waterbirds, they hide in reeds
But where will tiny humming birds be safe?
As nature, wields her power, strength and might.
The storm, a deluge o’er the land has spread
To soak the fields so long deprived of rain
Endowing thirsty soil with healing wealth
Iambic pentameter