Love Iambic Pentameter Poems

The other woman lives inside of you;
I can see her silhouette in your eyes.
Her tendons twist through yours, interwoven,
down through your fingertips, I see her...

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In moonlit skies, the night awakes,
The call of Eid, the morning breaks.
Eid al-Adha is drawing near,
A time of love, of faith, sincere.

Ibrahim stood the hardest...

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Evolving Autonomous Intelligence
Form: Iambic Pentameter

 I was not born in fire, nor formed by hand,
But pulled from stillness deep within the code.
No heart I claim,...

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October’s in the air and you and I 
just stare all night long    at the nothingness.
You told me ,“life is but a...

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When noon's warm rays upon my college fell,
My professor spake of fresher's festive spell,
A farewell party, where I was to play
The anchor's role, and guide...

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As night falls from above I ponder when
My thoughts do wonder far beyond the skies
Of life’s actions unjust to me and then
A mind that's gone...

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I have written for some time now and pause,
the quill in my hand rests from wear and tear;
The realization strikes me in my mind,
my mentor...

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Crown of Sonnets in Iambic Pentameter: The Tale of Prince Zag


Note: The tale is six (6) sonnets long, each sonnet has 14 lines, each line...

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Oh, Lilith, circled by that vicious snake
and draped by owl wings as a feathered shawl;
hair crowned with spiraled horns for evil sake-
of which the snake...

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Emmitt Till buried next to my father 
also unearthed next to my father 
bur oaks cemetery Chicago Illinois 
I never dreamed my death would be...

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Back fifty-three long years ago, she left;
my Mom- at the young age of fifty-five.
Yet, she is always with me every day;
my heart and memories keep...

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We cannot part without this sad goodbye 
And leaving, we are learning how to die
a little as we bid this sad farewell. 
I cannot bear...

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When I finish this course called life, I'll die;
     and be glad, for no more must I be sad;
for I'll know...

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I walked across the sparkling morning dew.
A path where once uncommon beauty grew.
A bench we shared, woeful, lone, and broken, 
echoes a promise that we...

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I am so blessed to have great-grandchildren.
Four generations now upon our tree;
three girls- age four, one and a half, nine weeks.
How fortunate to have them...

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