Long Anapestic Poems
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to the edge of horizons and harmony's light
comes warm smiles to be found on the face of our hearts
this rapture so vibrant from the wealth of love's eyes
was released and was felt when we cut through its veils
to invite a new world to be filled with life's needs
and claim peace from the soul with the years to be shared
to welcome the mornings when the light rushes free
and hinges on eyelids come open to adore
the lovely jewels held in the life we'll treasure
as we move through the days with a blissful intent
when time becomes fleeting and the days become nights
unaware of the world and the time to have passed
to spend our emotions when love found us worthy
this payment to be made with the lips breathless kiss
12/11/17 contest Anapestic Tetrameter
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 with green eyes stare at us from the trees,
we'll glide past jack-o-lanterns as we sway and swoon.
This night sky is on fire with the moon's eerie glow;
silhouettes of the treetops and roofs hug the sky.
As the spirits surround us, in darkness we know
we will dance, cheek to cheek, on this night, you and I.
Dance with me, come in close as bats swirl all around;
the night creatures are watching while I hold you tight.
As owls screech, my fangs pierce! Dracula loves the sound
while enjoying this blood feast on Halloween night!
Oh, it's me, don't you see? Blood will seep, time to weep!
Here I am, perfect scam! Fangs pierce deep! Now you sleep!
October 9, 2016
Contest: All Hallows' Evening
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Anapestic Tetrameter
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God's most beautiful guardian angels come down,
they descend from the heavens, each one in white gown;
with their spirit, they guide me...my heart, soul, and mind.
These sweet, gentle white angels embrace me; I find
I can see them but often are blurs undefined;
angels lead me, are with me through my every day.
I can see them in beauty of life's sweet ballet
every new day unfolds with its bright morning ray
until nighttime delivers dark sky, stars, and Moon.
I can feel them nearby when I'm writing, commune
with their spirit, my deep thoughts instinctively tune
in their river of insights where artistry streams.
And wherever I am, within night or daydreams,
inspiration flows from them in glorious beams
glowing warm, kindling bright for my choices to see.
God's most beautiful creatures of angels help me;
both when seen and when hidden they fly, guarantee
angel love and direction...sunup till sundown.
With their spirit, they guide me...my heart, soul, and mind.
Angels lead me, are with me through my every day
until nighttime delivers dark sky, stars, and Moon.
In their river of insights where artistry streams,
glowing warm, kindling bright for my choices to see,
angel love and direction...sunup till sundown.
Sandra M. Haight
~First Place~
Premiere Contest: Crown Of Couplets
Sponsor: Catie Lindsay
Judged: 07/30/2016
Anapestic Tetrameter
12 syllables and 4 feet per line
Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn?
Tamanna Ferdous
Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn?
Tamanna Ferdous
I cared for the beauty spot , her left trickle salt takes oath there in bittersweet chime
The smile and the smile line , a mystic rhythmic rhyme.
Her smile and the wind catcher , assonance, anaphora , anapestic and the trochaic, as 100 hair fall after a comb
The streak of moonlight, a droplet of beauty , submerged in homesickness, border less and home , in exile home.
Her toddler fingers , gone yesterday, broth of a messed later , growing up
Modulation and a flight of a tune, a journey to rhythm back to the rhythm , superb
Poetry that bits with heart beats and peaces , will you break free to tame the words, misfit, they are gods' hands ?
In glum, in tears , rejuvenation of the easier love, the placid affluence and all right throughout the caravan of timely rounds..
I adore you, I breathe into thee, homegrown soil, my distraction, my homeland, that forced to zoom out to Babylon, tragedy
Phantom would lure me to cuff again into the evangelical oxymoron, key mono-Lilith to polymath-a Murfreesboro prodigy
The fathom of the salty water step, and Soho, and an easy simile
They static, they enigmatic and they empathetic , not for, anymore, than seely!
Copyright Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2025
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
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 perfect for show
How this heart bleeds with purpose they never could know
Of the horrors and trials my soul has survived
Of the hell and the fury that killed me alive
I’ve been stripped of my honor and burnt at the stake
Made to live in a nightmare but could not awake
The atrocities bared on my face in display
Oh they cause you to cringe as your eyes turn away
And the truth is my scars are much deeper than face
Just a trace has been left of humanity’s grace
As they came in the dead of the night whilst we slept
Through the house down the hall they so silently crept
I was tied to a chair and with sickened disgust
Made to watch as my daughters defiled with their lust
Oh my sweet baby girls who I failed to protect
Now your innocence lives in my heart where you’re kept
As the flames and your screams took the last of my peace
Melting skin joined my tears as your souls found release
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Written 1/2/2017 for Anapestic Tetrameter Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
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 a win
since for His love, no price would suffice.
In no way does no price mean no cost.
For God’s mercy's a gift He presents.
Left unopened, this present is lost
for eternity – wasted expense.
The real cost for our Lord was His blood;
lives redeemed, sinners suffer no loss.
And our God sends His Spirit to flood
the new life with the pow'r of the cross.
Sin's a breach between man and his God.
He deserves no mere shallow embrace.
No believer with simply a nod
understands the full cost of His grace.
When we forfeit expedience, how
does a friendship with God e'er begin?
Jesus Christ wants obedience now
unto God, the Forgiver of sin.
Hear this proverb and wonder thereof,
A friend's worth, your intent and its end.
Hear it well, "There is NO greater love
than to lay down your life for your friend.”
John 15:13
"The Road Not Taken," Frost slow ball to my curb," ... by The Poet.
If you instant your past past your eyes! (Uhh!)
And the pause it had caused tis now gone, (Poof,)
made of years, good, and tears, lost in sighs, (Sheesh,)
brevity ... gravity, hint's implies. (ahh.)
Well, that's that, who's at-bat, fate card's drawn. (hmm.)
It can't be. Excuse me, sir your tea, (Oh--um,)
Set it down. Half-a-crown? Sir! ... please go (Wooo!)
Day's wages? (Whoa) Outrages! Gent there, see, (Ohh!)
Looky there! (Wha?) Nighs me' chair! Good Golly? (Ohh?)
I'll fill in (hehe) ... Good evenin', ready--No! (Ne'va!)
Your manners, dear Rober--scene, public? (ahh)
Pardon young man my tongue, close to mouth ... (marvy)
brain, not close (coughs-clears throat) (ahem) teapot throes (UUU)... Republic? (eh-eh)
The other, (ahh) not smarter -- nonpublic! (hehe)
Manners Rob-bie. (Uh-uh) Nay, snob, he paws South! (Ah-ha)
Flo (tell her the day she died)... Wall Street--(cuts him off--whips) Collapsed, Wheat -- never failed (smack thrown)
They need food--place--what good ..., choice I made (sniffles-handkerchief drawn)
Cold winter (gurgling-hands her teacup). Dear sister--You, I've trailed (long sigh).
We both chose, God ... He shows (gasping) ... He unveiled (long drawn-out breath)
Rob, he made (quick inhale) ... Ed conveyed, (quick-held breath) Rob, well-made. (long exhale draws a silent table of one)
In the dark of the night, on an All Hallows' Eve,
as I lay down my head and got snugged in the bed,
'twas a shadow that bloomed, caused all senses to leave,
as a huge hairy spider crawled, eyes gleaming red!
Out in front, a large sack that she shuffled along,
so I watched as she loped with that load full of gore,
like the beat from a dirge or a horrid old song,
da-duh-DUM, da-duh-DUM, as she moved 'cross the floor.
Shaking hard, to the edge of the bed, silent crept;
There she was, hairy legs, abdomen bulging fat.
Sweaty palms, frazzled nerves, in the darkness I lept,
closed my eyes, held my breath, threw my slipper - Kersplat!
and as she scuttled off, protecting precious eggs,
I wondered how she'd sound with two more dangling legs.
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for the All Hallows' Evening Poetry Contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
written on 10/19/22
using anapestic tetrameter for the first 12 lines
and iambic hexameter for the last 2 for effect
(howmanysyllables.com incorrectly reports line 3 as 11 syllables due to the ')
I enjoyed my young years crafting poems and art.
At eighteen, I then married the love of my heart.
By my age twenty-four, was a mother of three.
Later, painting with oils was the pastime for me.
Finished college mid-forties with English BA;
as my poetry flourished- put paintings away.
A proud grandma of five- of those married, are two-
a sweet great-grandchild recently made her debut.
Now retired, sold our business- but still on the go;
I'm so blessed with my life, riding each ebb and flow.
Sandra M. Haight
Revised September 30, 2019
Form: Anapestic Tetrameter (12 syllables, 4 feet per line)
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