Let metephors flow..while images rhyme, unstructure find
My focus. As 'thoughts whirl in sublime.' Let shiver the ether' come all.. Come what? this May.' Into June..Nay
Through a years run.'May poetic licence; and richest expressive..
Be on full display.'
Categories:
metre, assonance,
Form: Free verse
I’ll apologise here at the start
For this verse won’t appeal to your heart.
So banal, it’s a shame
But I’ll shoulder the blame
’Cos it's not rude, nor funny, nor smart!
Categories:
metre, assonance, depression, feelings, heart,
Form: Limerick
The blade buried beneath the burning.
Old hopes lost, back in the lash of battle.
One man walks along the winded mount,
Turning slowly, the sun-silvered seas
Draw his heart horizon-ward, his eyes
Focus in search of the lone fluttering sail,
The boat that bears his bloodied King
Away from heavy war forged ruin and waste,
Across the widening waters. Taken to
The healing houses of the Holy Isle.
Once flowing banners torn down, bitter flood
Of his enemies' hate hastening to undo
The loyal legacy. One still loves.
His fate not to fight hard, and fall
At the side of his sovereign Lord.
Ordered and honoured to keep heart-hope alive.
Over gorse crowned cliffs he carries away
The heavy stewardship of the infant prince.
His ward now to watch and rear, until
His time is full ready to revenge his father's fall.
Categories:
metre, myth,
Form: Alliteration
i chase the sun, on bare feet.
one thought i have, the sun stays.
no cloud to hide, my dim route,
for death, it hides, feel it's gaze!
one day I walk, smooth ground run.
mind rocks and sand, the track hides
eyes seek out cracks, could mean some
food, tum needs grub, each step bides
i have cool drinks, streams quench thirst.
a time to rest, i must think
a cold front seen, yet well far,
i hear it roar, cloud still pink
the storm now close, a cave seen
dark clouds a flash, in the cave
safe sleep it calls, next day waits
it comes no sun, i am brave!
Categories:
metre, me, water, weather,
Form: Rhyme
Rhythm’s a trick of deft poets,
who know the pulses of their feet
give lines their tempo. And so it’s
like a poem’s pulsating heartbeat;
it’s hypnotic (and you know it’s
metric),—so drink in its potent beat!
When one hears a song’s rich measure
(the crests and troughs of its music,
the ebb and flow of its leisure),
it tunes like a score symphonic,
an orchestra of paced pleasure
with a sound and style that’s epic!
Categories:
metre, drink, magic, music, poems,
Form: Rhyme
metre
unit of rhythm pattern of the beats
a foot has syllables two or three
variety on accent or stress
iamb is unstressed stressed
trochee is stressed unstressed
dactyl stressed unstressed unstressed
anapest reverse of dactyl
thats all for today
history
of poetry
Categories:
metre, education,
Form: I do not know?
rhythmic structure of a verse
study of metre prosody
patterns of syllables of types
stressed syllables at regular interval
qualitative
long short short dactyl
long long spondee in dead classics
alexandrine twelve syllables in french
five characters in chinese all rules then
people had lot of time to spare
sequence of feet is a metre too
stressed and unstressed like people
five iambic feet are iambic pentameter
paradise lost and sonnets
trochee is stressed unstressed reverse of iamb then
spondee anapest dactyl amphibrach pyrrhic
metric cousins
iamb in two anapest in three common modern english
unrhymed iambic penta is blank verse
bill and milton liked it rhymed pair of lines in
iambic is heroic couplet now for humor
Categories:
metre, education,
Form: I do not know?