Short Metered Poems
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Metered fast or slow
There's a kind of poetry
In the sound of rain
The Grand Canyon is
A poem about Nature
That's writing itself
about the time
i had some wine.
you had some gin.
we burped chagrin,
and we toasted metered
glee of intoxication
by intrusive manners.
O Poetry---
The sensual,
The beauty,
Ahh, the weight of charm in your lips
Is metered
...And criticized, yet still melts sweetly
In my soul!
By chance,
with providence,
the randomness in life,
metered,and free verse becomes a
sonnet.
inspitred verse in Good samiritan prable ( Luke 6:31) and Rom 8:28
The thing I like 'bout poetry
Not metaphor or simile
Nor metered foot nor probity
I like it when it smiles at me
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
S-onnet
A-nd
R-hyme
A-re
H-aving
B-eauty
U-sing
E-xcellent
M-etered
I-ambics
A-ccordingly
Topic: Birthday of Sarah DM Buemia (June 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
My
Patience
Slowly slip
Each word spoken
Days become hazy
Memories wash away
Each breath carefully metered
Time cascades into a river
Currents erase stories forever
Flowing toward vast oceanic fate
Patience
is only
for those
who have
time
The rest
left
to panic
jumping
the line
Sentience
metered
and charged
by the
hour
Despair
given
freely
among
—the most dour
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Let every man his poem treasure.
Let every girl her poem treasure.
Whether wit or want or wayward pleasure
Be met with rhyme or metered measure
Let every poem be a treasure.
(The Pessimistic Philanthropist 2012)
Your words
they fall silent
but your life
is a poem
Each motion
and gesture
by Heaven
are known
You rhyme
every smile
your eyes
metered guides
To love
written couplets
of joy
— from inside
(To Kathryn: March, 2025)
With nostalgia,whimsy and wit
Into English folklore he was writ
Showing his loves & himself,without measure
His poetry became a national treasure
metered euphony,a reading pleasure
Tribute to the work of John Betjeman mentioned recently in my blogs.
At church, young niece asked me in a blink
What mating meant with a curious wink
“It's a bird-and-bee's dream
For girls who reach sixteen”
Pined she,” that’s not what my classmates think”
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Andrea Dietrich's ONE REALLY FUNNY,
CORRECTLY METERED LIMERICK
My
thoughts - as
words - sputter
as they’re eked out
from my wellspring of imagination.
Phrases become rhymed and metered lines that
start gushing as
I pump them
into
poems.
For Micahael J. Falotico's
Where Your Poetry Comes From" 2 Tetractys only Poetry Contest
Our laughter is no longer
Harassed under the strict metered
Of syllabic counts
At a distance
You neither hear a sound
Nor a word
Yet whenever there is
A pandemonium,
Be aware, you’re not in a flea market
But...in the mirthful grin
Of their malicious lips,
Thank goodness, we’re now on our own!
before script
stories
before their histories
told in rhyme and verse
so early humans
can remember
as they wander
gathering plants
they eat
stories
seek
inspiration of land
of flora and fauna
of the song in the wind
they’ve come to know
of mating
before love
lives metered
shaping realities
of tribal minds
L-ove knows no bounds,
Y-es, either day or night;
Z-one of sky is limitless,
Z-enith sets things
A-right.
L-ove knows no bounds
U-sing an infinite line;
B-eyond measure of extension,
R-estriction is left behind.
I-t is never confined in the metered music sounds;
N-inth of May Tuesday, love knows no bounds.
I hear crosswalk signals in my dreams
their constant metered pace is comforting
the command to wait always a touch too brazen
they never change though
-the signals-
they give the same tired palm reading
I take the hint and wave to cars passing by
I can’t see anything but the sun
reflecting off their tinted windshields
faces as old and wrinkled as their clothing
a metered gait adjusted to combined needs
gnarled hands held, as always, in support
the sun welcomes their warm-faced smiles
sounds of children in the distance amuse them
an old dog sidles up in search of a pat
the old park bench waits patiently
there is no hurry – their time - is now
Are there degrees of spiritual freedom,
or is its breadth just either or
Is the light metered out or self contained,
and endless in its store
Is the origin of beauty and its pathway divined,
beatific in its scope
Or can it be portioned, forever to share
—granting wishes with its hope
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
TRINITY
T he Holy Spirit
R ises to the call
I nterested only in
N urturing the spirit.
I ndenturing not
T he souls of
Y our faithful, but freeing them.
Acrostic is a form where the first word or letter in each line will spell out a secondary
message if read in sequence. Strictly metered Free Verse but can be rhymed or
unrhymed.
Form:
to succeed at something, anything is quite a rare feat
failure is a more common outcome, defeat, but lessons are learned
so if you want to get ahead in the world court failure
*Since nette said metered feet was alright [which are not anatomical feet]
I was hoping FEAT would be ok too since it is pronounced fEEt
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: On Your Feet
assiduous
spiritual voices
whisper veracious words:
faith tested
is faith strengthen…
firmed like tested muscles…
flexing mind
expands and joyful spirits
dance as mental quills
ink blood of truths…
hemorrhaging
melodic metered sounds
flowing freely from
the sable cerebral womb:
delivering new hope
sucking leaking nipples
of undying faith…
rise(iamb,anapest)
meters
TWO
TWO
meters
fall(trochee,dactyl)
in my poem they do sit
each the others opposite;
a foot is two syllables long,
lines of them make up my song
any such line..is fine
mono,di,tri..1,2,3
tetra,penta,hexa..4,5,6
hepta,octa..7,8
but..
if this topic still makes you yawn
just keep on with open form!
Here’s a little form I found,
from a gal you know.
Trochees give a rhythmic sound
to its metered flow.
Lines must take syllabic care,
keeping proper score:
seven on the first and third,
five on two and four.
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The '7/5 Trochee', found on poets collective, by none other than Andrea Dietrich. Trochaic meter, 7/5/7/5, using abab or abcb rhyme.
Our tune together will become a note
The staff will make it clear
Metered in time will set the tune
So that others will hear this harmony
This song of love delivered
Through our voices of love
This symphony of harmony
Created by our love
Sing as loud as you may
Let all ears hear this harmony
That has been sung upon a stage
Cheers we hear
Never letting our love disappear