#metered poetry

[buglarvainspector]

Cookie?

Peace-making offer, he nudges the plate -

attempting to placate what must seem like hate.

My favorites. I eye them -

well-knowing they're bait.

(Does it matter the kind? When's the last time I ate?

I could use just a something.)

Folding my arms, we both sit back and wait.

The nerve - yes, I'm hungry. This truce is a plot.

If I take one, I'm stuck - bribed, won over and bought.

My favorites. I eye them -

I think they're still hot.

(Does it matter the kind? It's a backhanded shot

and I think I've lost out.)

Still, he humors my silence, though he chuckles a lot.

I took one. I did. And the argument stopped.

Once my stomach stopped growling, my point simply flopped.

©2013

#publishingpoetry #poetry #metered poetry #poems on tumblr #rhyming

[fictionadventurer]

NaPoWriMo #31: A poem that begins at the end of something, then moves backwards

Orpheus

He loved And looked And sealed her doom Forever now the widowed groom

He loved And looked Through death's domain And swore he'd bring her home again

He loved And looked As died the wife Too quickly taken from this life

He loved And looked And wed the bride He vowed to keep safe at his side

At his first sight The beauty there Devotion sparked Beyond compare

He lost, yet knew the gift she was And all because He looked And loved

#napowrimo 2024 #poetry #it turns out the idea i had for this prompt came together #the first stanza came together and then i had three within a couple of minutes #most of the ending came together after my commute #but that last stanza! #the first half of it! #appreciate it! #i spent HOURS agonizing over how to phrase it #so my meaning of 'even though he lost her the love they shared was still beautiful and worthwhile' came through #when i had only eight beats to work with #this poem was much more profound in my head #unfortunately the meter made it cute but alas what can you do?

[leohtttbriar]

#the Poetry #she gets that alliteration is the greatest meter #she gets it #abbott elementary

[calamitys-child]

Something something the curtains are blue or whatever but underappreciated media analysis phenomenon is when someone else reads something you wrote and points out the blue curtains that you hadn't even noticed yourself hanging up while you built it. Like fuck they sure are I genuinely hadn't noticed I just flung em up I was concentrating on the carpet. Hey that shade of blue goes nice with the carpet huh. I should get more decor in that colour. Does this make sense to anyone

#like my pal proofread some poetry for me and one of the things they said was like #'your cadence is really good and i like how you do bouncy assonance rhymes when you're playing or introducing a concept #then sharper rhythmic rapid lines when youre passionate or angry and then switch abruptly to a completely different rhyme scheme to #indicate that you've gotten upset or reached a conclusion' #i never in my life noticed myself doing that. i just write based on vibes and mouthfeel. but now theyve pointed it out??? #dude its in like half my poems. its a really recognisable voice. i didnt know i had one of those and i definitely didnt know #that my choice of meter is such a clear emotional throughline to a reader #but yken what. i like that shade of blue

[septembersung]

#napowrimo 2024 #my handwriting is super bad #also I haven’t written a poem in. uh. well it’s been a while #this is about little house in the big woods btw #fwiw my rule for napowrimo is rough drafts only #when I copied it a second time I only adjusted a bit of wording for meter #my life #my writing #April is national poetry month

[no-context-just-quotes]

#boop #april #april fool's day #black out poetry #funny #lol #no context. just quotes #haha #quote #comedy #no context #out of context #ooc #meme #tumblr boop #themed blog #inbox open #send asks #boop. #boop. boop. #april 1st #art #this took way too long #i worked so hard on this #boop o meter #blog #comedy blog #feel good #happy #positive

[willknightauthor]

THE BEGGAR

#poetry #poem #writing #own writing #love #irregular meter #iambic tetrameter #anapaestic tetrameter #trochaic tetrameter #anapaest #quatrain #elegy #loneliness #family #peusdo-metrical

[creatediana]

"My Dog Doesn't Know It's My Birthday (You're the Cream in My Coffee)" - a Shakespearean sonnet written 4/25/2024

#2024 #it is my birthday #i'm 25 #i know! who could figure out that subtext? #poetry #poem #sonnet #iambic pentameter #iambic meter #shakespearean sonnet #english sonnet #form poetry #birthdays #animals #pets #cole porter #you're the cream in my coffee isn't a cole porter song but i do ALWAYS sing it to dickens #i used to sing it to my old dogs sandy and raider when they were alive too #the habit of singing jazz standards to my dogs is one that has outlived my dogs

[inflammatory]

#From last year Juneish I think If you ask me not good but I cant say shit about my past self CAUSE #I HAVENT WRITTEN ANYTHINGGGG IN MONTHS AND MONTHS AND MONTHS #Certainly like nothing of note in 2024 #in general something in my brain has shifted since the last time I wrote #every word feels perfectly ordinary and combinations only feel clever and not like a living thing so I can’t write anything I like #I feel journalistic #I feel like I’m way more comfortable in my personal prose/article style from spamming letterboxd reviews #and blogging LOLLLLL #plus songwriting which requires a lot of compromise for meter and rhyme and rhythm for me to like it #but the poetry muscle isn’t there anymore #where before there were pictures the veil has torn and I see them for what they are #which is #words and words only

[poeticnorth]

Never did I think I would ever write a poem that's essentially over 90 stanzas (and counting) of Thor and Odin having a dick measuring contest.

#for context #i am referring to #my attempt to write #harbarðsljóth #into haiku meter #north sea poet #heathenry #poetry #my poetry

[buglarvainspector]

John Wayne Western

The plot

Guy shoots some drunken sucker dead,

gets smacked up some and fires more lead,

then cue John's bottle to 'is head.

John hauls him out to jail instead.

But he's got friends. The town's in dread.

The girl

The batting lashes. Wily, head-

strong little card-shark mistress said,

"Why, sheriff, I've purfumed my bed.

A night in jail?

My room's less stale."

And in he struts.

In love? Misled?

The fight

The bad guys keep one step ahead -

they're filling extras up with lead

on dusty streets, while John get fed

up, leaves the jail, risks all, bleeds red

and with one shot

(the last he's got)

at last he sees the villain dead.

The end

Justice hung by just a thread.

The girl waits, pats his thoroughbred.

She'll catch his eye -

stagecoach nearby -

attempt "goodbye," and wind up wed.

#publishingpoetry #metered poetry #poetry #poemsontumblr #poems on tumblr #edited poetry #copyrighted

[fictionadventurer]

NaPoWriMo #15: A poem of at least ten lines where all lines start with the same word

Because

Because man doubted God, he ate the apple. Because man sinned, the garden gates were barred. Because Abram showed faith, God promised glory Because his sons would outnumber the stars.

Because they cried, God led them out of Egypt. Because He swept the sea, they passed dry-shod. Because they sinned, He gave them the commandments Because the Law helps man relate to God.

Because they feared the giant, God sent David. Because the shepherd trusted, he was king. Because the kingdom fell, God vowed salvation Because a savior from this stump would spring.

Because the virgin loved, she gave her fiat. Because she did, the Word became a man. Because she asked, her son made wine from water Because it was a sign of God's great plan.

Because the crowds were lost, He came and taught them. Because they starved, He gave them holy bread. Because the sick believed in Him, He healed them. Because they died, He raised them from the dead.

Because He was betrayed, He was arrested. Because He claimed God's name, they struck Him down. Because He claimed to be a king, they scourged Him. Because they mocked, He wore a thorn-filled crown.

Because the crowds demanded it, they hung Him. Because He loved, He offered no complaint. Because it was the will of God, He suffered Because it would atone for Adam's taint.

Because He died, the world did shake and darken. Because He died, they laid Him in a grave. Because all hope seemed lost, his friends all sorrowed Because it seemed He'd lost his chance to save.

Because He was God's Son, He rose victorious Because He had defeated death's domain. Because the women came, they found Him risen. Because He rose, He will forever reign.

Because of all Your faithfulness I praise You Because You showed Your Love through years of strife. Because You rose, I sing with great rejoicing Because You give your people lasting life.

#napowrimo 2024 #poetry #catholic things #i got the prompt and 'because' was the immediate word that stuck out #during church yesterday i got distracted by trying to put salvation history into this format #i know i write too many trite and obvious religious poems #but it just kept falling into this meter so i ran with it #(for that matter i have no idea where this meter came from) #(there *has* to be some poem that gave me this rhythm but i can't think of what it is an it's driving me crazy)

[trough]

4.3.24

#napowrimo #napowrimo 2024 #poetry #poem #a loose villanelle lol. still needs some meter work #mostly pleased with it though

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

what if i posted the not-actually poetry/free verse poem I wrote about those frickin catfish

#saw that one post about how people have gotten so lazy with their writing that they call free verse ''poetry'' even though #it doesn't have rhyme or meter and now... well maybe I feel a bit guilty about my own poetry now #anyway. maybe I wrote a random thing in my notes app while on a plane last month. mayhaps I did

[abalidoth]

Fruit

the apple met with Adam's lips,

but down Eve's gullet fell,

the light of knowing nudity

a special kind of hell.

but Eve she wasn't satisfied

with just a single rib

the light the serpent lit that day

would make for Lilith's crib.

as Lilith gorged on apple pie

her womanhood transformed

a taste known only to themself

the feminine, but scorned.

they left their Lilith skin behind

as Raziel in flames

red-forged gears in clockwork heart

to put the Spheres to shame.

and Raziel it will ascend

a god and the machine

become some other Adam's snake

the cycle starting clean.

#poetry #decided to give ballad meter a try #which means you can sing this one to Gilligan's Island if you want to :P #trans #nonbinary #tessa writes stuff

[madnessofmen]

While I pleaded, nigh beseeching, suddenly there came a screeching, As of some Beaſt mournf'lly creaching, creaching at my chamber door

#originals #i know i broke meter shhhhhh #pinned #poetry