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willknightauthor · 1 year

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THE BEGGAR

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

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perfected-grace · 2 months

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What makes a house a home?

What makes a chair a throne?

Why do dogs love bones?

Why do broken women end up alone?

Why does some pain leave scars?

How is the sun a burning star?

Why do the heartbroken end up at bars?

Why are women from Jupiter and men from Mars?

Why does death come in twos?

When presented with 2 options, why choose?

What becomes of a singer who only sings the blues?

Why must you never buy your lover shoes?

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How is it that when love evades me, my fail safe reacts

How am I confidently able to tell my pro tem soulmate that I am never coming back

How can the grass look so green on the other side that it oozes money

Why do the jokes about me ruining my life if I leave actually sound funny

Why are my kids depending on my happiness when I don't have any left

Can someone help me find my worth and self respect

Is it a question without a question mark

Are you really twin flames when there never was a spark

Are you just terrible at matters of the heart

Do you specialize in scribbling lines and call it art

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When love lays me on the ass here comes a helping hand?

The other end of a man who says he understands?

Sells me the dream that he will wipe my tears away?

Holds me up and holds me down so that I would want to stray?

I stand up and grab the hand ready to experience what I never knew?

I always end up biting off more than I can chew?

What is the difference between fire and the flame if they are the same hue?

Here comes the next guy right on cue?

What's the difference between a question and a statement?

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i-scan-your-poems · 15 hours

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Would you please do a analysis of the famous "lik the bred" poem by reddit user poem_for_your_sprog?

my name is Cow, and wen its nite, or wen the moon is shiyning brite, and all the men haf gon to bed - i stay up late. i lik the bred.

"i lik the bred" is like maybe my favorite internet poem of all time! of course!

full scansion:

◡ – / ◡ – my name / is Cow, ◡ – / ◡ – and wen / its nite, ◡ – / ◡ – or wen / the moon ◡ – / ◡ – is shiy/ning brite, ◡ – / ◡ – and all / the men ◡ – / ◡ – haf gon / to bed- ◡ – / ◡ – i stay / up late. ◡ – / ◡ – i lik / the bred.

metrical form: iambic dimeter rhyme scheme: ABCB other notes: This could also be analyzed as AABB iambic tetrameter, but what I love about it is that after one long sentence, it breaks the syntactic unit in the middle of a couplet to create a surprising ending. Ink has been spilled over whether the non-standard orthography of this poem is intended to evoke archaism (as it is about an event that happened in an 18th-century historical reenactment) or the animal speaker (cf. the orthography of lolcatz memes).

#iambic #dimeter #iambic dimeter #iambic tetrameter #my name is cow #bredlik #i lik the bred #queued #requested

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creatediana · 1 month

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"Lines Written Hastily on Someone Else's Desk" - a poem written 3/27/2024

I have to sneak into your desk— I've calculated every risk— I have to test out all your pens and blot out with them my chagrins. I have an urge for every ink— for every mark I make I rank the color and the thickness.—In my rainbow correspondent brain this is the peak of knowledge—yes, the summit of my study's bliss. I snoop and steal to these fair ends— my paper keeps exotic winds.

#been awhile since i posted any of my #handwriting #2024 #iambic meter #iambic tetrameter #quatrains #rhyme scheme #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #i've probably written idk how many poems about how i love snooping through other ppl's desks at work #listen. i just wanna see what kind of writing utensils u got #and use them on myyyyy paper teehee~ more colors #awhile back at my sister-in-law's bachelorette party. all the other women were talking about #how they like to look in ppl's medicine cabinets. and i was like what? why?#bc my sister-in-law and her blood sisters were talking abt how u do it early in a relationship #and i just couldn't relate. and it wasn't like a deeply voyeuristic things. it was more like #they just wanna see what u keep and how. in ur bathroom setup.#i mean i kinda get it. it is looking at how somebody lives.#in some very basic ways that arent super personal but theyre not necessarily apparent when u meet them #but anyway now i think abt that every time i go looking through ppl's desks. im like Oh This Is What I'm Doing.#the creepiest thing i've ever done is sniff somebody's chapstick. i wanted to know how minty it smelled #i should stop this confessional right now

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mezmerspoems · 2 months

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With hearts of steel we walk on forth

So let me be your magnet’s north

But don’t let terror be your guide

Or each mistake you took in stride

I’d take it back, and I could

Regret is all we’ve understood

I can’t only apologize

Oh, let me bow before your eyes

And show you what I only can

I’m always adding to the plan —

— But there’s some thing he won’t accept

Some parts of him are too inept

Well, that’s the one thing I can see

He’s nothing more than I can be

#iambic tetrameter #This piece is about a couple who endure after mutual abuse #She takes responsibility and accepts her flaws to regain his trust #but silently to herself she realizes he won’t do the same in the end #poetry #poems on tumblr #spilled thoughts #mine #poets on tumblr #mezmer #spilled ink #free verse #spilled words #romantic poetry

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nightshadereaper66 · 7 months

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All of my poems and short stories in one place for you to binge-read. Will be updated when I post new things. Unless I forget.

Stories: The Great Sandwich Adventure: Three dysfunctional animals try to make some lunch. Tomfoolery ensues. Death's Gift: A man meets Death, who offers him a wish. Be careful what you wish for... Reflections: Waking up to something odd. In The Fume Hood: Too much homework. Too little sleep. An overly powerful (and possibly sentient) fume hood. Ethanol and Mothballs: The halls of the museum are quiet at night. The collections are a different story; organisms wake up and begin to explore...

Poetry (from 2024): The Betta Fish What Could Have Been Blurring Together Fibonacci Poems Part 2 My Brain Gnome Is Disorganized The Baby Turtle I'm Still Here Atrophy (Slowly Wasting Away) Recycled I Am A Human Empty Room Hope is the T-Rex With Feathers Self Love Missing Common (Important) Things Leap Day Sticks and Stones The Half-Light Saturation Diver Miss Felicity Overcast Limbo Unknown Land Melted Rock Sensory Issues Zugzwang Perfect Illusions The Lake Behind the Dam Desert UNIVAC LARC Solid-State Computer Cancer Research Who Owns The Moon? Peel Off A Chunk of Skin Maggots I Gave It All Away Upshot-Knothole A Thousand Times The Dining Room Table Sidewalk Chalk Kerflugleshlog Puck Sprite Heatwave Where

NaNoWriMo 2023 Poetry from 2023

Descriptions: Inner Peace

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headpatslut · 7 days

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Beyond a wish, it is intent My lips and teeth shall know by heart The shape of you and all your scars I do not wait for just assent

I look for opportunity To breach the distance, touch your skin Though more than just a prize to win I'll claim you yet, love, you shall see

Your heartbeat calls me, strong and fast, To coax out every plead and gasp That you may give me in the dark

I will make sure you don't forget So if you lose yourself, don't fret I promise I will leave a mark

Dee

#sonnet #poetry #polyamory #iambic tetrameter #nb t4t

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kaida427 · 3 months

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Ashes

“You’ll never know unless you try,” They say to me to stop the cries Of effort lost on pointless days And anguish brought by mind’s decay.

And try I might, I only find That failure follows right behind Put each of my best feet forward, Both are left, left this dance tortured.

One-two step but three and four, Aching and tired, they call for more. Another day I find myself Stepping along with words unfelt.

Beaten, broken, tired, sore. On the path but no rapport. Nothing left to say for me, Lips stitched shut by agony.

Left in ashes and dust of self, Laying my heart upon a shelf. Forevermore they will rely, “You’ll never know unless you try.”

#iambic tetrameter #love me some iambic tetrameter #had an iambic tetrameter phase #poem #poetry #original poem

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aetheistics · 1 year

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dreaming in a foreign language fluent as the river's current I hear you I feel you

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rudysassafras · 2 years

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Birds of a Feather

We used around the fire light

To speak of life into the night

Until the morn’ came into sight

Then bid farewell like birds in flight

And falling on our separate beds

Inside our minds in separate heads

We dreamed of things each of us fed

The tapestry of verbal threads

And waking at the crack of noon

With splitting heads like crescent moons

We ventured out of separate rooms

To separate lives, two crazy loons

—rudysassafras

#poetry #iambic meter #iambic tetrameter #long meter #rudysassafras

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poetasterwaster · 7 months

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Sonnet XVII

XX. (lie) A lie, ah, give to me again. You hate, you hate my lie indeed. A lie is bad? Or none will need? Would lies impair your heart in vain? A lie is not a crime insane. Are truths in any case correct? Could truths be just in all effect? Ne’er does a truth induce the bane? Which do you not want to select: A hearty lie, a hurtful truth? The lie offending you: disdain. The lie defending you: respect. It’s spite that hurts you heart in sooth. With love, hmm, tell me lies urbane.

#poetry #original poem #rhyme #sonnet #verse #original poetry #iambic tetrameter #Petrarchan sonnet #Even a lie becomes one truth if you stick it out to your grave

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yaaqov · 2 years

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I Copy Myself and I'm Obviously Okay With That

I'll trade the future for a day. Tomorrow's bloodline ends. I'll sacrifice a sack of rice To find the perfect grain then say, "A peerless moment has no friends." I'm buying now, no thought of price.

I pack my stuff. We're breaking up. Your "sorry" came too late. It's getaway then get my way, Supine, my hands combine to cup The brine you shed, your weekly spate. I'll trade the future...for a day.

#poetry #formal poetry #rhyming poetry #iambic tetrameter #paronomasia #play on words #wordplay

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kittenofdoom · 1 year

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My newest hobby: asking my mom to help me find the rhythm and meter of Weezer songs because I can't do scansion as well as her.

I asked her if this was in iambs: