#anapestic

[i-scan-your-poems]

so i'm writing an adaptation of little red riding hood for my college english 101 class (gen ed), and i decided to start it out with a poem. may you scan it?

At yes-ter-year's moon, lay down three rac-coons, at one-oh-one score, in their nest. A fa-ther of two, mo-ther long gone blue, has been found as naught but a pest. To ex-ter-mi-nate, a pup-pet-eer's fate, but that's such an un-re-fined end. The tri-o shall find, the man has no mind… …That his prey, in a fight, shall con-tend.

Full scansion:

◡ – / ◡ ◡ – At yes-ter-year's moon, ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – lay down three rac-coons, ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – at one-oh-one score, in their nest. ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – A fa-ther of two, – ◡ / ◡ ◡ – mo-ther long gone blue, ◡ ◡ / – ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – has been found as naught but a pest. ◡ ◡ / – ◡ – To ex-ter-mi-nate, ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – a pup-pet-eer's fate, ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – but that's such an un-re-fined end. ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – The tri-o shall find, ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – the man has no mind… ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – …That his prey, in a fight, shall con-tend.

Metrical form: Two lines of anapestic dimeter followed by a line of anapestic trimeter; all of the lines are (with the exception of the last line in the poem) acephalous, missing the first unstressed syllable of the anapest. Lines 5, 6, and 8 each reverse the order of a stressed and an unstressed syllable (bolded above) by anaclasis. ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ ◡ – (◡) ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ ◡ –

rhyme scheme: AAB CCB DDE FFE

[tyrnn]

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[superwholocked-for-life]

Eloise

11/23/19

I walk a

Familiar

Path, out of

My dorm and

Down the road

Passing all

The cars on

Their way to

Someplace I’ll

Never know. But

Where I am

Heading is

A place I

Know so well.

This place is

A home of

Sorts, akin

To the eye

Of the storm

That we call

Life.

I walk a

Familiar

Path, in through

The doors, and

The bell rings

Warmly and

A few heads

Raise, only

To return

To their own

Thoughts.

I walk a

Familiar

Path, to the

Front of the

Shop, and I

See her, right

There in the

Corner. She

Smiles at her

Customer

Walking out

Into the

Wild city.

I ignore

The other

Cashiers in

Front of me

For her, for

She is the

One I see

Each day.

Eloise.

It’s such a

Simple and soft

Name that you

Would barely

Be able

To say it

Above a

Whisper, yet

Somehow she

Makes me step

In time with

The very

Syllables

Of it.

Eloise.

It’s sweet, just

Like sunshine

Or perhaps

A quite hot

Evening. Her

Name is the

Breeze that cools

Your cheeks and

Keeps you out

For a bit

Longer, and

Allows you

To ignore

The blazing,

Blistering,

Dreadful heat,

All for that

One breeze of

Refreshment

And inner

Peace with your

Mind and soul.

Eloise.

She shoves back

A certain

Unruly

Curl behind

Her ear and

Looks up to

Meet my eyes

And for a

Moment, time

Seemed to stop,

But started

Again once she

Looked away and

Hurried back

To make my

Coffee.

I walk a

Familiar

Path, to the

Table for

Two right by

The window

That always

Seems to be

Empty, and

Waiting for

Me every

Morning. I

Gaze into

The bustling

Streets, chock full

Of people

On their way

To big and

Exciting

Things, and I

Lose myself

In the sight

Of it all.

Life is so

Simple, so

How can we

Hold such great

And immense

Worries in

Our hearts?

My mind runs

Wild with my

Thoughts, so wild

That I can

Barely hear

The light thud

Of my cup

Being set

So gently

Onto the

Table.

Eloise.

I waltz a

Familiar

Dance with her,

Stumbling my

Way blindly

Through small talk.

Her brown eyes

Sparkle with a

Radiant

Passion that

Flows deep in

Her very

Heart and soul.

We talk so

Briefly that

Before I

Even know

It, she’s gone

Away.

Eloise.

What a name.

What a girl.

What a life

This is, where

A plain old

Gal like me

Can meet an

Adventure

That has such

Gorgeous dark

Brown hair and

Ebony

Eyes as my

Most darling

Eloise.

I will tell

You something

Secret, but

You can’t breathe

A word of

It to any

Body at

All.

I don’t come

Here for the

Coffee, I

Come here, 6

Whole blocks out

Of my way

For one, you

Heard me, one

Reason and

That is all.

I walk this

Familiar

Path, every

Day to see

My dearest

Eloise.

And I don’t

Even like

The coffee.

[bisexualwildflower]

You seem too hot to touch-- You're too weird and too wild, With the marks on your skin And your mischievous smile. Uninhibited, free, With that loud, joyful laugh, Diving deep, singing strong, Unashamed, unabashed. With your sharpness of mind And the way your lip curls, You deserve everything That is good in this world. You seem too hot to touch; I'm delighted I've learned How to let myself do it Without getting burned.

“Salamander”

[i-scan-your-poems]

the way to a crane fly's heart

traditional forms of seduction

typically fail to function

when a crane fly you wish to make yours

for a crane fly you see

has no mouth so to eat

so to smile so to kiss so to flirt

but if a crane fly you love

as they alight from above

and bedazzle with dazzling wings

because a crane fly you see

is an elegant thing

with a way of her own to intrigue

so your crane fly young love

must fly like a dove

in her dancing and swirling ways

this big crane fly to-do

is what you must go through

to make that crane fly your mate

so what must you do?

why you just dance too

and the crane fly will give you her heart

for a crane fly you see

is a romantic thing

and she finds her love through her art

scansion:

◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ traditional forms of seduction – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ typically fail to function ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – when a crane fly you wish to make yours ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – for a crane fly you see ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – has no mouth so to eat ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – so to smile so to kiss so to flirt ◡ ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – but if a crane fly you love ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – as they alight from above ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – and bedazzle with dazzling wings ◡ ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – because a crane fly you see ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – is an elegant thing ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – with a way of her own to intrigue ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – so your crane fly young love ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – must fly like a dove ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ – in her dancing and swirling ways ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – this big crane fly to-do ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – is what you must go through ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – to make that crane fly your mate ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – so what must you do? ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – why you just dance too ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – and the crane fly will give you her heart ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – for a crane fly you see ◡ ◡ ◡ / – ◡ – is a romantic thing ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – and she finds her love through her art

metrical form: ◡ ◡ – ◡ ◡ – (1st line is normally anapestic dimeter) ◡ ◡ – ◡ ◡ – (2nd line is normally anapestic dimeter) ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – (3rd line is anapestic trimeter)

The anapests may be replaced with iambs. A few lines have other types of variations (e.g. the first 2 lines have a somewhat different meter). The trimeter lines are the most regular part of the stanzas.

rhyme scheme: AAB CCD EEF CFG HHI JJK JJL CFL

[thepoetryofjp]

Metrical Verse, a Starting Point

Metrical Verse, a Starting Point

I have heard the question a lot over the years when reading online about poetry on forums, “what is the easiest way to explain Iambic Pentameter?”

Here I am going to attempt to give this answer.

First we have to understand the question. The word Iambic is referring to a type of metrical foot.

A foot within metrical poetry is a unit of measurement. There are the following types of…

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[imago-liber]

Temptress you and all your desp’rate yearning for yore. What a pity I part from the path which you placed by my feet and yet flaunt when I fall back and forth. Could you please keep the peace? Give me pause to replace what you’ve taken. Your teasing a torturous tale! Would you mind? I feel mage fingers mire through my mind. Evidence! Are you dense? Did I deride your drawl? Perhaps insight makes insane fools ill, but refined. Then again you have grins do the grabbing, my guess. No need to show me towards the door, tethered and trussed. I see her frigid hands seek to hang to my heart Pray I go before glibness takes growth in my gut. Thus I stress to impress what a mess, miss Temptress This desire and its fire that inspires and requires dedication in case in my space I efface its existence; insist my resistance dismissed as if I did not write all that spite in the night! Reluctantly, company unplanned; just one man.

[bisexualwildflower]

I want to dance for you, show you my lithe little waist, give you things I don't want to let anyone take. Want your hands in my hair and your taste in my mouth, want to kiss away all of your worries and doubts-- want to kneel on the floor at the foot of your bed, want your hands on my body, your words in my head, want to give you the sky, want to give you the sun-- and if I can't have you, I don't want anyone.

“Fantasy”