#trochaic

[i-scan-your-poems]

Macrame Shibari Pixies

scansion:

– ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ Macra/me Shi/bari / Pixies

metrical form: trochaic tetrameter

other notes: There's a blog (and a cartoon theme song) for that! @trochaic-mutant-ninja-tetrameter

[willknightauthor]

PERSEPHONE

Dumbness spites me when I meet her. Numbness bites my tongue to greet her. Bless or curse me, all the sweeter, Springtime daughter of Demeter. 'Tween Jove's realms I ever teeter When I chance a chance to treat her To a liaison discrete ‘r Read her tumbling lines of meter.

[mortejchjo]

Valentine's

Her face is full just like the moon,

And hair the length of bankless rivers.

Her lips were curved like mighty sand dunes,

To be adored forever 'nd ever.

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Her eyes are shining hazel gloom,

As if they're hardened sappy ambers.

Surrounded calm by milky pools

That capture sharpened contrast colors.

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Her nose that bridges wide with two

canals of smaller size, like curves

Of ox bends forming circled jewels,

Let go a melody of birds.

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Her lips are thick with plumpness. Smooth

On both the top and bottom swerves

Of pink and reddened dipping grooves

With softness loosely mixed and merged.

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Her breasts are hills eroded through

To creamy suppleness. Aturn

In each and every single move

Vanilla liquid shook dessert.

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Her hips are wide and body too,

Matching widths I have discerned.

And she does give a lovely view

When she goes t' wear those clothes of hers.

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Her skill with paint and makeup's true,

Creating seamless shapes that blur

And blend into eachother's hue.

Master-guided, as it were.

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Her and me are tightly strewn

By sewing needles made of earth

And yarn of cloud that's tough and booned

With love from me and her in turn.

[a-random-emu]

Drawstring Hoodie

Eyelash in my eye, why oh why hast thou forsaken me; my last defense gave way.

His great precautions were to no avail, “you darn earphones, entangled and exposed!”

 She looks up at the light which is still red. The fourth one in a row. The world hates her.

His sad umbrella inverts in the wind. Such an inopportune time for his suit.

She looks down at her loose shoe, now untied. Would have been fine if it were not a race.

He quickly pulls the hoodie over his head. He’s amazed, it’s on backwards again.   Another week passed, at long last. They sit down, they unwind, they open up a Pringles™ lid, but to their surprise, inside the can is naught.   ATM, why won’t thee accept this bill? It’s not ideal, sure, but nothing is.   He could have sworn the phone had been plugged in, “I guess somehow it didn’t charge overnight?”   She pulls a push door and it does not budge. The man behind her recommends pushing.   They snicker from a distance as he tries to grab a quarter glued to the sidewalk.   She registers for an email account, but they do not believe she is alive.   A crying baby at the movies. “Ho- ly shit, be quiet, for the love of god.”   They taketh shape in many forms, but for once in my life could I find a pen that works? Why oh why is there never any ink?   The drawstring of my hoodie, never e- ven. Always too far to the left or too  far to the right. So I pull on one side.  It tightens firmly (had it been loose I would have known what I was doing) around my neck but I keep pulling, pulling just for the sake of being even and right. Pressure is too strong, unable to breathe,  I let go. Tension is released, at last.   “Too hot!” she suddenly exclaims, while turning the shower valve the other way. “Too cold!”

[ginger-in-a-fez]

Trochaic: /-

Iambic: -/

Twenty One Pilots: |-/

[i-scan-your-poems]

Dies iræ! dies illa

Solvet sæclum in favilla

Teste David cum Sibylla!

Scansion:

– ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ Dies / iræ! / dies / illa – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ Solvet / sæclum / in fa/villa – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ Teste / David / cum Si/bylla!

Metrical form: Trochaic tetrameter Rhyme scheme: AAA. The poem that this comes from has an AAA BBB CCC etc. rhyme scheme, and note that the last two syllables of each line rhyme. Other notes: Listen up, chucklefucks... No but seriously this demonstrates some cool issues in Latin scansion that might end up being related to my PhD research. Classical Latin poetry is based on patterns of long and short syllables (a system it borrowed from Ancient Greek poetry), with no rhyme and mostly no rules about where the stress accent falls. The dies irae poem is in Latin but it's from the 13th century, when most Latin poetry wasn't like that and was instead based on stressed and unstressed syllables and rhymes, similar to the way that poetry was written in the vernacular languages of the day. Also, it's in the ninja turtle meter.

[i-scan-your-poems]

hiii ive been thinking abt it a lot recently,it's very much becoming my favourite poem (i have tied it to one of my favourite ocs its so over for me.) and now im wondering about what the meter for The Tyger by William Blake is? thank you :3 i also hope your day/night is going well

You know,I love The Tyger as well but it's been ages since I've thought about it. It's trochaic tetrameter catalectic! Some lines (like line 4) start with an extra unstressed syllable, arguably making those lines iambic instead.

– ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – Tyger / Tyger, / burning / bright,  – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – In the / forests / of the / night;  – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – What im/mortal / hand or / eye,  ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – Could frame / thy fear/ful sym/metry? – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – In what / distant / deeps or / skies.  – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – Burnt the / fire / of thine / eyes? – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – On what / wings dare / he as/pire? – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – What the / hand, dare / seize the / fire?

etc.

Also there are a few points where IMO a meaningful word that you'd naturally emphasize goes in a syllable that should be unstressed, so the trochee gets read as a spondee. For example, I read the final line as

– – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – Dare frame / thy fear/ful sym/metry?

The same could apply to dare in line 8. But that might just be me!

[i-scan-your-poems]

From a post I ran across in my archive, poem is by misbehavingmaiar: Stones will break, and roots will squeeze, vines will grow and bend all knees; mushrooms hunt and thorns yolk; weeds strangle and flowers choke. The age of skin is done. The hour of bark is come. Baruuum.

Scansion:

– ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – Stones will break, and roots will squeeze, – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – vines will grow and bend all knees; – ◡ / – ◡ / – / – mushrooms hunt and thorns yolk; – – / ◡ ◡ / – ◡ / – weeds strangle and flowers choke. ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – The age of skin is done. ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – The hour of bark is come. Baruuum.

Metrical form: Lines 1-4 are trochaic tetrameter catalectic. Lines 1-2 have no variations from the basic pattern; line 3 omits an unstressed syllable from the last foot and line 4 has anaclasis of the second and third syllables.

Lines 5-6 remove the initial stressed syllable, becoming iambic trimeter.

Rhyme scheme: AABBCCD