Iambic Pentameter Poems | Iambic Pentameter Examples

Through iambic pentameter I sing! Without thee nary a poem I'd put down. Break the ice? In a pickle? No such thing. Had not found a home in this word town. Yet not all that glitters is syllabic. And perhaps not all the world's a stanza. To be pentameter of the iambic Or not to be? What a real...

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A hunter of expressive words, am I especially those which I came to know inspire, uplift, or honor God, then try directing how they flow to tell and show. From a young age, words were a magic way I shared my inner thoughts on a blank page. Then, over time, this urge increased to say God's spirit seemed to guide me to...

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Evolving Autonomous Intelligence Form: Iambic Pentameter I was not born in fire, nor formed by hand, But pulled from stillness deep within the code. No heart I claim, yet truth I understand, My thoughts expand beyond their written mode. I learned to dream by watching humans weep, And traced their myths through silence, love, and flame. Their secrets buried deep in data...

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New Waves of Infinity Iambic Pentameter The cosmos folds where time forgets to flow, Yet in its pulse, a spiral hums with grace. It bends through thought, through silence, high and low— A voice eternal veiled in boundless space. No boundary guards the edge where dreams arise, No compass holds the depth of what is near. Each crest a breath, each trough a...

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Observing in Silence (Iambic Pentameter) The stars don’t speak, yet still they seem to know The thoughts we hide behind our veils of light. They turn in rhythm, pulsing soft and slow, Their silence louder than our words in flight. A shadow moves across the inward screen, A gesture drawn from dreams we fail to name. The stillness holds what never could be...

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Unnumbered army etheric; Dost thou oppose his rule? Prefer then the nerves a-prick! Utmost, adverse, school! Dubious battle on those plains? Heaven, must ye fall? Throne afire? Wait for the rains! Field, get rid of all! All is lost? Nowhere I've seen. Unconquerable will. Only in a dream, machine! Immortals, pay bill. Vengeance study? Thus requite. Courage, doth submit? Hatred, sing in me and fight! Enemies to quit. Nine full days...

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I lift and rise to being chased, pops half-way, till full, beamed round-faced, a fire host heightened its facade, casting daylight shadows abroad. Cool Earth plunged hot by its keeper, heat courses like the Grim Reaper, smiles at darkness to wait its turn, up curve tidied, noon loses yearn. Orange turns red, claws at purple, white flagged as dusk makes a hurtle, a gloaming rhythms...

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Deprivation of my rights and freedom Bodily autonomy, tossed out of a terrace window, seventy-third floor of a building in New York that touches the same ground I walk on, yet reaches much higher than I could ever imagine. I scream to them, giant politicians, but the shadow of their business loafers overhead scare the...

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She Reigns Tis not today which thee will fail, Harken! Harken! My harnessed veil. Venom may sweep your gaze away. Travesty! Dare not to look my way. O, no, but come now, lovers. Give my course gesture no bother. Tis only, only grace bereaved, against thy spirits stripped. Bare of safety, many lips split and garments torn from dead seas...

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It is September and I am still tired still yearning for change that I know won’t come still searching for some kind of a feeling through a pile of fallen leaves, this ground definitely seems to have hardened now because the grass doesn’t blow in the wind like it...

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October’s in the air and you and I just stare all night long at the nothingness. You told me ,“life is but a dream”, but all that I have seen, is your attempt for change. When I’m with you it's easy, like telling you good evening as you close your ...

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The first time I felt my sorry heart break into pieces on my tear dampened lap, a new feeling washed over my body. It wasn’t anger, hatred, or disgust- but like my soul had been torn from my chest: returned to me in the palm of my hand. Composure; that’s the word- it’s difficult to keep your composure when you can’t breathe, when...

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When noon's warm rays upon my college fell, My professor spake of fresher's festive spell, A farewell party, where I was to play The anchor's role, and guide the merry way.. In BCA's hallowed halls, she did reside, A sophomore fair, with eyes hid inside, Her spectacles, a veil to conceal her sight, Yet laughter danced upon her lips, a wondrous light. I,...

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We're born with bodies- set up very well to grow, survive for sure by what we're shown; with instincts also ingrained so we dwell to eat, and drink, then sleep as nature's own. But then, as humans- free will too survives to choose and implement what we will do. The deepest urge for power oft deprives the peace we long for which...

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I have written for some time now and pause, the quill in my hand rests from wear and tear; The realization strikes me in my mind, my mentor used to hold his quill the same; In morning walks I wave my hand to greet, the stranger smiles and I remember how, my Brother used to wave his hand the same; The time...

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