Meter Poems - Poems about Meter

Form: swap quatrain/senyru utilised for experimental haibun Inspired by a photograph from the performance piece: "To Add One Meter to an Anonymous Mountain" by Zhang Huan "Beyond the mountain, there are mountains" Traditional Chinese Proverb stop and analyse, don't linger without moving contemplation of a moment can be soothing still, getting too close or embedded isn't wise don't linger without...

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I sould not stop for Death—Impatience— Spurred my footsteps on— His carriage lingered at the gate— But I had long since gone— -- The daisies whispered at my heels— The wind implored me stay— Yet Time unbuttoned from my grasp— And swept the road away— -- I met the dawn with breathless haste— Too swift to turn—too late—...

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A sentence or two, nothing more. Five rhymes, and then back out the door. A meter that’s strained, Some topic profaned: Ah me! What’s a limerick for? ...

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Peter, Peter Pumpkin eater, I wish I never heard of meter....

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Lots of books, lots and lots of books ISBN numbers and the special book-calling in style Once after reaching puberty, how to see Maria Shriver is among these, (almost a right-angle question). After liquor, a loud unspoken indecisive moment to decide on portion of sugar and milk. I recalled, totally two passenger moments with two celebrities The husband of one went...

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A very novice poet am I, a fledgling, just learning how to fly. My thoughts may climb as I flap my wings but my anchored feet to this earth still clings. I hope in time these wings won't teeter and I can soar in a different meter....

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Today I feel iambic! I would say of all the meters, I like it the best. An iamb starts with some soft sound to say then ev'ry second syllable is stressed. Trochees likewise, alternate their stresses; even-numbered syllables are muted. Nowhere near as popular (my guess is) - Trochee fans, though, fervently dispute it. Feet are the units of meter - such...

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Cadence Nature dances in the cadence of grace In hypnotic snows descending Or raindrops steady patter In symphonies of metered tides That match the rhythmic heartbeat Drawing spindrift of the heart into fusion. Grace never slumbers in hibernation, Nor does the pulse of consecrated mercy sleep Abiding in the orbit of the seasons Harmonic vibrations of celestial seeds Flow from the eternal’s pulsing passion In steady beats...

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I truly apologize to any reader. I've run out of change for my poetry meter. Please send me some quarters or a quartette. The meter maid has not been by yet.....

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Life is a journey It is not a hundred meter dash It is a marathon of curves and twists That unfolds in stages Every phase serves a purpose In the university of life No matter how brilliant you are You cannot be given double promotion You must undergo and pass every course For every course is for a purpose As you ride...

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Ruled by Meter, Ruled by Rhyme (A Poet of “What’s Next”) I love both metered verse and rhyme, the discipline they bring that guides the output of my muse (their voices help heart sing without restraint). They elevate mere prose, grant harmony to speech that gives it shine. They decorate mind’s symphony. Free verse, of course, inhabits space, mysterious this tide that...

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He said, I don't know why you're acting like this. Yoou trow the cornbread on thr table and it fell to the floor. I got up and left. you hit me with the Hoe, on purpose again I left. When you took the credit card and put it back in mthe draw with nothing one it: I didn't say anything. But yesterday I...

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A street meter thief, Peter Jeter Would saw off the head of one meter, Take it home in his sack, Keep the coins, bring it back, Which was pointless by that time, of course, having completely destroyed the meter. Written 27 Feb 2022...

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Poets count on fingies To get the meter right. Scribes of prosy thingies, In randomness delight....

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YOU are on the hospital bed, struggling for your last breath but this time I too lost my faith because can't stay beside you as I promised Just being 2 meters apart I can't hug you???, huuugggggg????? I can't even touch you??? because they said, 2 meters apart is only...

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