Seven Syllable Poem
Hello everyone!
I haven't made a post in awhile because I've been busy with school. I have a class called Form of Poetry where we write form poetry. Here's a poem that's seven syllables to each line, even the title is seven syllables:
How The Dead Roll In Their Graves
A cemetery basked
in early morning light stands
alone and eager for the
day to begin. The dead clutch
to their caskets. And I walk
this dirt path in search of the
one tombstone to open my
mind. I will rub my skin on
the cold stone, feel the raw
inscription begging to be
read. The dead roll carefully.
Writing form poetry is harder than it seems. I've also written a poem in iambic pentameter which I might post later.
Enjoy! And please post comments, they are welcomed.
Sarah
I haven't made a post in awhile because I've been busy with school. I have a class called Form of Poetry where we write form poetry. Here's a poem that's seven syllables to each line, even the title is seven syllables:
How The Dead Roll In Their Graves
A cemetery basked
in early morning light stands
alone and eager for the
day to begin. The dead clutch
to their caskets. And I walk
this dirt path in search of the
one tombstone to open my
mind. I will rub my skin on
the cold stone, feel the raw
inscription begging to be
read. The dead roll carefully.
Writing form poetry is harder than it seems. I've also written a poem in iambic pentameter which I might post later.
Enjoy! And please post comments, they are welcomed.
Sarah
posted by Sarah L. at 12:35 PM
4 Comments:
Welcome back, chere amie.
More soon as I shake this muffle allergies has brought on. Something tells me I'll be a bit more clear then.
Love.
YOU'VE PUT HEART AND MYSTERY IN A FORM POEM. THAT'S THE WAY TO USE THE LANGUAGE OF SHEKESPEARE
nice post. thanks.
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don't give up and also keep writing mainly because it simply just nicely to read it.
impatient to look at more of your own content pieces, good bye :)
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