Ragnarok - XVIII
As does a man who from an areoplane Leaps for heart-stopping sport hang for the half, Half-second that his heart is stopped, and sees The world spread out below, amid the clouds, And wheeling slowly, like the stars at night, Until gravity finds...
Ragnarok - XII
Somewhere it was sunset. On the hills The last refractions of the scarlet sun Licked at the upper edges, like a flame About to catch on paper, but below All now was more than darkness, as the bars Crossed cruciform around a lantern wick Grow...
Ragnarok - XIII
Where once the yearly snowmelt flood had carved A narrow serpentine defile, that poured Itself onto the plains until there was No more snow left to melt, now were there walls And roof, rough hewn and roughly thrown into A rude, windowless,...
Blank Verse Essay on the Haunting of America
If you tell stories long enough my friend, I think, if you are honest, you must own That stories told here, told about here, try To turn into ghost stories. Only by Supreme and rigid force of will can you Tell any story in this land of ours And...
Sonnets and the Sublime
The snow leopard had gone on for fifteen minutes quoting shakespearian sonnets while he attempted to explain the difference between pyrrhic and iambic pentameter for berthold's homework.
Above Average Part 17
"you can take your iambic pentameter and shove it up your ass. you made me late." tiffany grumbled as she checked her watch once more. "alright. alright. it was nice to see you too. enjoy your date." kyle replied with a chuckle. "no.
Touch
Ezaryn worked silently at his desk, struggling through his assignments and trying to write some god damn iambic pentameter nonsense and began to regret taking creative writing as an elective with each syllable he scrawled out.
Advice to the Traumatized Coyote in the Passenger Seat of My Tow Truck
I'm not the guy you come to for advice Unless it's on what not to do. Besides You shouldn't take just anyone's advice. You don't mind if I ramble on a bit? Save you the grief of making small talk, yeah? Besides, there isn't much to see out...
Midnight Rendezvous
No i don't care about iambic pentameter or am very good at poetry, what gave it away? ~7,300 words detective andersons cruiser idles in the parking lot of a small gas station surrounded by massive pine trees.
(Scene, An Room Within ye Strongehold of the Pyrate Lord O’Donnel.)
(Enter James McCloud, and Wolf O'Donnell. They bring with them Richard and Robin, bound and gagged.) Wolf: I had hoped to escape affairs of state! James: For you and I to scape them, so must they At least a little while. This dismal cell Must...
Grayson's Triad Book 1 -- Prologue
Watching robbie tear downfield, a brown-topped light gray blur of speed, to line up a shot at the goal, is (if you'll pardon the cliché) poetry in motion - iambic pentameter at the very least, perhaps even dactylic hexameter (thank you, longfellow).
Helen of Hathor
The young farm hand began to recite the scene in it's full iambic pentameter, reciting each line with passion.