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...
Portrait of a Lonely Wolf
For every day, somebody else has left. For every day, another empty house. For every day is closer to the day When he will be the only one still here. The only one to never find a way To any other place. His road goes but In circles. And he...
Blank Verse Essay on Intentionality in Queer Fiction
I will not say here, 'no more happy ends.' I won't presume to undercut the need For stories of queer heroes of queer worlds Where homophobia has never been. For gods of sunset, moon, and winter know That if no tale but such as these were told...
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.
Run for the Cliff
Free verse and iambic tetrameter, nice and classical. they shook off the thoughts of the mountain, and began to read once more.
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...
Boarding Days
The real crime was that he'd mixed iambic and dactylic pentameter; the english master would be livid. i should have reported him, come to think of it. but that was all, sadly.
(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...
Demon Dorms
(though, really, he shouldn't have been complaining, because mocking english majors in iambic pentameter was a favourite pastime of his.)
Paint the Town Red - Chapter 1
I've tried a bit of everything, some haikus, limericks, free verse, iambic pentameter; i even tried writing an epic poem once!" "why'd you stop?" kerry asked.
Gryphon's Recovery
Putting the book on the ground, he began to wave his arms in small gestures in time with the spell's iambic rhythm. "ghozi, tarzi, whreksnitanya, pyntra mwungot, borzhta qanya!"
Heraclitan Bird-Songs
**Jisei-Sonnet** : _The Heraclitan Bird Prepares For Death_ Denied by all, the black and cursèd bird Encased within the pang of pain and grieving, And painted with a crest that sang deceiving, Defied the world - corrupting all they...