The curse of the iambic pentameter
May 26th, 2008
You pick your pen and scratch your chin a bit
these wretched words frankly just would not fit
you're growing gray rhyming cheater and peter
and stuffing them all in an iambic pentameter
Swallowing your pride with every ending 'love'
with a helplessly crushed creativity you rhyme it with 'dove'
but then 'orange' somehow finds its way to the end
and no bloody word would rhyme howsoever language is bend
And by now you realize that the pentameter is lost
in the quest for rhyme, rhythm was the cost
or maybe you are just not enough talented
your pride is bruised and your ego, dented
All you can do now is write loose verse
with shallow meaning and language too terse
on how you suck at what others are so much better
on the restrictiveness of iambic pentameter
On how the literary world is completely unfair
with some hogging more talent than their share
and sad figures like you barely making ends meet
staring sadly, hopelessly at the sparkling clean sheet
Hoping that words would appear by godly intervention
that 'heart' will find a partner without undue tension
and you twitch your brow and scratch you head
think for a bit and go down to bed.
keep throwing dart, below and above..
eventually heart will find its love 🙂
nice poem... loved reading it.
OMG!!!!!! O_O
@Phantom: :), actually this is my only one I do not hate... and that was pretty darn good from you, 'above' is probably the only other rhyming word with love after dove, glove and shove.
@Kilsu: I will take that you were not completely frustrated 🙂
Riksu, I take it that you have been pilfering from this website ? How come 'trove' does rhyme with love, dove, above and glove?
Yes I was not frustrated, rather amused if you may. "Chussu" your name has been really bulls eye!
ohh and behoove as well.
Your poem is actually awesome.
Considering how junta are marking their territories in the comments section, I want to mark mine too in the form of a demo of the difference between (e)some and ful
Behti Ganga mein haath dhona:
The curse of the iambic pentameter
of-course mutilates english grammar.
In case you wonder, "Why bother?"
my advice would be "Well, Suffer!"
Do you realize how dangerous it is to give ideas to the gauche?
how delightful is your little poetic quest
for only when you rhyme will you rest
your obsession with this measure is queer
you do share it with a certain william shakespere!
you scratch your chin but its to no avail
you wish even rhyming words were on sale
my friend if you grow a beard you will see
how easy this iambic pentameter can be