Iambic Jentameter

[Nately's Whore]

When I hold thus the heart that's in m'hand...
I fear to tread what specs might hold it bland

Now is the winter our syllables Die.
Here is the presence attaining the line.

What horrible reaches my sentiment peaks.
What fantastic passion that lies in my seat.

Here is the presence submitting to dine.
Here is the leper alone in his shrine.

NanoParticulate poisened for good.
Here is the voice that shall prove me no good.

This is the presence that loves a girl.
This be the poem we'll show to her

 

[thujone]

lost me at the end but 4th stanza was great

 

[statesponsor]

Pentameter no? Ah, it depends where you wanna put the stress on the words. We cant all tapdance iambic pentameter like Mr Branagh. Enjoyed that though, well done.

 

[Nately's Whore]

Experiment in pentameters and I thought logically the way you just put it as well, statesponsor.

I can accent any word I like, right? It's rather subjective.

Though I just did this one quite literally in a few moments after my first drunk. I usually write prose.

Thanks.