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Lesson 1 - Basics of Meter

QUOTE OF THE DAY "Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation. Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power." - Robert Frost As Robert Frost is saying, meter and rhyme are not the most important parts of writing. They are the most intricate when creating poetry, but poems can be written without them. I began my poetry with free verse, and gradually became more and more fixed as I went on to learn more about how meter affects the poem, and how rhyme, alliteration, asson

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Aeolian harp

Your loveliest thoughts collide, statuesque on a street corner, and graze waves of beauty's bliss. Against the fiery distance of desert plains, the secrets of my soul slide into you, and lips sing through starry skies. A year of moments in a cool breeze thoughtlessly lost in tides of daisies. Where does the wind go after the tear in your eye and the smile on your face? Where will the wind break after you dance through the season and dream of me? A fleeting moment, in a daisy dream in the bellow of a bloom; my fluttering fancy's delight.

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Aeolian harp by colettefay, literature

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Aeolian harp

height by j0iedevivre, literature

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height

you swallow pianos with your legs tied tight to the sins in your blood I watch you there, under the snow like victor frankenstein I turned from my creation and left you to creep and despair; it is hard to forgive what you do not love I have hated you: myself. we gave us porcelain to fight the multitude it did not flow, but learned to be a shell breakable a heart time flew to the edge and came to a ravine; rocks dared the hands. there, a girl, dress torn, too late. a graveyard of clocks below. I wish to dash the slate against a stone, to crush the chunks with stepping. I wish you would help me

kalie by like-yesterday, literature

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kalie

her name is Kalie and she sits under silk blankets, making bracelets with pink thread. She made one just for you, spelled your name in knots and crosses. She doesn't believe in Jesus. her name is Kalie and you don't know her. she is the sea; greens and blues and greys sunsets in her skin. salt washed eyes she sits on shells and her shins bleed. her name is Kalie and she is empty, with life. she ran into a tree yesterday and broke her jaw that's why she doesn't talk. and you yell angry words you wanted to knot her bracelet. her name is Kalie and she watches people jump off bridges. splash in the summer sun, she jumped t

Bubblegum Chaos. by Self-Intoxication, literature

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Bubblegum Chaos.

+ Take down the walls and try to find the pink bowels of your house. Squeeze your pupils like you need to, as if you are trying to squeeze a blackhole out of it. Swim in the mirrors like you're in love, or on fire. Pedal faster. + Tell your melon coffee sweater to screw off. Tell your mother I said hi. Tell the particles you inhale to slow down. + Turn on the radio and listen to the politicians polish and wax. Tell Alaska she is not good enough. Fire a handgun and look surprised when you do. Inhale the smoke like it's your mother's purple ashes. Talk about

i'm a liar and that's a lie. by tragicvista, literature

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i'm a liar and that's a lie.

it's not raining tonight, and i don't have to run my insecurities away tomorrow morning. i'm not a blue-haired, blonde-eyed girl, and no, i'm dyslexic not. the moon tonight is not a new moon, and the stars aren't twinkling because i want them to. i didn't forget how to hold my breath because i don't remember how to distinguish if something is beautiful or not anymore. i didn't just write a poem. (and it certainly wasn't a terrible one!) i haven't drunk too much water today, and i'm not as good a liar as i thought. it's not raining tonight.

The Charles Anderson Bridge by ThimbleIsland, literature

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The Charles Anderson Bridge

One day I will go to her feet uprooted and covered in loam, without my body bloated like it was in the spring when she shivvered under my buckeye tree and threw seeds at passing cars. She used to think that she could see her shadow from that bridge when I walked with her at 1am, cast onto the naked treetops and the splitsecond reflection of her flashlight against the cover of clouds as she stood in her al

As I Swam Into The Sea by TalhinxovxL3v1tat10n, literature

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As I Swam Into The Sea

she told me she wasnt all right i entered the room of face painting with rooms and rooms of masquerades amour my love amour my face faded in the mirror the white washed walls weeped at the sight you came upon with a worried look and a tear fell into my soul no water comes to the thirst of mortal presence in the sky yes repress yes repress the wind brought meaning to the sky the water brought meaning to the empty banks tears now to weep tears now to weep with empty banks once spread their dust across the sky's canvas knees to stiff from standing knees to stiff to hold myself in a forgiveness unknown should of known as much for

ambrosia by Hyperionic-Xmissions, literature

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