#AABB

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full scansion:

◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – I will bitch / about heat. / I will bitch / about cold.  ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – ◡ / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – I will bitch / about sunshine, / and about / growing old. ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – I will bitch / about ev/erything, in/side and out. ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / ◡ ◡ – You will find / there is no/thing I can’t / bitch about. 

metrical form: anapestic tetrameter (a form often used by Dr. Seuss) rhyme scheme: AABB other notes: 1 extra syllable in line 2; otherwise extremely regular.

“When the weather gets cold in a few months you will complain about it then, so enjoy this heat” I will bitch about it now, I will bitch about it then, I will bitch about everything there is ever to bitch about, because guess what, Im a bitch

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__Dancing In His Hand__

*So far from home, I take his hand, unsure,

A dance so new, his touch, it feels so pure.

Unsteady feet, breathless, lost in the night,

But in his arms, there's solace, fleeting light.

And I whisper, Master.

Time slips away, like ashes in the breeze,

His gaze a lash, that brings me to my knees.

I long to waltz, our dance shared in the dark,

The lonely pain that lingers leaves a mark.

He speaks my fate, the orders I had dread,

To dance in shade, where all hope has been bled.

The night draws near, it brings a sorrow song,

To die for love —

would that truly be wrong?

So far from home, I take his hand, unsure,

A dance so new, his touch, it feels so pure.

Unsteady feet, breathless, lost in the night,

But in his arms, there's solace, fleeting light.

And I whisper, Death.*

(Hey, love your blog! Here is a Poem I wrote for my Curse of Strahd game lol)

scansion:

◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – So far / from home, / I take / his hand, / unsure, ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – A dance / so new, / his touch, / it feels / so pure. ◡ – / ◡ – / – ◡ / – ◡ / ◡ – Unstea/dy feet, / breathless, / lost in / the night, ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – But in / his arms, / there's so/lace, flee/ting light. ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ And I whisper, Master.

metrical form: Iambic pentameter. There are some trochaic substitutions, as in line 3. The lines "And I whisper, Master" and "And I whisper, Death" fall outside of this structure.

rhyme scheme: Each stanza is AABB.

[ameyjf]

To my Valentine...

The magnetic force of your love draws me near, It's senseless to resist the orbit my dear, In the galaxy of my thoughts you're the star, You're my guiding light, despite how far you are.

As the years pass and the universe expands, Through the dance of time, our love always withstands, Like the everchanging stars, we too shall grow, As days turn to years, my love will always show.

— Amey J. F.

[transmorolians]

ulala is not mom she is not hot she is not bitch she is not precious bean and she is not girlboss. she's 22 she is hypersexualised she is overworked and traumatised she's jiggy with the groove and a failgirl on the move

[i-scan-your-poems]

scansion:

◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – If minimum wage you'd like to make, ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – This ancient quiz you'll have to take. – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – Step right up, but be prepared. – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ ◡ – Those who fail are poverty-snared. – ◡ – Question One! – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ If your labor proves most fruitful, – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ Raking quarters by the bootful, – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – Who should excess profits reap, – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – Me the wolf or you the sheep? – ◡ – Question Two! – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – If, by merit, you're made pope, – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – What will be your fervent hope? – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – Law and order justly paired? ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – Or mercy and the guilty spared? – ◡ – Question Three! – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ If a train should leave Topeka – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ Driven by a solar squeaker, – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – How then should the cat behave? – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – Give it milk or give it grave? – ◡ – Question Four! – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ Do you have a criminal record?

metrical form: tetrameter, sometimes iambic and sometimes trochaic. the "question one/two/three/four" refrain between quatrains is a cretic monometer line.

rhyme scheme: AABB quatrains; the final quatrain ends abruptly after a single line.

other notes: quatrains two and four have a shift from feminine line-endings in the first half of the quatrain, to masculine line-endings in the second half of the quatrain.

this is for a part-time job as a barista

[inveterade]

Festival Conectadas reúne mais de 40 palestrantes em evento gratuito no RJ

Estão abertas as inscrições para a 1ª Edição do Festival Conectadas – Conexões que Transformam, o maior evento de empreendedorismo feminino do Rio de Janeiro. O festival acontece nos dias 2 e 3 de novembro, das 12h às 22h, no auditório da AABB, na Lagoa, Zona Sul do Rio. Com mais de 40 palestrantes, o evento apresenta 12 painéis sobre o papel da mulher em diversas áreas, como Turismo, Marketing…

[oscolotlxzooxx]

An Illness Tomb

𝙱𝚢 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚡𝚣𝚘𝚘𝚡𝚡

A single sneeze can make me go mad.

A sneeze after a sneeze.

I'm trying to enjoy the buzzing bees

While living with ease,

But then I sneeze.

Again and again.

Night after day,

I sneeze this snickness away.

As night falls after resting all day,

I pace around my room.

Thoughts busy with my tomb.

I sneeze.

God, please!

I'm going insane from feeling ill.

Over and over my body will not stay still.

I'm going mad,

I'm no where near glad.

When I sneeze and sneeze,

My mind is not thinking of the bees,

Or living with ease.

God, rest my body, would you please?

[i-scan-your-poems]

full scansion:

– ◡ / ◡ – ◡ salmon / so tasty ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ it make me / eat hasty ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ when salmon / is finished ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ the joy is / diminished

rhythmic form: 2 amphibrachs per line rhyme scheme: AABB other notes: line 1 is acephalous, replacing the amphibrach with a trochee

salmon so tasty it make me eat hasty / when salmon is finished the joy is diminished

[potatoesandsunshine]

you just... you gotta have some fun sometimes

[thevalleyisjolly]

I additionally apologize to my players in advance for subjecting y'all to trite poetry.

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full scansion:

– ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – download / killing / upload / pain. – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – instant / thousand / deaths to / brain. – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – mother/board on / murder / spree. – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – blood com/puter / victo/ry. – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – online / chilling / upload / nice. – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – posts give / life a / little / spice. – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – cp/u is / pure and / true. – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – inter/net for / me and / you.

metrical form: trochaic tetrameter catalectic rhyme scheme: AABB stanzas other notes: There is a strong preference for foot breaks to correspond to word breaks in the first half of the stanza (lines 1-2 and 5-6). In the second half of the stanza this tendency does not apply and lines may begin with 3-syllable words that cross the foot break (lines 3, 7, 8); in these lines either the first or second long position is filled by an unstressed syllable.

download killing upload pain. instant thousand deaths to brain. motherboard on murder spree. blood computer victory.

[miagkoi]

In the morning glad I see; // My foe outstretched beneath the tree. <- this part is really fucking with me

[what-fox-is-this]

Species: Red Fox (Vuples Vulpes)

Color Morph: Cherry Red (AABB)

Possible in nature: Yes

Cherry Red is just a variation of the natural red fox color. The easiest way to identify a cherry red fox is the deep red color and the lack of white fur in the inner ear.

Source

[i-scan-your-poems]

Would you please do a analysis of the famous "lik the bred" poem by reddit user poem_for_your_sprog?

my name is Cow, and wen its nite, or wen the moon is shiyning brite, and all the men haf gon to bed - i stay up late. i lik the bred.

"i lik the bred" is like maybe my favorite internet poem of all time! of course!

full scansion:

◡ – / ◡ – my name / is Cow, ◡ – / ◡ – and wen / its nite, ◡ – / ◡ – or wen / the moon ◡ – / ◡ – is shiy/ning brite, ◡ – / ◡ – and all / the men ◡ – / ◡ – haf gon / to bed- ◡ – / ◡ – i stay / up late. ◡ – / ◡ – i lik / the bred.

metrical form: iambic dimeter rhyme scheme: ABCB other notes: This could also be analyzed as AABB iambic tetrameter, but what I love about it is that after one long sentence, it breaks the syntactic unit in the middle of a couplet to create a surprising ending. Ink has been spilled over whether the non-standard orthography of this poem is intended to evoke archaism (as it is about an event that happened in an 18th-century historical reenactment) or the animal speaker (cf. the orthography of lolcatz memes).

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Metrical form: iambic tetrameter

Rhyme scheme: 6 stanzas of ABAB, then 2 stanzas of AABB

Other notes: There are some trochaic inversions (e.g. of love lying past any veil). Both meter and rhyme are regular for the first 6 stanzas, up to "A cupboard, larder, and the loo-". After this point, the rhyme scheme changes and the meter temporarily becomes irregular:

◡ – / And you / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – ◡ You all / lie there / together

This phrase, metrically a single tetrameter line, is broken up by a line break (emphasizing the repetition of you, the fact that it rhymes with loo in the previous line, and the tonal shift), and there is hypercatalexis (an extra syllable at the end of the line). The following line is also irregular, maintaining the tetrameter but with extra unstressed syllables and inversions:

◡ – / ◡ ◡ – / – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ Memo/rialized, / birds of / a feather

After this, the meter becomes regular again but the new rhyme scheme continues.

hi did you know that ancient mesopotamians buried their dead under the floors of their own houses to always be close to them? i can't write a poem about this but by god i will write a master's thesis

[ameyjf]

The Survivor

The story of us begin a spring so bright, We danced through the days, embracing every night,

Together we planted flowers for our love, Each one bloomed with promises from the stars above.

But as the petals fell and stars lost their gleam, Stitches binding our love story tore at the seam.

In your silent indifference laughter faded, The flowers wilted with the secrets you shaded,

The melodies I wrote you were left unsung, As I struggled to mend the chains come undone.

Your verbal arrows easily found their mark, Piercing tender skin, sinking into my heart.

Through the storm of your resentment, my love was worn, And our scattered love petals lay trampled and torn.

In the aftermath of your tempest, I stand, A survivor of you, lost in a wasteland.

With hope as my needle, and self-love as thread, I will stitch the broken heart you left for dead.

— Amey J. F.