Poetry Writing Excercise #6: Anapestic Poetry

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Douglas
Posted at: Jun 26, 2010 at 7:49 PM 
When people write iambic poetry, the most common form has 5 iambs per line, making it iambic pentameter. When writing anapestic poetry, however, it very common to have four anapests per line, making it anapestic tetrameter.

In case you've forgotten, anapests have 2 unaccented syllables followed by one accented syllable. Thus, the following is a line of anapestic tetrameter:

all my POems are WRITen in ANapest FORM.

What about rhyming? Well, the most common rhyme scheme for anapestic tetrameter is very simple: every pair of lines rhymes.

all my POems are WRITen in ANapest FORM.
and the LINES rhyme in PAIRS because THAT is the NORM.

So your challenge for this week? Every day write a poem in anapestic tetrameter, with rhyming pairs of lines. How long should it be? It can be as short as two lines, or as long as you like!
~Edited by Douglas, Jun 26, 2010 at 7:50 PM

Douglas
Posted at: Jun 27, 2010 at 2:48 AM 
All the days of the week are quite special to me,
But my favorite of all of the days, don't you see,
Is not Monday or Tuesday, or any weekday,
It's not even the weekends when we get to play.
No, my favorite's the day that just never arrives
It's Tomorrow - the day we chase all of our lives.

Douglas
Posted at: Jun 27, 2010 at 3:16 AM 
I did my response to this week's writing prompt in anapestic tetrameter: After the Festivities

R. Wesley Lovil
Posted at: Jun 27, 2010 at 4:16 AM 
It is Mostly a blue or a little bit green
Now it is inky and looks as if mean
We all wail to the sounds of distress
Our pact with the devil is why we're a mess
Evil BP promised to ease all our needs
They ruined our seas as pay for their deeds

Douglas
Posted at: Jun 28, 2010 at 3:36 AM 
Here I sit in my room at a camp on the lake
And I try to write poems while I'm half awake,
And the rain's coming down on the lake and the ground
With an odd sort of rumbling and muttering sound.

Douglas
Posted at: Jun 28, 2010 at 3:46 AM 
If you don't mind, I'm going to go through your poem, R. Wesley, and add/remove a few words here and there, just to tweak your rhythm...these are just my suggestions...there are other ways to tweak it I'm sure. :)


It is Mostly a blue or a little bit green (no meter problems)

Now it is inky and looks as if mean
Now (it's) inky and looks (just a little bit) mean

We all wail to the sounds of distress (this one is missing 1 anapest)
We all wail (and we weep) to the sounds of distress

Our pact with the devil is why we're a mess (This line is just missing an unaccented syllable at the beginning...you could leave as is, or you could add "For", "But" or "And" at the beginning.)

Evil BP promised to ease all our needs
Evil BP (has) promised to ease all our needs

They ruined our seas as pay for their deeds
(But) they ruined our seas (and we?) pay for their deeds

For all my picking apart the meter, this is a very good poem. Timely, and interesting. Nice job. :)

R. Wesley Lovil
Posted at: Jun 28, 2010 at 4:04 AM 
The morning is time to go work or to school
If we ride on a bus we'll no longer be fools
It's so easy to turn into persons who care
Yes our world can be better, I say it I swear

Douglas
Posted at: Jun 28, 2010 at 4:37 AM 

R. Wesley Lovil
Posted at: Jun 29, 2010 at 4:37 AM 
Yes the pool was so deep, oh so cold and I still go
for the day was so hot and I needed a blow
Into the deep I did dive all alone, it's a ball
But alas I'm in strife out of breath I do call
My warning is yours and my hope is you heed
To be trapped in water is a woe you don't need

Douglas
Posted at: Jun 29, 2010 at 4:44 AM 
Is there hope for the sun to shine over my head,
Or will thunderstorms grumble and rumble instead?
May Passagassawakeag reflect by and by
All the sweet shades of blue in a bright summer sky.

R. Wesley Lovil
Posted at: Jun 29, 2010 at 6:37 PM 
As I walk I do pray for a sunny new day
For a while I do plead to increase my low pay
But of course it's not right and yet still do I ask
To our lord up on high an easy to do task
If a lottery ticket, a winner if you please
The amount is important not just a wee tease
I'm ready to be rich and not just for my own
Yes I'll help the others I'm a man not a stone

Douglas
Posted at: Jun 29, 2010 at 7:21 PM 
When you play in the lottery, I'll tell you what,
The casino or state, they will take quite a cut.
So if you want to win big, so you stay out of debt,
Then I'd have to agree that a prayer's your best bet.

Douglas
Posted at: Jun 30, 2010 at 3:52 AM 
Well, today's a nice day and the mountains have called,
So I think I'll be just a bit Ragged and Bald.

R. Wesley Lovil
Posted at: Jun 30, 2010 at 4:01 AM 
As a shot oh so long It is true as you say
But alas it's a need as I lost my 401K
A retirement is hard if no money is there
As the time is so slow as you sit and you stare


Douglas
Posted at: Jul 1, 2010 at 2:36 AM 
Another poem written while staying on Lake Passagassawakeag: Missed Opportunities

Douglas
Posted at: Jul 1, 2010 at 2:57 AM 
And one more: Lake Passagassawakeag

R. Wesley Lovil
Posted at: Jul 1, 2010 at 4:03 AM 
A grasshopper's a funny wee bug who only plays
So unlike as we know all the ants who get praise
When winter is at hand the grasshopper's foodless
Now we know all the ants can see what is the best

Douglas
Posted at: Jul 1, 2010 at 6:44 PM 
Whenever you've got specific words you MUST use, in a particular meter, things can get pretty dicey. Since your poem is about grasshoppers, you can't avoid using that word, and "GRASShopper" takes up a whole anapest, which means following it by an article ("a" in this case) can be problematic, because the articles aren't usually accented.

Here's a possible rewrite for that line:

The grasshopper's funny, a wee bug who plays

Douglas
Posted at: Jul 1, 2010 at 6:46 PM 
When my brain's all worn out from the math that I do,
I mix poetry into my tired mental stew.

R. Wesley Lovil
Posted at: Jul 1, 2010 at 8:02 PM 
As I stare at my screen and it stares at me back
All is blank and wonder I if words are off track
The cursor is laughing it loves me to grieve
i be right or I be wrong I'll try long as I breathe
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