I wrote a little poem to practice writing in meter. Decided to share it. The object of this one was to write lines with 7 syllables: two iambs followed by an anapest so the stress/un-stresses would look like this: / x / x / / x . I did a decent job, even told a small story in between. Just a practice poem though, nothing to aspire to or be proud of.
I love the headache you gave.
Your charcoal face, never shaved,
that threatened me with a blade.
I must have woke from the grave!
You stand, lock-jawed in a daze
my wake — your signature face:
Perturbed, your movements are safe…
I loved the headache you gave —
I’m dead — Surprise, I was brave!
To shoot my headache away
with buckshot. Geez, what a waste
you think. What, me or the lead?