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METER IN POETRY A poem can contain many elements to give it structure. Rhyme is perhaps the most common of these elements: countless poetic works, from limericks to epic poems to pop lyrics, contain rhymes. But equally important is meter, which imposes specific length and emphasis on a given line of poetry. Meter is the basic rhythmic structure of a line within a work of poetry. Meter consists of two components: The number of syllables  A pattern of emphasis on those syllables  A line of poetry can be broken into “feet,” which are individual units within a line of poetry. A foot of poetry has a specific number of syllables and a specific pattern of emphasis. Common Types of Feet in Poetry In English poetry, the most common types of metrical feet are two syllables and three syllables long. They’re characterized by their particular combination of stressed syllables and unstressed syllables. They include: Trochee . Pronounced  DUH-duh , as in “ladder.”  Iamb . Pronounce...

WHAT IS POETRY? Poetry is a type of literature that conveys a thought, describes a scene or tells a story in a concentrated, lyrical arrangement of words. Poems can be structured, with  rhyming lines  and  meter , the rhythm and emphasis of a line based on syllabic beats. Poems can also be  freeform , which follows no formal structure.  The basic building block of a poem is a verse known as a  stanza . A stanza is a grouping of lines related to the same thought or topic, similar to a paragraph in prose. A stanza can be subdivided based on the number of lines it contains. For example, a  couplet  is a stanza with two lines. Poetry is visibly unique: a narrow column of words with recurring breaks between stanzas. Lines of a poem may be indented or lengthened with extra spacing between words. The white space that frames a poem is an aesthetic guide for how a poem is read.  Poetry is a type of literature based on the interplay of words and rhythm...

LUCIFER’S DAUGHTER   Gagging as I gasp for breathe. Drowning in the pool of my own blood. My throat slit open, Just handed her the knife. Thought she was chocolate of life, Dandelion green she turned out. Satan even fears her. He sits to take notes at her wake. Love like heaven, not for everyone. A fool I was for believing. With a sweet Judas kiss, She serpently lured me into her claws. Just when I was feeling comfortable. My heart she vampire out. Was nothing. But just an ant in the arms of an anteater. She was not born of Adam. Lilith's blood ran through her. Till now, her bogus love blinded me. I lay dying, though not like Romeo. ChipoCM the poet.

Injustice has eaten deeply into the fabric of our nation. Justice has decided to side the unjust, the guilty rich is better than the innocent poor.  This poem narrates the daily ordeal in our society.