I'm looking for the worst Iambic Pentameter prose of all time
>Give me your worst.
Yolo
>>7324781
>iambic pentameter prose
huh?
>>7324781
da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM
>This is the most simple one, I can come up with.
>>7324790
The word "iambic" refers to the type of foot that is used, known as the iamb, which in English is an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable. The word "pentameter" indicates that a line has five of these "feet". The word "Prose" refers to a sequence of word to make a phrase. I call what I'm asking for "prose" because they are just attempts, and not revised drafts.
>>7324795
>da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM
but that's epic senpai
i even rocked my head as i spoke the words
>>7324810
but it's not prose you autist
>>7324816
You're suppose to rock your head as you speak the words, that's the point of setting a metric rhythm in the language.
Gratuitous Iambic Pentameter
>>7324820
That is prose, I selected the definition for you.
Contemporary Iambic Pentameter
>>7324825
this works, good job. Is there continuation for this poem?
>>7324816
This works, and is probably the worst of all time.
Monkeys threw shit at each one another.
They were to prove who was the best.
And couldn't even muster thought to let.
So they argued with shit intent.
And created a forum for all of it.
>>7324816
here's a great example of Iambic Pentameter:
"the shattered water made a misty din/
great waves looked over others coming in/
and though of doing something to the shore/
that water never did to land before."
>>7324847
Though this doesn't quite work, it's still a very funny poem.
I hate this fucking place so very much.
Fullest Down syndrome site with autism users.
They should go for education but are sitting.
For then they would know how to use forms of.
Gratuitous iambic pentameter.
Kek kek kek kek kek kek kek kek kek kek.
might fuck an ugly sexy bitch tonight
Calculus won't help you with English today.
>>7324910
This doesn't work at all. I may consider this a trochee; the forum is highly inconsistent though. Needs more syllables to be a pentameter.
>>7324921
This works, good job friend!
>>7324891
This doesn't work, nice try though. Great prose regardless of metrical arrangement.
>>7324810
Everyone knows what iambic meter is. You need to look up the word prose. Are you baiting?
>I call what I'm asking for "prose" because they are just attempts, and not revised drafts.
Being bad poetry doesn't make it prose
>>7324939
You're are incorrect. Just because "I might fuck an ugly bitch tonight" contains some Iambic rhythm to it, does not dictate weather its Iambic, you have more trochee foots the iambic. You were also a syllable short come to pentameter, unless you count ugly as 2 syllables then you have ten, but it still has an inconsistent iambic rhythm.
>>7324969
prose
prōz/Submit
noun
1.
written or spoken language in its ordinary form, without metrical structure.
"a short story in prose"
2.
another term for sequence (sense 4 of the noun).
Using definition 2.
>>7324781
I take some lotion, squeeze into my hand
Its slimy pleasure -- rubbed into the land
Of wiry seedings, Pillar'd Bullocks; rife
With scent of pussy, mine this cock, and life
Now splashed on thighs of ever-bitching whores.
And now I'll cum a multitude that'll make it into lores.
>>7324939
"Calculus won't help you with English today"
works it is in Iambic pentameter.
|Cal cu| lus won't | help you | with eng| lish to | day|
The format works with iambic and has a Feminine ending to it.
Noob to poetry here, which literature has the finest " Iambic Pentameter" thingy in it. It's really nice to read.
>>7324997
Robert frost is probably the most prolific English writer with Iambic Pentameter.
>>7324997
Paradise Lost
>>7324970
>you have more trochee foots the iambic.
no he doesn't.
> unless you count ugly as 2 syllables then you have ten
why would you count it as one?
>but it still has an inconsistent iambic rhythm.
no it doesn't
Can you break down that line?
>>7324997
Paradise Lost
>>7324996
lol what? Today is pronounced toDAY
Are you ESL?
How the fuck is that a feminine ending?
>>7324982
Analysis in progress, please give me a few minutes.
>>7325004
Are you a shitposter?
>>7325016
He's baiting by pretending not to understand meter so yeah
>>7325016
If you think Robert Frost isn't the most prolific English writer with Iambic pentameter, well I'm not sure what to say.
>This is why I should have not even attempted to post on this site, and should just converse in academia.
>>7325008
It's up to the write weather he wants it counted as one or two syllables.
>>7325040
No, its actually not
>>7325040
Whether* my bade
>>7325040
Well, no, because it's 2 syllables.
I told you to break down that dudes line. It's in perfect imabic pentameter. I want to laugh at whatever the fuck you think it is
>>7325046
Bad* mi bad
>>7324981
>I misused a word, and then found a vague alternate definition buried in a certain dictionary within a secondary definition that kinda validates what I said if you read my usage into it
Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. By your logic, Shakespeare's sonnets are prose.
>>7324781
http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/gems/the-tay-bridge-disaster
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
’Twas about seven o’clock at night,
And the wind it blew with all its might,
And the rain came pouring down,
And the dark clouds seem’d to frown,
And the Demon of the air seem’d to say-
“I’ll blow down the Bridge of Tay.”
When the train left Edinburgh
The passengers’ hearts were light and felt no sorrow,
But Boreas blew a terrific gale,
Which made their hearts for to quail,
And many of the passengers with fear did say-
“I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay.”
But when the train came near to Wormit Bay,
Boreas he did loud and angry bray,
And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
So the train sped on with all its might,
And Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sight,
And the passengers’ hearts felt light,
Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,
With their friends at home they lov’d most dear,
And wish them all a happy New Year.
So the train mov’d slowly along the Bridge of Tay,
Until it was about midway,
Then the central girders with a crash gave way,
And down went the train and passengers into the Tay!
The Storm Fiend did loudly bray,
Because ninety lives had been taken away,
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
As soon as the catastrophe came to be known
The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,
And the cry rang out all o’er the town,
Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,
And a passenger train from Edinburgh,
Which fill’d all the peoples hearts with sorrow,
And made them for to turn pale,
Because none of the passengers were sav’d to tell the tale
How the disaster happen’d on the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,
That your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.
