Accept the challenge, will you, board of Veeky Forums?

The question is for how long can you go

While speaking in iambs times five in verse?

We cannot hope for this and rhyme,

So do not try if it will make it worse.

>We cannot hope for this and rhyme
*as well*

Goddammit - have I failed in this attempt?

is his name shakesprog or sprogspeare

How do people even count syllables? Shit's unpossible.

>stressed and unstressed syllables

I never got this meme, enlighten me

>meme

This, how do you know which is stressed. Besides easy one like "Pow!"

>Not having graphical signs for stress
>Anglocucks

I have difficulty with the stressed and unstressed meme too. You can understand intuitively while speaking or reading, but when you're in the headspace of trying to figure it out, it's like a maths equation you're prone to overthinking, that makes you overlook things that would be obvious to you in any other context - mistaking which syllable is stressed in obvious words

For sure it's hard, but try and maybe do.
I'm not much good, but it's still fun to try!

methinks the user doth protest too much

is his/ name shake/sprog or/ sprogspeare/

you fail.

You find it follows certain patterns, dude.

Just choose to hear the words that fit the beat. You'll find the sound is rather pleasant, no?

There are, but keyboards oft' are lacking there
and finding symbols through the menu sucks.
I wish we could incorporate a way
to just hold down the key like on a phone
and bring up options with the accent marks.

Just write it down in meter and speak it out loud. You'll find it sounds strange if it isn't right.

I have been here watching all you filthy
Faggots who play with your sordid dinkies,
On unkind chairs in rooms filled with blue light,
Shame, and petty addiction to shitposts.

One gives such good advice and yet methinks
the purpose of the thread is all but lost
unless you couch your words in meter true
in hopes of lulz resulting from the cost.

To Alan Ginsberg somehow I'm referred,
the candid smut so lovingly doled out.

Your poetry exceeds the norm 'round here
yet playing by the rules you clearly doubt ;)

You ,lost, enchant the interior with a
Fetid scent, as if ramen and cum-socks
Pilled into a blackened pit of sorrow.

Here is my attempt, a sentence in pent

I hope that fat Jew's corpse was placed in a
Sealed casket, so his body's gaseous plume
Split his fat, pale, old belly open wide

Again, these words speak truth - an image strong.

It is a valiant effort, to be sure.

Except the op'ning line, you nailed it there
your imagery is fierce, o edgelord true.

The Psuedointellectual dimwit fags
Cannot into terza rima, Shakespeare
For queers, and Dante haunting Anglo fears

The Italian Sonnet is the better.

Your first line sings like fire from the mind;
The rest I cannot parse to fit the test.

Though words you use are very triggering
To that which I find personally deep.

Elaborate, I dare thee, if thou could'st
And speak thus to a humble, lowly bard.

Th' Italian Sonnet is the better one?!

user, up against all, I see you there:
Straining eyes and tear ducts, collecting more
To add to your database of horrors;
The innumerable maladies all
Across this scant globe that seethe on your screen,
That lock away the child from so long
Ago in the opaque memories of
Being three feet tall, having a whole day
To bask in the sweet innocence that was.

To lay it simple, cede to simple minds -
Italian quashes putrid English Rhymes

wow this thread died, eh?

>I nev/er got/ this meme/ enlight/en me/
good work, user, what you did there, I see