Group Poem XIV
Group Poem XIV
Group Poem XIV
This poem will have a Halloween-inspired theme.
It will have 5 stanzas of 5 lines each, rhyming AABBB, CCDDD, EEFFF etc. The first 4 lines of each stanza will be in iambic hexameter (12 syllables each), and the last line of the stanza will be a short line of iambic dimeter (4 syllables). The second and fourth lines of each stanza shall include one word of at least 4 syllables, which should be shown in red. Here are the title and first line:
THE GHOST
While strolling through a graveyard in the dead of night
This poem will have a Halloween-inspired theme.
It will have 5 stanzas of 5 lines each, rhyming AABBB, CCDDD, EEFFF etc. The first 4 lines of each stanza will be in iambic hexameter (12 syllables each), and the last line of the stanza will be a short line of iambic dimeter (4 syllables). The second and fourth lines of each stanza shall include one word of at least 4 syllables, which should be shown in red. Here are the title and first line:
THE GHOST
While strolling through a graveyard in the dead of night
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard in the dead of night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
While strolling through a graveyard in the dead of night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard in the dead of night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
While strolling through a graveyard in the dead of night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard in the dead of night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
While strolling through a graveyard in the dead of night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
[First line changed to avoid using "dead" twice]
The bathos in line 5 is deliberate.
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
[First line changed to avoid using "dead" twice]
The bathos in line 5 is deliberate.
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied.
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied.
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied.
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied.
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim.
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim.
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim.
Or die in shame.
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim.
Or die in shame.
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host."
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host."
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
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