Blank verse is a literary device defined as un-rhyming verse written in iambic pentameter. In poetry and prose, it has a consistent meter with 10 syllables in each line (pentameter)
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Blank verse is a literary device defined as un-rhyming verse written in iambic pentameter. In poetry and prose, it has a consistent meter with 10 syllables in each line (pentameter); where, unstressed syllables are followed by stressed ones, five of which are stressed but do not rhyme. It is also known as “un-rhymed iambic pentameter.” An example is Mending Walls by Robert Frost.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall.
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
Full moon
By Shafi Rehman
These upsurging waves of buried emotions
When full moon is hitting the tides of ocean
The rise of this hidden inner turmoil
I’m trying to mask myself from another soil
The warmth is what I feel from my feelings
I know how hard is dealing
The distance I kept is for my healing
I don’t know how to look at the ceiling
The night is shifting from the moment of time
And my angels are still singing beautiful hymns
Let me hear what these voices say
I want to see when my heart betrays
Let’s take the leap.
By Sunia Tanweer
Let’s cross our fingers,
And leap forward.
Make some mistakes,
And break our hearts.
And then,
Let’s find something,
That can mend us back
For all we care.
Billion different stars
(Inspired by the moon that follows my car)
By Ghulam Fatima
Isn’t it so tragically beautiful
That a graveyard of stars
Has too much to say
To the seven billion
that are up at the same sky
And see such different things...
They say that the most beautiful of things
Cannot be heard or seen
They must be felt by heart
Its written all across the skies
Painted all over our eyes
Billion different souls
Billion different pains
Billion different seekings
Billion different names
Billion different joys
Billion different ways
Billion different days
Billion different stories
Just a gaze up
To forget all your worries
You are a child of the cosmos
You are the universe
You are the stars you gaze at, wrapped under the same skin
The answers you have been seeking
Have always been within
You are the billion different stars
Just wrapped under some scars
You are the night, alive
You are a sky full of stars.
Come back
By Amna Ameer
Stay,
I used to say,
In the grey of winter,
As the spring approaches,
To take you away,
Don’t let the scent,
Of liberation,
Delude you,
From what’s broken,
But salvage-able,
And as it poured,
Over our souls,
Laying vulnerable,
Underneath the sky,
I look at you,
With a questionable intent,
What does my heart want?
Amidst the drowning oceans,
Of lost opportunities,
As my tears create ripples,
And lose time,
Why now?
Masks
By Saleha A. Khan
The poor mortal was
nothing more than
layers and layers of masks.
A few innocuous lies, a few horrid truths
merely for survival
the hardest of tasks.
So let the human wear it
for the sake of his existence
let him wear it like an armour
against society and resistance.
Till he descends into his grave
“and goes where?”, he asks
to his God, to heaven
a land free of masks.
Compiled by SK
