Here is my example of a Dactylic ditty. Remember, we are writing strict meter "for the workshop only". Seldom is Dactylic or Anapest used exclusively throughout a poem. Also, this is in Pentameter. Don't feel you must write Pentameter. Trimeter or Tetrameter will suffice. These are long feet and writing in Dactylic Pentameter is a stinker.

Harmony, musical, Dactylic, yes it’s hard, try it out.

Don’t be afraid though not ready to risk it and trust yourself.

Why does your teacher keep whining so spite your attempts at it?

Silence deafens growls under the forest
Witness glowing screeches of red eyes
gunshot roars squeak out in banshee chorus
The sound of wolf howls crooning lullabies

Ron

You may cry in writing anew, work in the form of anapaest
Some may find the intellectual write will progress
Leaving standard writers with a plethora of poetry needing an edit
Then the teachers of poetry should help the others in the write

"Try two"

You may cry in writing of poems in forms you may not be now sure of or know.
Some may find when the Bard is now studied our work will progress
Leaving standard of writing now with another meaning to sort
Then the teachers of poetry should help the others in the writ

Time isn't a thing that we borrow, but
it is about how you live the tomorrow and  
it is a life, an attempt that you go through so,
time is about what you thoroughly learn to do. 

These are hard and it is becoming longer words than four letters HELP.

Clearly now poets can scribe in a factual way for all
Venturing past our ways poetry talks to me
Working with pride to rejoice in the word of the poet to be
Wesley he told us how writing was flowing a little better you know

I am/ not sure/ of all/ the rules/
I thought/ that they/ were all/ for fools
But now/ I know/ that it/ is good
And I/ o/bey/ like I/ sh/ould

When I/ have fears/ that I/ may cease/ to be
I met/ a trv'ller/ from an/ an/tique land
Shall I/ com/pare thee to/ a sum/ers day?

Writing poetry is fun of course if
you are keen on writing 'bout what touches.
Penning what might strike and hit the senses,
poetry is more than words on canvas.

1. “When I have FEARS that I may CEASE to BE…” (Keats)

2. “I MET a TRAV’ller FROM an ANtique LAND.” (Shelley)

3. “Shall I comPARE thee TO a SUMmer’s DAY?” (Shakespeare)

So here I write a trenchant little verse
which stands like rigid hemp upon the shore
and through the terms strike daily to disperse
my laxness into discipline and more

Ron