"Iamb" is Greek for "to attack in words". "Trochee" is Greek for "running".

Both of these forms are known as "Duble Meter" as each metric foot uses but two syllables.

Here then is my Trochaic example.

Don’t you think it’s keen to write Trochaic?

Here I’ve written something for the workshop.

Nothing short of drivel, but it’s metric.

Simply done, its form is but example.

Don’t you / think it’s / keen to / write Tro- / cha-ic?

Living in another world
singing a different song.
Keeps me away from you
it’s been for far too long.

So I’ll take the early plane
to get back home tonight.
I can’t get to sleep anymore
if I can’t kiss you goodnight.

Never wanted to go away
but I just thought I should.
Doing things, the best I can
to bring about some good.

I need to be home again
singing a familiar song.
Knowing I am with you
back where I belong.

LUNA

Quando spunta ' a luna
piano piano me ne vado
sotto l' ombra pallida
come uno spirito smarrito
cecando i raggi del sole

MOON

when the moon rises
slowly I make my way
under its pale shadow
like a soul gone astray
searching for the rays
of the sun.

There dwell within the mists of times long past
the roots of tales and myths we pass along
which help to tell us what is right and wrong
and perhaps how our future lives are cast

an attempt at iambic pentameter*

A child and I
have one thing in common
childishness
I remember when as a child,
I wanted my hard earned dollar
ran out of the door my sister
and got a beating thereafter

a decrepit ole soul…
now as senility overpowers me
I think idealism is all I alone reveal
outright stupidity comes to me
I see nothing beyond the fence
blindness
darkness and superflousness
the forests cast shadows
as if twas total darkness
my mind behaves senile

breadth of night
breathing like the birds
in morning
frost burning off
fresh
and dripping
like forgotten sleet

and dream ghosts
still beneath
tables
in a room
of rows
asleep

I touch the way I give to you my heart
In mind my thought is clear as you seem near
To hold your love my twin in life is good
Do let me melt our inner selves now love

Yours Ian.T

If only words could tell how pretty she's.
She makes the golden sun in clouds to shy.
The moon, occults its silver beams afar
and stars in niche, when Eve has crossed his sky."

Oh lord all friends of mine
have been so relieved
when will you be so kind to me
this guy has prostate
no seeds, to lay
his mouth does stink,
I can’t sleep a wink
he farts all through the night
my nose I have to cover alright
I can’t like a kiss
he also perhaps does miss

the whole night he does snore
oh now what a bore
all these years I have ignored

Here is my quatrain. I have scanned it as an example, but no one need scan theirs. After posting we all will have a go at doing so in discussion.

A quatrain metric’lly commendable

is what I write for you my students fair.

In Iamb using five poetic feet,

the nuts and bolts of meter practical.

A qua- / train me- / tri-c’lly / com-men- / da-ble