Write this poem in iambic pentameter?
I woke up to the sound of whirling winds,
Much, much stronger than the sweet, summer breeze,
For this journey I need to be thick-skinned,
There is too much danger, everyone flees,
This disaster takes families and homes,
This event will break hearts and move people,
War turns the world into monochrome,
Crossing the shared border is illegal,
From the dangerous wolves we needed to hide,
The feed on our terror and gain power,
They have ruined once happy lives statewide,
The wounds in the heart worsen by the hour,
All this loss lead us to a new, free life,
At least we aren’t under the knife.
- klyposLv 68 months agoFavorite Answer
Awoken by the sound of whirling winds
Far stronger than the pleasant summer breeze
Phlegmatic I must be to make my way
Through dangers that drive ev'ryone to flee
That is a start - but if you look at what you have written, it begs to be a sonnet.
if you want to render this in a classical style, that would be the way to go.
- Anonymous8 months ago
Like 'a day in the life' by the Beatles-the middle part-
woke up fell out of bed e/c //
- bluebellbkkLv 78 months ago
The first line - I woke up to the sound of whirling winds - is already in iambic pentameter.
Let me make it clear to you:
I WOKE up TO the SOUND of WHIRling WINDS