PD30 Day 9: How to Write in Meter If You Have Two Left Feet
September 9, 2008 by J.C. Hewitt
Today’s poetry post is by guest writer Ellen Goldstein
Although it may seem as if writing a sonnet in rhyming iambic pentameter is like trying to juggle while riding a unicycle, you can actually break a formal poem into parts and write it in stages. The first stage is to work on your poem until you have your first stab at meter, and everything is said more or less how you want to say it. (These often have to be done at the same time, because if you are too set on your word choice, it is harder to put a poem into meter. Trust your poem; let it lead you to places you may not have otherwise gone.) Then work on the rhyme. Once you have the rhyme, go back to words that aren’t quite what you mean and meters that are wildly irregular, and tighten them all up. Here’s some help with meter, which can be the most intimidating step.
First, start hearing meter
Read poems in meter. Shakespeare’s sonnets are brilliant and are great for learning to hear a strong iambic pentameter. However, we don’t write like Shakespeare anymore, so make sure you read contemporary formal poetry as well. Some online journals that publish formal poems are Barefoot Muse, Able Muse, Mezzo Cammin, and Poemeleon (see their first issue, which is devoted to formal poetry).
Listen to song lyrics. Where does the musical beat fall in the line of a song? How does the singer articulate the lyrics? Songs can help you hear the tension between words and meter.
Start scanning things. Scan anything you see: subway ads, billboards, your friend’s names, newspaper headlines, agenda items for a meeting at work, book titles on your shelves, the cereal box (but not the ingredients-if you can’t pronounce it, you can’t scan it), bumper stickers, and campaign slogans. Hearing meter becomes easier the more you try.
Second, begin to write in meter
Start small. If you’d like to write in iambic pentameter (Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? or comPARE, comPARE, comPARE, comPARE, comPARE), try writing a few lines that have five strong beats in them. Worry about cleaning up the unstressed syllables later. You can include a little meter in one of your poems. A line of meter could give needed emphasis in an otherwise free verse poem.
Experiment. Read John’s post about the different kinds of meters and write a couplet using a combination of meters. There are a lot of set meters, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make up a few more.
Recycle. Take an unfinished poem and try to put it in meter. Maybe you have four lines you really like, but which never went anywhere. See if you can add two more stanzas of four line each and a couplet ending. Make it into a sonnet. The discipline could take you somewhere you never expected.
Cheat. There’s even an official name for it: metrical substitutions. So you’re writing in dactylic trimeter (OCTopus, OCTopus, OCTopus), and five lines in, you just can’t quite get the last dactyl; make the last dactyl a trochee (BEANbag). If you make metrical substitutions too often, you will lose the meter altogether. However, a few variations keep the diction of your poem fluid and conversational, rather than mechanical.
Read your work out loud. Listen to where the beat falls in the line. Have a friend read your work out loud. See if she reads it differently. Not everyone scans poems the same way. Dissertations have been written about this.
Have fun and don’t panic; I promise it will get easier.
Today’s Poetry Prompt
Write a blank verse poem. Blank verse has meter, but no rhyme. The typical meter for blank verse is iambic pentameter, but you can try other meters as well. If you want an added challenge, include the word “line”.
Author’s Bio
Ellen Goldstein got over her sonnet-phobia a few years ago, and has been an enthusiastic formalist ever since. Her formal and free verse poems can be found online at Three Candles Journal, qarrtsiluni, New Hampshire Review, and StorySouth, as well as on the page at Mid-American Review and Measure.
Related links
- 30 Poems in 30 Days set for September (0.500)
- All About 30 Poems in 30 Days (0.500)
- PD30 Day 1: I Believe in Poetry (0.500)
- PD30 Day 2: Generally Be Specific (0.500)
- PD30 Day 3: A Review of Meter (0.500)




I know, I know, I am terrible at structured form….*ruefully*
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How do I doubt thee?
How do I doubt thee? Let me count the ways
I doubt thee to the depth and breadth and height
My thoughts can so think, and feel and wonder
For in the hearts of heart lies my weakness
I doubt thee to the level of each day
Where trust wrestles with doubt, by day and night
I doubt thee often, as a pained victim:
I doubt thee painfully, in deep torment.
I doubt thee with darkness that lines our love
With a sinister tinge, and lack of faith
With my lost sanity — I doubt thee so,
My mind, my soul, my insecurity!
– And yet, if you were to prove true to me,
If I could but trust thee, I shall doubt not –
If but faith and trust came easily
Like the doubts that plague me so completely.
Thank you so much for this post. My guilty poet secret is that I still can’t get meter sometimes. However, I have been able to sense it enough to see that it is at the heart of lines that really work. I can second the advice about listening to meter. I have a course this semester on 16th century English literature. I have read a lot of sonnets and I *will* be attempting one – just maybe not tonight
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Jenn,
Another guilty poet secret is that there is more than one way to hear a line of meter and people can spend _hours_ arguing it out . Start small, try a couplet
. Good luck!
Beat
I caught a line a beat a drum
Fast heart good heart slow heart drum beat
Open fallen taken beaten
Beat down holy rolling maker
Upbeat dancer singer dreaming
Spoken broken don’t it beat all
Face me race me catch me beat me
Coated noted rock beats scissors
Frosted beaten whipped and creamy
Stop it now the beat is over
Thank you for the post Ellen. Meter makes for interesting bedfellows.
there is no love like my love
the love i speak kindly of
there is no peace like my peace
the peace i speek of unbiquety
there is no fate like my fate
the kind of fate relies on faith
there is no love like our love
the love i have for you is no compitition
I see the woman there upon the shore
reflecting on the things she cannot see
And as I look at her a wee bit more
I know this girl who hides from me is me
It’s easier when a stranger sees your fate
Than when you try to find it on your own
Your heart can block you from the starting gate
and fear can blind the sunshine that once shone
Oh lady on the sealine, hear my cry
the water is not friendly, it’s too high!