A LAMENTATION ON MODERN POETRY

 This is the latest poem I wrote. This time, I've tried to regularize my lines to 10 syllables. The poem is still poorly written, but it has reached 14 lines with 10 syllables each. This means I am closer to be able to write a sonnet. However, it will take much more effort and sublime poetical talent to write a sonnet. It is certainly highly difficult for me, this is the stepping stone. This is not definitely a sonnet, though I have tried my best to mimic the form. Line number 2 and 6 are forced to reduce to 10 syllables by cheating (clip the vowel "e" in verses). Line 6, even after cheating, is still 11 syllables.

1.Secure your thrones, all kings of poetry (10 syllables)

2.Thy vers's shall endure with longevity (10 syllables)

3.Men of this age, impotently desire (10 syllables)

4.To mimic your lines with true blind insights （10 syllables）

5.But all your traces of crafts and designs (10 syllables)

6.Buried with time, your vers’s never again shine (11 syllables)

7.No more to us, Mus’s sing heavenly songs (10 syllables)

8.Art has since decayed, men are left to long (10 syllables)

9.Must they traverse through the barren desert (10 syllables)

10.Where scantily grows immortal verses (10 syllables)

11.Thus soulless poems spring forth from their mind (10 syllables)

12.Gracelessly conjured as their skill’s declined (10 syllables)

13.Long draught of ideas, till when shall it end? (10 Syllables)

14.And let poetry blossom once again (10 Syllables)