The 7/5 Trochee was created by Andrea Dietrich, and it consists of 2 or more quatrain stanzas with the following set rules:

Syllable pattern: 7/5/7/5
Rhyme Scheme: a/b/c/b  or  a/b/a/b
Meter:  Trochee

“Trochee” means alternating stressed and unstressed beats in each line.  In the 7/5 Trochee, each line begins and ends with a stressed syllable. So each quatrain (4-line stanza) sounds like this:

DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM
DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM

This is a simple lyrical little poem, so rhymes will be basic —  nothing fancy. The poem itself should give a description of something of interest to the poet. There is not a set number of quatrains, but a typical 7/5 Trochee would consist of two quatrains, with the second serving to tie up the idea presented in the first stanza.



Christmas Day had come so quick,
sure it had to come.
Now the snow grows nice and thick,
it’s a pain for some.

I’ve retired from my big ride,
I have earned my rest,
from the missus I must hide,
as you might have guessed!

Reindeer sound asleep on hay,
workshop neatly cleaned,
ready for next Christmas Day,
it’s a restful scene.

Every day should be the same,
as all Christmases,
sure as Santa is my name,
that’s how Christmas is!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

65 thoughts on “INFORM POET – 7/5 TROCHEE

  1. The Call

    I can hear the steady beat
    Down the street it comes
    Now I hear the pounding feet
    Rum da dum da dum

    Proud and strong they march along
    Heroes one and all
    Marching to our freedom song
    Answering the call

    Gone the days when all joined in
    So few have the nerve
    Still important that we win
    Won’t you choose to serve

    Many of us did our part
    Now we’re old and gray
    Still the passion in our hearts
    Don’t get in our way

    © 2019 Earl Parsons

  2. Light Dancing

    Sol and Luna met one day
    as the world turned round.
    “hello, “ Luna dared to say.
    “HEY! “ Sol’s brave resound.

    “bye, “ was Luna’s faint reply,
    “SEE Ya! “ ol’ Sol said.
    Then he rolled out of the sky,
    resting for a stead.

    Luna pondered as she rose,
    might he want to dance?
    But as all of heaven knows,
    she had not a chance.

    As she danced alone that night,
    in her lonely mirth,
    Sol watched with a longing light
    ‘round the edge of earth.

    Stars and moons may dance apart
    in opposing skies
    but the music of their hearts
    shines in human eyes.

    © Damon Dean, 2019

  3. Somebody had to mention music. I love music, but kick myself in the tush for not learning it properly as a kid in the band way back when. I’m a plinker on the guitar and a wisher on the piano, and I can not longer blow my own horn (literally).

    This might help everyone better understand my plight.

    The Music in Me

    Play piano play
    Tinkle me some ivories
    Chopsticks on the way
    Never learned to play, you see

    Fender on the wall
    Stratocasters sound so good
    Rather have Les Paul
    I’d own them both if I could

    Trumpet in the case
    Used to be my instrument
    Lungs can’t keep the pace
    Surgery the detriment

    Music in my mind
    Many rhythmic melodies
    Playing all the time
    Wish I had a remedy

    Thus I write the words
    Lyric hidden poetry
    Hope the tune is heard
    Someone write music for me

    © 2019 Earl Parsons

  4. An Enchanted Evening

    What is it about a cat
    Curled into a ball
    Pink nose tucked beneath a paw
    Not a care at all

    What is it about a cat
    Sleeping peacefully
    My eyes now begin to droop
    Magic he must be

    Dishes still need to be done
    Chores I must complete
    No, I must not fall asleep
    Right here in my seat

    What is it about a cat
    Here upon my lap
    Breathing in and breathing out
    It must be a trap


    Harry’s in the haunted house,
    helping Hortense pack;
    hoping that a hoary mouse
    won’t run up her back,

    causing her to quake and shriek,
    messing with her mind
    till she exits, mum and meek,
    leaving wits behind.

  6. Yes, I have a computer! And I have entered the poems I’ve written this year so far into word. The problem with working from my phone is I couldn’t figure out how to cut and paste and retyping the same thing on that tiny screen was difficult.

    Here’s a prosaic poem about the joy of yesterday

    Wrap the day in bows of red
    Christmas’ encore trip
    Favorite things both choice and yet
    My great-grand’s smile flips

    New computer what a gift
    Works just fine at last
    Two weeks’ work now to enscript
    Hope it will go fast

  7. Of Helpers And Cakes

    Nose a bulb of fresh packed snow
    Rudolf dog is eager.
    Thought Santa would let him go
    Dachshund’s a dreamer.


    Baked a chocolate cake so fine
    no frosting needed.
    Mouths watered at dessert time,
    frosting? We ceded.

  8. Oh rats I did abcb instead of abab. I’ll try again later. 🙂

    Ukulele Lessons

    Ukulele lessons come
    Online, some for free
    Just the thing for my new uke
    And beginner me

    Plucking, strumming every day
    That is what I seek
    But with all that’s going on
    I’ll do once a week

    Learning some Hawaiian tunes
    Surely wouldn’t hurt
    Only don’t expect me to
    Wear a hula skirt

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