So I wrote a Poem in Iambic Pentameter

[Solrex]

Poems in Iambic pentameter have a rhythm like this:
da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM
Like a heart beat.
I hope you enjoy.

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(Iambic Pentameter visible version)

To-plunge in-mud to-none bot-tom be-low.
To-shake an'-screech in-great un-match'd de-light.
Em-brac ing-thuh hea-vy marsh-bound swee'-hug.
Squir-ming in-tight em-brac'd marsh-licked bon-dage.

Soft-chirps of-birds twee-ting some-songs out-loud.
Be-lov'd sweet-scents of-earth ly-mud be-low.
Soft-brown sogg'd-ground sur-round vi-sions a-bound.
Smooth-sludge slimes-skin to-slurp suck'd-in sooth'd-limbs.

So-stuck with-in i''s-stead fas'-car ress'd-grasp.
Es-cape nor-li ber-ty now-plagues thuh-mind.
Mi-ired de-light is-quite a-great plea-sure.
So-it is-thuh mos'-val lued-grand trea-sure.

(Plain writing Version)

To plunge in mud to none bottom below.
To shake an' screech in great unmatch'd delight.
Embracing the heavy marsh bound swee' hug.
Squirming in tight embrac'd marsh licked bondage.

Soft chirps of birds tweeting some songs out loud.
Belov'd sweet scents of earthly mud below.
Soft brown sogg'd ground surround visions abound.
Smooth sludge slimes skin to slurp suck'd in sooth'd limbs.

So stuck within i''s steadfas' caress'd grasp.
Escape nor liberty now plagues the mind.
Mired delight is quite a great pleasure.
So it is the mos' valued grand treasure.

[DJlurker]

Not half bad.

[Solrex]

Not half bad.

Try saying it out loud! That's where the poem truly shines. Especially the 3rd line in the second paragraph/stanza. That whole line rhymes with itself.