Poetic feet practice

Front

The moon ascends behind the silent trees.

Back

Iambic

Front

I walk alone beneath the darkened sky.

Back

Iambic

Front

1. To hear her voice was all he longed to do.

Back

Iambic

Front

Falling leaves adorn the forest.

Back

Trochaic

Front

Burning skies ignite the evening.

Back

Trochaic

Front

Thunder crashes through the valley.

Back

trochaic

Front

Dead night, dark storm.

Back

Spondaic

Front

Cold steel, hard stone.

Back

Spondaic

Front

Bright flame, sharp blade.

Back

Spondaic