#tetrameter

Scansion:

◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – Who lives in / a pineap/ple under / the sea? – – / – – SpongeBob / SquarePants ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – Absorbent / and yellow / and porous / is he – – / – – SpongeBob / SquarePants ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – If nauti/cal nonsense / be something / you wish – – / – – SpongeBob / SquarePants ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – Then drop on / the deck / and flop like / a fish – – / – – SpongeBob / SquarePants

The usual disclaimer applies that this is emphatically not an analysis of musical rhythm and that song lyrics are often not metrical poems, but here you are!

◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – Oh, bury my mother, pale and slight – ◡ ◡ – ◡ ◡ ◡ – ◡ – Bury my father with his eyes shut tight! – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – Bury my sisters two by two ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ ◡ – And then when you're done, let's bury me toooo! ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – Ohh, bury the knight with her broken nail – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ ◡ – Bury the lady, lovely and pale! ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – Bury the priest in his tattered gown ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ ◡ ◡ – ◡ – Then bury the beggar with his shining croooown! ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ ◡ ◡ ◡ – ◡ – Ohh, bury the vessels in the abyss below – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ ◡ – Bury the wyrm died ages ago! ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ ◡ – A shining creator, his dreams and his light – ◡ ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – Let him be consumed by our new knight! ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – Oh, bury my mother, pale and slight – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – Bury my father with his eyes shut tight! – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ – Bury my sisters two by two ◡ – ◡ ◡ – ◡ – ◡ ◡ – And then when you're done, let's bury me toooo!

"Of wounds and sore defeat I made my battle stay; Winged sandals for my feet I wove of my delay; Of weariness and fear I made my shouting spear; Of loss, and doubt, and dread, And swift oncoming doom I made a helmet for my head And a floating plume. From the shutting mist of death, From the failure of the breath, I made a battle-horn to blow Across the vales of overthrow. O hearken, love, the battle-horn! The triumph clear, the silver scorn! O hearken where the echoes bring, Down the grey disastrous morn, Laughter and rallying."

Scansion:

"Of wounds / and sore / defeat [3] I made / my bat/tle stay; [3] Winged san/dals for / my feet [3] I wove / of my / delay; [3] Of wea/riness / and fear [3] I made / my shou/ting spear; [3] Of loss, / and doubt, / and dread, [3] And swift / oncom/ing doom [3] I made / a hel/met for / my head [4] And / a floa/ting plume. [3 acephalous] From / the shut/ting mist / of death, [4 acephalous] From / the fail/ure of / the breath, [4 acephalous] I made / a bat/tle-horn / to blow [4] Across / the vales / of o/verthrow. [4] O hear/ken, love, / the bat/tle-horn! [4] The tri/umph clear, / the sil/ver scorn! [4] O hear/ken where / the e/choes bring, [4] Down / the grey / disas/trous morn, [4 acephalous] Laughter / and ral/lying." [3]

Metrical form: It starts out in iambic trimeter (with some trochaic inversions) and moves into mostly iambic tetrameter.

Rhyme scheme: ABAB CC DEDE FFGG HHIHI

Notes: The lines I've marked as acephalous are a bit ambiguous; the first syllable in each of them could be either stressed or unstressed depending on how you emphasize the phrase, in my opinion. So "From the shutting mist of death" could be either acephalous tetrameter, – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ –, or it could be trimeter, ◡ ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ –.

Solvet sæclum in favilla

Teste David cum Sibylla!

Scansion:

– ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ Dies / iræ! / dies / illa – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ Solvet / sæclum / in fa/villa – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ Teste / David / cum Si/bylla!

scansion:

– ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ / – ◡ Macra/me Shi/bari / Pixies

metrical form: trochaic tetrameter

scansion:

– ◡ ◡ / – ◡ ◡ / – ◡ ◡ / – I am a / dwarf and I'm / digging a / hole

Without you life is meaningless; 
My sullen heart is now breaking, 
But all others I’m forsaking 
In a nightmare with no waking, 
Encompassed by my loneliness.

My heart is locked — you have the key, 
I promise you that I’ll be good: 
I’ll be your friend, do what I should, 
You have my love, you always would — 
Give me the chance, come back to me.

Identity is a queer thing.

When I define who I will be,

Someone defines myself at me—

Identity with hollow ring.

I am who I am meant to be,

And yet I’m not who many think.

Brown and white, or purple and pink,

I am the shades they will not see.

If I will float, or if I sink,

Depends on how I will present

In each daily environment.

If I last is not writ in ink.

I do not write this just to vent.

What I want is just to find peace

And, from the bonds on me, release.

Before my life and time are spent.

And when the force on me does cease,

I will breathe deep from the free air,

And I will finally declare