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Originally Posted by CelestialBadger There is no type of poetry that rhymes but does not have meter. This is the type of attempted poetry that is written by hormone driven teenagers. |
I disagree. T.S. Eliot wrote such poetry, a notable example being
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufock. Consider the opening lines:
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
The lines do have distinct rhythms, but apart from lines 6 and 7, if you scan them you won't find any particular metrical scheme.
That being said though, the unmetred rhyming lines are
meant to give the impression of an inept loser of a man who has no idea how to write a love song!