Pentameter Poem by mike ruthenbeck

This structure of rhythm, da Dum da Dum,
Forces the words flowing out from the hand
Iambs will heighten the feelings to come
While leaving the treasure deep in the sand
The connection to paper increases
When stressing in iambic groups of five
By leaving insightful folds and creases
The iambs will keep your poem alive
The chaos of free verse now prevailing
But I feel the answers lay in the past
Shakespearian sonnets softly hailing
Of the existential questions we ask
Rhythm and structure are key to the deal
When unlocking a new buried treasure
Every line is a delectable meal
When keeping inside realms of the measure
To illicit emotional repose
Stick to the structure, and see where it goes...