The Iambic Pentameter

The Iambic Pentameter, a type of rhythm, a metric line used in traditional english poetry.
I thought I would give it a go. No idea if it works. Still, I like the poems. 10 syllables per line.

Poem 1

We had studied hard. Long into the night.
We signed in at the door. Nerves engulfing.
Took our rightful place at the desk. Sat down.
Opened the paper, breathed deeply; dived in.
Nursing exams. Taken at the same time.
State registered nurse, we all did the same.

Cheers reverberated throughout the hall.
Caps flew in the air. Success evident.
It had all been worth it, the long hours spent.
Head in a book; searching the Bodleian.
Probing for the answers; the arguments.

Turning down the invites. Nights out scuppered.
To get the work done. To submit on time.
A new life lay ahead for everyone.
We had all become registered nurses.
The hard work had just begun, and we knew it.

Poem 2

We had given it our all. Everything.
Thrown all we had at it. Even our lives.
Fought with courage. To the death, if called for.
Hats flying, cymbals crashing, drums rolling.
They had surrendered. We had won. At last.

Poem 3

The day had arrived. The hour close. Stifling.
It was my turn to stand at the rostrum.
It was my turn to highlight the crisis.
To inspire a call to action.
To galvanise a nation. To hit hard.

Poem 4

He tried to get away. To run. To hide.
They were after him. He owed them a lot.
They had threatened him. His children. His wife.
Enough was enough. He turned to face them.
Gun in hand. It was the only way out.