Verse may refer to:
In the countable sense, a verse is formally a single metrical line in a poetic composition. However, verse has come to represent any division or grouping of words in a poetic composition, with groupings traditionally having been referred to as stanzas.
In the uncountable (mass noun) sense verse refers to "poetry" as contrasted to prose. Where the common unit of verse is based on meter or rhyme, the common unit of prose is purely grammatical, such as a sentence or paragraph.
In the second sense verse is also used pejoratively in contrast to poetry to suggest work that is too pedestrian or too incompetent to be classed as poetry.
Blank verse is poetry written in unrhymed iambic pentameters.
Free verse is usually defined as having no fixed meter and no end rhyme. Although free verse may include end rhyme, it commonly does not.
Whirl up, sea—
Whirl your pointed pines,
Splash your great pines
On our rocks,
Hurl your green over us,
Cover us with your pools of fir.
—H.D.
Verse is an American hardcore punk band from Providence, Rhode Island. They released three full-length albums and an EP on Rivalry and Bridge 9 Records and conducted a number of full U.S. tours.
The band broke up in 2009, but reformed in December 2011.
Bassist Chris Berg played in Mountain Man, which features former members Patrick Murphy (Drums) and Jesse Menard (Guitar) of Last Lights and I Rise.
Upon solidifying their lineup, Verse signed to Rivalry Records for their first full length Rebuild, which was recorded in May 2004. After the release of Rebuild, Verse went onto a heavy touring schedule. During August 2004, when the band was touring through South Carolina, they encountered some van troubles. While the van was getting fixed, approximately $10,000 worth of musical equipment and a sentimental childhood lava lamp belonging to Murphy were stolen from Verse’s trailer. After finishing their tour of the United States and a tour of Europe with Another Breath, Verse went into the studio to record their follow-up to Rebuild, From Anger and Rage.
We opened fire with a .45 on everything.
Then turned the gun and painted the white walls behind us
a stunning cardinal,
soon discernible to our eyes as a grotesque, almost ruddy
brown.
Again and again this scenario played out in my dreams.
I can't speak for everyone
but this is an uncontrollable vivid representation
of a potential dark future of the self,
or perhaps even for all.
A dream that comes in different forms for everyone,
but this one is mine.
Again and again this scenario will play out in our
dreams.
It's an inescapable metaphor for the low-life in all of
We are in love with our own paranoia
and always in a struggle with our love of natural beauty
and the temptation of wretched ugliness.