In the United States in the 1990s, a movement that calls itself "Expansive Poetry" developed, with the aim of expanding poetry to include conventional forms and meters, thereby expanding the audience (or readership) for poetry. There may be unfortunate side effects to such a regimen. For example, this poem   aspires to formal control but the effect is a little spoiled by the grammatical error that punctuates the concluding couplet. And then there is this one:

Many times I hath been called a poet,
 For I write sweet words in many a form.
Sonnets, odes, narratives none shall forget.
 And short quartets about Nature reborn.
But if I be a poet, what of you?
 You hath written more than I ever may.
Though thou knowest not, I know this be true,
 For thy mere presence giveth words to day.
Thine eyes hath words to drive a poets pen.
 Yours are songs of Love with meter and rhyme.
Thy beauty give inspiration to men,
 Myself be with them and my words be thine.
Sweet Love, thine couplets tell a novel, fair.
Through thine eyes, thy beauty, I know you care.

There are many problems with this poem beyond those of rhythm and structure, but surely the attempt at imposing the form of a Shakespearean sonnet accounts for some of them. Each line is meticulously limited to 10 syllables, and the ababcdcdefefgg rhyme scheme is followed, more or less, but the rhythms are halting and the general effect unpleasing. Instead of meaningful variation, what we get is a deafly mechanical line such as--

                                     /       * |    /      * |  /       *  |  /     * |   *      /
                                Yours are songs of love with meter and rhyme 

--where four of five feet are trochaic (/ *) in what is meant to be iambic pentameter. This is not a counterpointing of actual and expected rhythm; it is merely awkward, unlike the five-trochee line from Shakespeare's King Lear (see foot-substitution)   which occurs in the context of an entire drama in iambic pentameter. Also, the fact that Emily Dickinson sometimes used slant rhymes and assonance (or vowel rhyme) does not excuse matching "form" with "reborn" in the poem above.
 
 
 
 
 

                                                                                                                                             The Expansive Poet
                                                                                                                                "Many times I hath been called a poet."