I've always wanted to write poetry, and I tried my hand at a ballad today. However, I know very little about the technicalities of poetry, and the explanations of iambic meter and structure of the ballad were confusing to me.
Here it is, in full (only five stanzas). I'm not requesting feedback on the quality of the poetry (I already know it to be godawful), I only want to know if it is technically a correct ballad.
Even better would be if someone could explain, in plain language, what a ballad is and how to construct it.
The room had but one resident, a young boy only known for never doing what he meant, he sat there all alone. One day he stood up to admit, his memories were old. No story to submit, he must go make some of his own. Then many mountains did he climb, he traveled every plain. He ate new food (it was sublime) he saw the pure humane. And when he went back to his room, he thought he should record the memories he had consumed, the places he'd explored. Before he got to writing, he had fallen on his bed. Adventure was exciting, but he rest now in it's stead.