Poetry Blast. Hold on for the rhyme. Acrostic Poem. You choose a topic word Write the word vertically down the left side of the page Use the letter to write a sentence that talks about or describes your topic. Quatrains. A quatrain is any four-line poem with a rhyming pattern. Example:
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Hold on for the rhyme
Line 4 - 4 words that describe the feelings relating to your topic written as a phrase Line 5 - 1 word that is another name for your topic (a synonym)
Method TwoLine 1 - two syllablesLine 2 - four syllablesLine 3 - six syllablesLine 4 - eight syllablesLine 5 - two syllables
Line 1: one word(subject/noun that is the opposite to line 7)
Line 2: two words(adjectives) that describe line 1
Line 3: three words(action verbs) that relate to line 1
Line 4: four words (nouns)first 2 words relate to line 1last 2 words relate to line 7
Line 5: three words(action verbs) that relate to line 7
Line 6: two words(adjectives) that describe line 7
Line 7: one word( subject/noun that is contrasting to line 1)Diamante
WinterFrosty, BrightSkiing, Snow Ball Fighting, SleddingIcicles, Snowflakes, Vacation, FamilySwimming, Sun Tanning, SwelteringHot, SunnySummer
Line 1 – five syllables
Line 2 – seven syllables
Line 3 – five syllables
Line 4 – seven syllables
Line 5 – seven syllables
To live is to break One's heart for the sake of love; A couple of doves, Beaks touching on their way, Are stepping out in the sun.
A Clumsy Young Fellow Named Tim
There once was a fellow named Tim (A)
whose dad never taught him to swim. (A)
He fell off a dock (B)
and sunk like a rock. (B)
And that was the end of him. (A)
Always when I go to bed
Before I brush my teeth
Can’t help but wonder
Does a monster live beneath
The day was cold, Both armies bold, As hands grasped the ladders, Ramparts were scaled, Arrows were sailed, But the French climbed the Tourelles.
Although Joan was hit in the shoulder, The French continued to grow bolder, Even slowly healing in a field, She raised a fiery French revolt, Just hit by a crossbow bolt, Armor glistening white.
The English got cold feet, And began a hasty retreat, As French crawled out of Orleans, Passing the cold river on boards, Attacking English with sharp swords, They set the Tourelles on fire.
English Captain Sir Glasdale, Certainly looked very pale, When they found him drowned in the river, Sir Talbot ordered the English forts be left, To avoid anymore French fort theft, And so Orleans was freed.