POETRY. POETRY. A type of literature that expresses ideas, feelings, or tells a story in a specific form (usually using lines and stanzas). POINT OF VIEW IN POETRY. POET The poet is the writer of the poem. SPEAKER The speaker of the poem is the voice of the poem. POETRY FORM.
The poet is the writer of the poem.
The speaker of the poem is the voice of the poem.
Ex: “She is as beautiful as a sunrise.”
Ex: “All the world’s a stage, and we are merely players.”
- William Shakespeare
Ex: “I studied for 500 hours and still failed the test!”
Screamin’ Millieby Shel SilversteinMillie McDeevit screamed a screamSo loud it made her eyebrows steam.She screamed so loud her jawbone broke,Her tongue caught fire, her nostrils smoked,Her eyeballs boiled and then popped out,Her ears flew north, her nose went south,Her teeth flew out, her voice was wrecked,Her head went sailing off her neck—Over the hillside, ‘cross the stream,Into the skies it chased the scream.And that’s what happened to Millie McDeevit(At least I hope all you screamers believe it).
Ex: “It’s raining cats and dogs.”
EX: from “Ninki”
by Shirley Jackson
“Ninki was by this time irritated beyond belief by the general air of incompetence exhibited in the kitchen, and she went into the living room and got Shax, who is extraordinarily lazy and never catches his own chipmunks, but who is, at least, a cat, and preferable, Ninki saw clearly, to a man with a gun.
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather . . .
from “Those Winter Sundays”
A tunnel walled and overlaid
With dazzling crystal: we had read
Of rare Aladdin’s wondrous cave,
And to our own his name we gave.
John Greenleaf Whittier
The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
The red blossom bends
and drips its dew to the ground.
Like a tear it falls
Curving up, then down.
Meeting blue sky and green earth
Melding sun and rain.
By Shakespeare: (two excerpt form his sonnets)
Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope,
Being had, to triumph; being lacked, to hope.
You still shall live, such virtue hath my pen,
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
*Lines 1, 2 and 5 containing 3 beats and rhyming
*Lines 3 and 4 having two beats and rhyming
There was an Old Man with a beard, Who said 'It is just as I feared! - Two Owls and a Hen, Four Larks and a Wren, Have all built their nests in my beard!‘
~ Edward Lear
There was an old man from Peru, (A) da DUM da da DUM da da DUM (3 DUMS)
who dreamed he was eating his shoe. (A) da DUM da da DUM da da DUM (3 DUMS)
He awoke in the night (B)da DUM da da DUM (2 DUMS)
with a terrible fright, (B)da da DUM da da DUM (2 DUMS)
and found out that it was quite true. (A) da DUM da da DUM da da DUM (3 DUMS)
Song of Myself (excerpt)by Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loaf and invite my soul,I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Swift and elusive
Sparks, like words on the
Paper, leap and dance in the
Flickering firelight. The fiery
Tongues, formless and shifting
Shapes, tease the imiagination.
Yet for those who see,
Through their mind’s
Eye, they burn
Up the page.
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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
It follows this format:
(the poem changes from one of the opposites to the other.)
Peaks,Snowcapped, windswept, Reaching, waiting, challenging mountain ranges, ocean trenches,Obscuring, waiting, daunting Dark, blackDepths.
A short, five-line, non-rhyming poem which follows this format:
1st line - The title (one word)
2nd line - Describes the title (two words)
3rd line - Express action (three words)
4th line - A feeling or thought (four words)
5th line - A synonym for the title or a word close in meaning to it.
Sing sweet songs
Sometimes make me cry
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
-From William Blake's "The Tyger"
My wings shall ride the silken morn, Covering the silent sunlit sky, Under Cancer and Capricorn, Flying where no bird can fly.
- From Ryter Roethicle’s “My Wings”
I Felt a Funeral in my Brain (excerpt)
By Emily Dickinson
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My Mind was going numb
Annabel Lee (excerpt)
By Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.