Creative Writing. Unit One – 25 Common Literary Terms Session 5. review. Examples Personification Puns Rhyme Scheme Rhythm Simile. Stanza. Stanza- a group of lines forming the basic recurring metrical unit in a poem; a verse . Examples-. I Love To Write Poems
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Unit One – 25 Common Literary Terms
I Love To Write Poems
(First Stanza)I love to write Day and night
What would my heart do But cry, sigh and be blue If I could not write
Writing feels good And I know it should Who could have knew That what I do
Is write, write, write- Unknown Author
Father: “We are going on a vacation.”Son: “That’s great!!!”
- The tone of son’s response is very cheerful.
Father: “We can’t go on vacation this summer.”Son: “Ok. Great! That’s what I expected.”
– The son’s tone is sarcastic in the given response.a
“The School” by Donald Barthelme:
“And the trees all died. They were orange trees. I don’t know why they died,
they just died. Something wrong with the soil possibly or maybe
the stuff we got from the nursery wasn’t the best.
We complained about it. So we’ve got thirty kids there,
each kid had his or her own little tree
to plant and we’ve got these thirty dead trees.
All these kids looking at these little brown sticks, it was depressing.”
In Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, Holden Caulfield says:
“I have to have this operation. It isn’t very serious. I have this tiny little tumor on the brain.”
This is going to ruin my whole day-Actor James Cameron says after he’s been shot.
Example #1 Daffodils by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
After the Sea-Ship by Walt Whitman
After the Sea-Ship—after the whistling winds;After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,Waves, undulating waves—liquid, uneven, emulous waves,Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface;