Presentation on theme: "Poetry By William Van Hooser. Haiku Leaves fall from the trees Squirrels gather nuts in autumn As bears hibernate By William Autumn moonlight a worm digs."— Presentation transcript:
Haiku Leaves fall from the trees Squirrels gather nuts in autumn As bears hibernate By William Autumn moonlight a worm digs silently into the chestnut. By Basho
Limerick There once was a cat from Kung Fu Who wished for some stuff he swam through He looked in a book And shivered and shook The curious cat from Kung Fu There once was a boy named Matt Who owned a giant pet bat Together they flew In the night too And they both shared a hat
Couplet Slash goes the sword And vroom goes the Ford Fast metal gets its job done Onomatopoeia Boom! goes the cannon Bang! goes the target Explosion
Free verse There once was a tiny cat Who found and put on a hat He got a bat and then a bird And with them he played some ball.
Sonnet 1 by William Shakespeare From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel: Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. Shakespeare’s birthdate is unknown but however, he was baptized on April 26, 1564 in Stratford-upon-Avon. He died April 23, 1616 at 52. He is best known for his plays which took place at Globe Theater. He also wrote poems, like sonnets. A sonnet is a poem with 14 lines and a couplet at the end.
Breathe in Majesty by Tamara Breathe in joy Breathe in blessing Jehovah Yahweh Breaks through the boundaries Settling Truth within the Veil of my worship I breathe and His presence Fills my nostrils with sweetness And tang I overflow with His goodness The river flows I am satisfied I want more Of Him I breathe again…He is there! Born January 29, 1968 Date of Death—SHE’S STILL ALIVE! Married: 1994 In addition to poetry, Tamara writes for the internet. She wrote her first poems when she was about 14. This is a free verse poem which uses any kind of poetry structure, with no rules and no limits. The poet keeps using the word “breathe.” This is a poetry device called repetition which in this case creates a worshipful mood.
A Sonnet by Alexander Graham Bell Time, speeding, rules: all things compelled obey. Oh! May this king ne'er turn your love from me! May every year's forced March, a blessing be, Your love recruiting, driving fears away. Dear Guide! Nought can thy tender care repay: Each seeming harsh reproof was, now I see, An act of love: received—ungratefully, Recalling conscience forces me to say. Feel not, amid the greetings of this morn, A Blank, because from sight my form has gone: Though I be absent, yet my heart's at home, Hailing thy Birthday, while my voice is dumb: Each absence makes me prize my home the more: Return shall find me—worthier than before. Born: March 3, 1847 Died August 2, 1922 He is most known for inventing the first telephone and sending the first telephone call. He said to his associate, Watson, (no it’s NOT a joke) a few rooms away, “Watson, come in here. I want to see you.” Watson heard the message and came. The rhyme structure in this sonnet is abba abba ccde ff.
Oh Captain! My Captain by Walt Whitman O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Born 1819 Died 1892 Walt Whitman is known for his poetry collection, “Leaves of Grass.” He was also a teacher, a government clerk and a volunteer nurse during the Civil “War. He wrote this poem in three stanzas that tell a story.