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Poetry Poetry is an imaginative awareness of experience expressed through meaning, sound, and rhythmic language choices so as to evoke an emotional response.
POETRY SPEAKS TO THE HEART Poetry asks you to feel something (that’s the heart part), not just think about it. You can tell how the poet feels about being alone in the following example: Silence is A friend in times of sorrow When all the amiable chatter in the world Brings no relief -Jennifer Karakka
POETRY SPEAKS TO THE SENSES Poets create word pictures that build an image in your mind. Notice how the following example appeals to your sense of sight: As night falls we head for bed, Great-grandma in her velvet, royal blue nightgown, Her silver hair like a moon in a night sky, Her curlers, when the light hits them just right, Sparkling like stars. -Carrie Materi
Noisy filled with laughter shrieking and quiet that is what cabin 8 sounds like. -Jaclyn Wohl
A cup of hot chocolate, Steaming, Its warm breath kissing my face. -Jennifer Karakkal dpress.com/2008/11/creamy- hot-chocolate_413.jpg
POETRY LOOKS DIFFERENT FROM PROSE Poems are written in lines and stanzas (groups of lines), and they usually leave a lot of white space on a page. Here is a four-line stanza from a poem about a roller coaster: Chugging slowly to the top Waiting for that long, long drop My stomach turns into a knot. I focus on the parking lot. - Molly Jones lphea50plus/images/cartoon.jpg
POETRY SOUNDS DIFFERENT Poets pay special attention to sound in their work. Here are some of the techniques that make poems pleasing to the ear. Repeat words: I see water, I see sky, and I see sun. Rhyme words: Ever go away?... Happy every day. Repeat vowel sounds: Lonely old bones. Repeat consonant sounds: Sparkling silver stars. Use words that sound like what they mean: Eggs crack. Splat
Sensory language – is writing or speech that appeals to one or more of the five senses. Senses in language Language can make reference to any or all senses by deliberate use of appropriate sensory words. Note that these can be both direct description and also sensory metaphors.
SIGHT The visual sense is referenced by talking about light and dark, shades and hues, visible shape and appearance. Her brilliant red blouse fitted her slim figure like a glove.
SOUND Auditory senses are triggered by reference to loudness, timbre, actual words spoken, and so on. He shouted harsh approval at the sound of her pure warbling Italian soprano.
FEELING Tactile feeling and emotional feeling are closely connected, as we sense our emotions as tensions and other physical bodily experiences. His heart thumped as he grasped the meaning of her smile.
TASTE AND SMELL Our gustatory senses are closely linked and are often used in the metaphoric sense. She could stomach his words no longer and smelled a bitter rat in his intent. Smell in particularly is powerfully evocative sense and can easily trigger early memories.
SENSORY IMAGES Help the reader see, hear or feel things. Sensory images are details that appeal to the senses. An apple, for example, might be described "juicy and tart." The words "juicy and tart" appeal to your sense of taste.
SENSORY IMAGE CONT. "The rolling rumble and crash" of thunder, on the other hand, appeals to your sense of hearing. Imagery may appeal to any of your senses.
IMAGERY POEMS Imagery poems draw the reader into poetic experiences by touching on the images and senses which the reader already knows. The use of images in this type of poetry serves to intensify the impact of the work.
Reflections Into the crystal pool I gazed to see The fleeting glimpse of a white-tailed deer So pure, so free Beneath a sapphire sky with clouds She emerges from a wooded glen So cautious and delicate With tiny fawn beside and cowering While towering pines trembled and swayed As if almost knowing And a bold hawk perches and spies A shimmering silver trout leaps Graceful and splendid His dive breaking my gaze into the water And I glace again to see Myself
Crystal Cascades Soft upon my eyelashes Turning my cheeks to pink Softly falling, falling Not a sound in the air Delicately designed in snow Fading away at my touch Leaving only a glistening drop And its memory
SENSORY LANGUAGE: The Five Senses Food Poem Think about a food or a drink item. Think of several adjectives that describe it. What does it look like, smell like, sound like, and taste like? Put these adjectives into categories based on the five senses.
Answer some of the questions listed. What can you compare the food to? If this food was an emotion, what? Why do people eat this food? What is special about this food? Where does this food come from?
When you are done, write a ten line poem based on your words. The poem should not directly TELL the reader what the food is. It should describe and show its various aspects by using sensory language.
Fingers pry it loose, head tilts back, and I toss a violet sphere of sweet and sour water high in the air, catching it my mouth like a pro. My teeth pinch, piercing the lining to feel a tasty, squashy, crunch as if I popped a water balloon. The slimy mass goes ends up in my stomach, But my tongue is confused- the flavor’s not like the kool-aid or sweet tart kind.
They hang on vines, careless and free until people pick Italians or Californians pick them. Some people spit out the pits to win contests. Some people stomp on them with barefeet to make the fermentation of antiquity. Some like to throw them especially in the lunch room, maybe at a friend’s head. Some make you buddies with peanut butter. I used to cut them in half so my baby brother wouldn’t choke. Oh, great orb of versatility, where would we be without you? What am I?
ALLITERATION When two or more words in a poem begin with the same letter or sound. Dressy Daffodils "Dressy daffodils" is an example of alliteration because both the words begin with "D." Alliteration is like rhyming, but with alliteration the rhyming comes at the front of the words instead of the end.
CARING CATS Caring cats cascade off Laughing lamas Lounging. Underneath yelling yaks, Yelling at roaming Rats. By Rachael
Rain Rain races, Ripping like wind. Its restless rage Rattles like Rocks ripping through The air. ~By Jake
LAUGHING LIONS Laughing lions laugh like jumping jaguars on top of talking trees. When the talking trees start talking, the joking jaguars fall off. By Rachel teration.html
WIND WHISTLES Wind whistles through the air, while talking turtles shiver like sea horses while everyone is asleep. By Rachael
REPETITION Repetition is the repeated use of a sound, word, or phrase. Heart In our hearts, we have something special. In our hearts, somebody lives in there who you love so very much By Alex
Inside the ocean I see fish. Inside the waves I hear a splash. Inside the water I felt a fish. It seems so big, as big as a whale. It has to be, But then I see, It's a tuna fish. By Rachel This is repetition because it repeats "inside" more than once.
Hug O'War I will not play at tug o' war. I'd rather play at hug o' war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins. ~Shel Silverstein
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too Went for a ride in a flying shoe. "Hooray!" "What fun!" "It's time we flew!" Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle was captain, and Pickle was crew And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew As higher And higher And higher they flew, Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too, Over the sun and beyond the blue. "Hold on!" "Stay in!" "I hope we do!" Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle too Never returned to the world they knew, And nobody Knows what's Happened to Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. ~Shel Silverstein
The Bear, the Fire, and the Snow "I live in fear of the snow," said the bear. "Whenever it's here, be sure I'll be there. Oh, the pain and the cold, when one's bearish and old. I live in fear of the snow."
"I live in fear of the fire," said the snow. "Whenever it comes then it's time I must go. with its yellow lick flames leaping higher and higher, I live in fear of the fire."
"I live in fear of the river," said the fire. "It can drown all my flames anytime it desires, and the thought of the wet makes me sputter and shiver. I live in fear of the river."
"I live in fear of the bear," said the river. "It can lap me right up, don't you know?" While a mile away you can hear the bear say, "I live in fear of the snow."
ONOMATOPOEIA Onomatopoeias are words that sound like the objects they name or the sounds those objects make. Words like buzz, swish, zip, boom, pop, splat. Zip goes the jacket " Zip" is an onomatopoeia word because it sounds like a jacket is zipping up.
CHEERS The frogs and the serpents each had a football team. And I heard their cheer leaders in my dream: “Bilgewater, bilgewater,” called the frog. “Bilgewater, bilgewater, Sis, boom. Bog! Slog ‘em in the sog, Swamp’em, swamp’em Muck mire quash!”
“Sisyphus, Sisyphus,” hissed the snake, “Sibilant, syllabub. Syllable-loo-ba-lay. Scylla and Charybdis, Sumac, asphodel, How do you spell Success? With an S-S-S!”
ACT Flick, the lights go on, Clap! Shout! The show must go on Screech, bump, the microphone’s gone! Click, clack, goes the shoes Swoosh, creak, the curtains open Ding, dong, the bells ring Ting, Tang, the triangles go, “And they lived happily ever after.” Laughter, cheering, “encore” the show is done.
Assonance Assonance happens when the vowel sound within a word matches the same sound in a nearby word, but the surrounding consonant sounds are different. "Tune" and "June" are rhymes; "tune" and "food" are assonant. "I sipped the rim with palatable lip." The "i" sound is repeated in sipped, rim and lip.
Assonance is a difficult sound to achieve in a poem, as it is easier to slip into a rhyming formula. The difficulty here is to have the assonant words near each other, not necessarily rhyme, but rather be more subtle. Try to light the fire. He gave a nod to the officer with the pocket. Hayden plays a lot.
And stepping softly with her air of blooded ruin about the glade in a frail agony of grace she trailed her rags through dust and ashes, circling the dead fire, the charred billets and chalk bones, the little calcined ribcage. Notice all the long vowel sounds in the first sentence, in particular the long A’s. First comes a string of words with that sound, close together: "glade," "frail," "grace," and "trailed." The sentence abandons that sound as it continues, but returns to it for the very last word of the sentence: "ribcage."
“ Travel” by Edna St. Vincent Millay The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn't a train goes by all day But I hear its whistle shrieking. All night there isn't a train goes by, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming But I see its cinders red on the sky, And hear its engine steaming. My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.
Consonance Consonance is a poem that has the repeating of specific consonant sounds after different vowel sounds. Eating Poetry Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up. Their eyeballs roll, their blond legs burn like brush. The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep. She does not understand. When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams. I am a new man. I snarl at her and bark. I romp with joy in the bookish dark. Mark Strand -
Simile Simile is when you compare two nouns (persons, places or things) that are unlike, with "like" or "as.“ He was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
"The water is like the sun." "The water is like the sun" is an example of simile because water and the sun have little in common, and yet they're being compared to one another. The "is" is also part of what makes this stanza an example of simile.
"The rain falls like the sun, rising upon the mountains.“ Example of comparing falling rain to the rising of the sun. Good similes compare two very different nouns.
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Hockey Hockey is like reading You get into it and then you never want to stop You feel like you're in a different world. Hockey is like school You have to do your work and you have to practice or you will get an "F" Hockey is like math You get stronger and before you know it You're getting an "A" Your scoring goals Now that's Hockey! ss.com/2008/04/ice_hockey_monk ey.jpg
Willow and Ginkgo The willow is like an etching, Fine-lined against the sky. The ginkgo is like a crude sketch, Hardly worthy to be signed. The willow’s music is like a soprano, Delicate and thin. The ginkgo’s tune is like a chorus With everyone joining in. By Eve Merriam
Metaphor A metaphor states that something is something or someone else. It is a comparison, but it does not use like or as. “It's raining cats and dogs"
Life is a mountain, filled with switchbacks and rock slides and few straight paths to the top
Bat My son is a bat. His eyes blink when darkness comes. His body stirs with life. His limbs gorge with blood as he sets out through the cave of night his roof the stars the moon a big white eye watching. Attracted by the false lights he mingles with his batty friends weaving in and out of nightclubs endless parties each other’s places till sensing the sudden ebb of darkness he flutters home a cloaked Dracula to the hollow of his room where he will sleep all day
Guess what the title of the following poems are by what the metaphor refers to.
O LITTLE soldier with the golden helmet, What are you guarding on my lawn? You with your green gun And your yellow beard, Why do you stand so stiff? There is only the grass to fight! ~ Hilda Conkling Dandelion
A silver-scaled Dragon with jaws flaming red Sits at my elbow and toasts my bread. I hand him fat slices, and then, one by one, He hands them back when he sees they are done. ~William Jay Smith The Toaster
The dinosaurs are not all dead. I saw one raise its iron head, To watch me walking down the road Beyond our house today. Its jaws were dripping with a load Of earth and grass that it had cropped. It must have heard me where I stopped, Snorted white steam my way, And stretched its long neck out to see, And chewed, and grinned quite amiably. ~Charles Malam Steam Shovel
In the grey evening I see a long green serpent With its tail in the dahlias It lies in loops across the grass And drinks softly at the faucet. I can hear it swallow. ~Beatrice Janosco The Garden Hose
A filing cabinet of human lives Where people swarm like bees in tunnelled hives, Each to his own cell in the covered comb, Identical and cramped -- we call it home. ~Gerald Raftery Apartment House
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. ~ Lord Alfred Tennyson The Eagle
Every day I step into a coffin with strangers. Nailing hurriedly my own coffin. I go toward the city to be buried alive. ~ Etsuro Saxamoto Subway
Personification Personification is a figure of speech that can be found in many forms of poetry. Personification allows inanimate objects to have human qualities. The desk sighed with relief at the removal of the heavy book. The eggs stared back at me, pleading with their eyes to not eat them. She stumbled over the chair, which in turn did a lovely jig across the room.
The Cat & The Fiddle Hey diddle, Diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon. By Mother Goose
Two Sunflowers Move in the Yellow Room. "Ah, William, we're weary of weather," said the sunflowers, shining with dew. "Our traveling habits have tired us. Can you give us a room with a view?” They arranged themselves at the window and counted the steps of the sun, and they both took root in the carpet where the topaz tortoises run. - William Blake ( )
Identify the stanzas that are examples of personification. Walking desks took over. I listen to the wind. The dog stares carefully at me. The snake loves food. Moon dances around my fear. The bear reads my mind. Ronnie Johnson smiles at the fox. Wind whispers like a tree in the breeze.
Rhyme The basic definition of rhyme is two words that sound alike. The vowel sound of two words is the same, but the initial consonant sound is different. Rhyme helps to unify a poem; it also repeats a sound that links one concept to another, thus helping to determine the structure of a poem.
Rhyme works closely with meter in this regard. There are varieties of rhyme: internal rhyme functions within a line of poetry end rhyme occurs at the end of the line and at the end of some other line, usually within the same stanza if not in subsequent lines. true rhymes (bear, care) slant rhymes (lying, mine).
In most traditional poetry, the rhyme is organized in patterns called rhyme schemes. Rhyme schemes are labeled according to their rhyme sounds. Every rhyme sound is given its own letter of the alphabet to distinguish it from the other rhyme sounds that may appear in the poem. For example, the first rhyme sound of a poem is designated as a. Every time that rhyme sound appears in the poem, no matter where it is found, it is called a. The second rhyme sound to appear in the poem is designated b.
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)
What is the rhyme scheme? There once was a big brown cat That liked to eat a lot of mice. He got all round and fat Because they tasted so nice. abab
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. By Robert Frost
Class of 2006 Graduation comes so soon, Our high school career ends. It is nice to be around, Our family and friends. Twelve years ago we started Our long school careers. Not knowing how we would act Surrounded by our peers. Now we are sitting up here Remembering the years Trying as hard as we can To fight back all the tears.
Our parents are watching us, Turn a chapter of our life. Knowing why they bothered To put up with our strife. Thanks to the many teachers Who’ve helped us on our way. Without great teachers like you, Who knows where we’d be today. And to the Class of ’06, I have this yet to say, We’ll receive our diplomas, But don’t let us go away.
We’ve made it through twelve long years, The good times and the bad. And for all of these moments, Our classmates we have had. Now take off your mortarboards, And toss them way up high. Our diplomas give us wings, Now let us go and fly. And when we walk out the doors, The teachers will all sigh At what a great class we’ve been, They know that we’ll go high.
School days are here and they’re gone, But that’s not true for friends. Our friends will never leave us. They’re there until life ends. By Amber Kaufmann
Mulligan Martinson Marley McGraw The tiniest cowboy the world ever saw was Mulligan Martinson Marley McGraw. He bathed in a teacup and rode on a rat and wore very proudly a mighty small hat. Now, Mulligan fancied a life on the range, but townsfolk considered him silly and strange. They called him a dreamer, a fool, and a clown. “You’re simply too small,” said the people in town. by Eric Ode
You can’t brand a steer or deliver a calf. You can’t mend a fence,” said the folks with a laugh. They sneered at the way he would yodel and sing. They scoffed at the lasso he made out of string. But Mulligan said as he stuck out his chin, “A winner don’t quit, and a quitter don’t win. You say what you will—I don’t care about that. A cowboy is more than the size of his hat.”
And so life continued, as life often does, till early one morning the streets were abuzz. And people were panicking uphill and down with news that the prairie dogs moved into town. They came without warning, three thousand or more, invading the homes and the general store. They slipped into socks and the pockets of suits. They squeezed into boxes and barrels and boots.
They slept under tables. They crept under chairs. They filled all the benches and stables and stairs. And no one in town seemed to know how to cope. Those critters were simply too tiny to rope. The sheriff then shouted, “We’ll seek and we’ll search. We’ll clean out the barns and the school and the church. We’ll round up them varmints. We’ll get the job done!” The folks tried their darndest, but caught not a one.
But Mulligan Martinson said with a grin, “A winner don’t quit, and a quitter don’t win. As sure as a hound dog is riddled with fleas, I’ll round up them critters as quick as you please.” The townspeople chuckled but said not a word as Mulligan left for that prairie dog herd. His boots in the stirrups, his string at his side, he guided his rat through the streets far and wide.
He rode through the houses, the bank, and the jail, and lassoed them dogs by the tip of the tail. Then one to the next, like the cars of a train, he built him a seven-mile prairie-dog chain. The people applauded. They shouted and cheered as into the sunset that herd disappeared. But that was the last that the town ever saw of Mulligan Martinson Marley McGraw.
The folks like to say that he’s still on the plains. He’s guiding that herd with his hands on the reins. He left us a lesson—no doubt about that: A cowboy is more than the size of his hat.
Humor Humor in poetry can arise from a number of sources: –Surprise –Exaggeration –Bringing together of unrelated things Most funny poems have two things in common: –Rhythm –Rhyme
Rhythm & Rhyme Using more spirited language makes humorous situations even more humorous “The Porcupine” By Ogden Nash Any hound a porcupine nudges Can’t be blamed for harboring grudges. I know one hound that laughed all winter At a porcupine that sat on a splinter.
If you take away the rhythm and rhyme, the humor vanishes. Any hound that touches a porcupine Can’t be blamed for holding a grudge I know one hound that laughed all winter long At a porcupine that sat on a piece of wood
The History Of Rap Music Rap music developed from rhythm and blues music and rhythm and blues music developed from jazz. Jazz developed from folk sources. The slaves brought music here from Africa and as they were torn from their own ancestral cultures; they developed slave music as a new form of communication in song and story.
Black music in America retained much of Africa in it distinctive rhythmic elements. This is true of rap music, which was first commercially marketed in the early 1980s. Rap music in the African-American community was however evident in the culture of the black slave. Early musical forms dating from the slavery years include work songs, children's songs, and dances. The rhythmic quality of these songs, are similar to rap songs we hear today.
The beat box, which is used in today's rap music, is a result of slave culture. The poor economic conditions of slaves led them to "get by" with whatever they could for instruments. The combination of these two facts undoubtedly accounts for the expressionistic nature of African- American music from the 1600s to today.
The African-American music forms, such as rap, are not limited to the enjoyment of African-American people. The commercial success of rap groups from the early 1980’s through today; speak to the fact that youth from all cultures enjoy rap music.
Yea Cat Yea dog, you so smelly We finna wrap you up in pb & jelly Say no to that dog And yeah to this kitty Tha discrimination of cats is such a pitty You go dog While we go cat What the heck is up with that? Just like Randy from the Idol Callin′ everyone dog & be given them a title I say bark, bark at me if you’re my dog Just like Scooby, a really big hog You think you so gangster Callin everybody dog in tha hood But don’t forget them kittys Who be lookin so dang good! Just Remember: When you say dog,, We say cat And we be makin sure you never forget that! Christian Dallasanta Jenna Kerkhoff
Limericks A limerick is a poem of five lines The first, second, and fifth lines have three rhythmic beats and rhyme with one another. The third and fourth lines have two beats and rhyme with one another. A, A, B, B, A
Limericks are always light- hearted, humorous poems. They often contain hyperbole, onomatopoeia, idioms, puns, and other figurative devices. The last line of a good limerick contains the PUNCH LINE or “heart of the joke.”
Limericks There once was a man with no hair. He gave everyone quite a scare. He got some Rogaine, Grew out a mane, And now he resembles a bear!
Limerick About a Bee I wish that my room had a floor, I don’t care so much for a door. But this walking around Without touching the ground Is getting to be quite a bore.
Another Limerick There once was a very small mouse Who lived in a very small house, The ocean’s spray Washed it away, All that was left was her blouse!
You will create a limerick similar to this one… There once was a man from Beijing. All his life he hoped to be King. So he put on a crown, Which quickly fell down. That small silly man from Beijing.
Fill in the blanks and create your own Limerick. There once was a _________ from __________. All the while she/he hoped ________________. So she/he _____________________________, And _________________________________, That _____________ from _______________.
Mrs. Smith’s Limerick: There once was a man from Japan. All the while he hoped for a tan. So he lay on the beach, And ate a ripe peach, That came from a Georgia van.
Narrative Poetry Narrative Poetry is a poem that tells a series of events using poetic devices such as: –Rhythm –Rhyme –Compact Language –Attention to Sound
A narrative poem tells a story, but it does it with poetic flair! Many of the same elements that are found in a short story are also found in a narrative poem.
Elements of Narrative Poetry character setting conflict plot
On Turning Ten The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache or the headaches I get from reading in bad light— a kind of measles of the spirit, a mumps of the psyche, a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.
You tell me it is too early to be looking back, but that is because you have forgotten the perfect simplicity of being one and the beautiful complexity introduced by two. But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit. At four I was an Arabian wizard. I could make myself invisible by drinking a glass of milk a certain way. At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.
But now I am mostly at the window watching the late afternoon light. Back then it never fell so solemnly against the side of my tree house, and my bicycle never leaned against the garage as it does today, all the dark blue speed drained out of it.
This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself, as I walk through the universe in my sneakers. It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends, time to turn the first big number. It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed. - Billy Collins
Lyrics A good poem and a good song have a lot in common. In both cases, the writer needs to find common ground with their audience to gain their sympathy and maintain their interest.
A poet or lyricist has done well if the reader (listener) can say, “I know just what they mean.” The tale may be very different from the hearer’s own experience, but the heart issues – courage or fear, rejection or approval, great desire or a cold heart…are universal and give the verse its soul.
They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them No, no, no, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise, and put up a parkin' lot Big Yellow Taxi By Counting Crows
Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT I don't care about spots on my apples, Leave me the birds and the bees - please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Hey now, they've paved paradise to put up a parking lot Why not?
Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door swing, And a big yellow taxi took my girl away Now don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Hey now now, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise to put up a parking lot Why not, they paved paradise They put up a parking lot Hey hey hey, paved paradise and put up a parking lot
I don't wanna give it Why you wanna give it Why you wanna givin it all away Hey, hey, hey Now you wanna give it I should wanna give it Cuz you're givin it all away, no no I don't wanna give it Why you wanna give it Why you wanna givin it all away Cuz you're givin it all givin it all away yeah yeah Cuz You're givin it all away hey, hey, hey Hey, paved paradise, to put up a parking lot la,la, la, la, la, la, la,la,la,la,la Paved paradise, and put up a parking lot
Free Verse Very Few Distinct rules or boundaries The rhythm or cadence varies throughout the poem The words don’t rhyme, but they flow along their own uneven pattern. A poetry form for one who likes to march to the beat of a different drummer!
Running through a field of clover, Stop to pick a daffodil I play he loves me, loves me not, The daffy lies, it says he does not love me! Well, what use is a daffy When Jimmy gives me roses? -- Flora Launa
Drizzle Rain, oh rain. Rain. It falls like cereal being poured from a box. Drop! Drop! Drop! It leaves its mark on fields and lawns, Puddling in pools. Rain. Children splash in it, getting extremely dirty. Splish! Splish! Splash! Into the bathtub, To wash away the mud. Rain. It brings down hail. Crash! Crash! Crash! Coming down as big as golf balls, It wreaks things. Rain, oh rain.
Duke Such an unoriginal name for such an original dog He would run so fast Hunting cars as if they were wild game, Nipping at tires as warning. One day, a car fought back and Duke lost a leg. We mourned the loss of his liveliness, until we Looked out the window and saw the three legged wonder, Back on the road, courageously guarding his territory from those four-tired enemies. My Dad swore Duke could actually run faster now.
Ballads Ballads are poems that tell a story. Ballads are usually written in four-line stanzas called quatrains. Often, the first and third lines have four accented syllables; the second and fourth have three. Quatrain is a four-line stanza. Common rhyme schemes in quatrains are aabb, aaba, and abab.
The King was sick. His cheek was red And his eye was clear and bright; He ate and drank with a kingly zest, And peacefully snored at night.
Little Cricket The cricket's ballad sets the sun, Bidding farewell, the day is done. While twilight ushers in the dew, Welcoming chirps, that bid adeau. Vastness of dark, and night soon came, Through wind and thunder, he still sang. My quickened heart, forever still, By friend outside, my window sill.
Hark! O'er the valley, and the dell, His ballad echoes, all is well. The cricket's ballad sets the sun, Bids farewell, the day is done. --Barry Clopton Lanier
Cat’s in the Cradle My child arrived just the other day He came to the world in the usual way But there were planes to catch and bills to pay He learned to walk while I was away And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad You know I'm gonna be like you" And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man on the moon When you comin' home dad? I don't know when, but we'll get together then son You know we'll have a good time then
My son turned ten just the other day He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok" And he walked away but his smile never dimmed And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah You know I'm gonna be like him" And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man on the moon When you comin' home son? I don't know when, but we'll get together then son You know we'll have a good time then
Well, he came home from college just the other day So much like a man I just had to say "Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?" He shook his head and said with a smile "What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys See you later, can I have them please?" And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man on the moon When you comin' home son? I don't know when, but we'll get together then son You know we'll have a good time then
I've long since retired, my son's moved away I called him up just the other day I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind" He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad It's been sure nice talking to you" And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me He'd grown up just like me My boy was just like me And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man on the moon When you comin' home son? I don't know when, but we'll get together then son You know we'll have a good time then
Tim Tim could not recall his mom, he didn't know his dad; His life was always shuffled 'round, he was a troubled lad; His years upon this mortal world had only totaled five, At times he'd slept upon the street, he'd barely stayed alive; They found him yes, when he was two, hiding in a box, He had a bag of jelly beans and several colored rocks; They didn't know how long he'd been living on his own, They only knew he looked a mess, they couldn't find his home; He clutched a tattered dirty bear, its name was quite unique, He said his bear was "Uzzy boy," to us the name was Greek; Y'see Timmy didn't speak a lot, his words were very few, He often cried, "I wan my om," but no one had a clue;
His time was spent in foster homes, he wasn't treated well, His life was kicked from place to place, it was a living hell; His parents, on the other hand, had searched for Tim in vain, They thought Tims life had ended, their lives were wrought with pain; They used to laugh and play with Tim, he even had a cat, He had a bear named Fuzzyboy, a plastic ball and bat; One day the cat went out the door and headed down the street, Tim followed "Kitty" close behind with tiny naked feet; The rest is not important, little Tim was lost, It must have been so cold that night, the morning grass had frost; As time went by little Tim was traded to and fro, His life was so unstable and all he heard was" No!"
Christmas yes, was here again, a time he would abhor, He knew he would be moved again, of this he was quite sure; At five, Tim had but just one friend in whom he could confide, That little friend was "Uzzyboy," his one and only pride; As Christmas day grew ever near the papers all got signed, Soon Tim would be adopted, he hoped they would be kind; Every time he'd changed his home, he saw it in their eyes, They started off by acting nice, it was a proven guise; The time for their arrival would be on Christmas morn, The time that Christ the Savior came, the day that he was born; If miracles could ever be, he prayed that he might find, A couple that would hug him tight, he really wouldn't mind;
His foster parents cleaned him up, but took away his bear, That tattered rag would have to go, they really didn't care; Tim cried inside, his throat grew sore, that bear was his best friend, Little Tim was all alone, his heart may never mend; Then came a shallow knocking sound from just outside the door, It was the social service girl, the one he'd seen before; She gripped his hand and held it tight and Tim began to cry, She held him very tenderly and tried to dry his eyes; She was there when Tim was found, she knew his story well, She finally found a mom and dad, a pair that wouldn't yell; His future mom and dad had sent a package tied with string, Tim would eye it carefully to see what it would bring;
Then all at once his eyes welled up and tears began to flow, The precious present he'd unwrapped caused his face to glow; The ride was long, the car was warm, the destination near, His heart was pounding furiously, the future so unclear; And now the car began to slow, his confidence had grown, The place where they had stopped and parked was like a place he'd known; There were those stairs of painted wood, they even had a cat, The social lady rang the bell and then he spied the bat; A plastic bat was hung against the door above a sign, He really couldn't read just yet, he knew he would in time; And then he heard them running hard to open up the door, They picked him up and squeezed him tight, they loved him that's for sure;
And then Tim thought to thank them both because it was so right, for giving him an "Uzzyboy" to sleep with him that night; The mother fell upon her knees and asked," What did you say?" Tim said, "Thanks for Uzzyboy, I lost him once today!“ And then her tears began to flow, as father grabbed his heart, They said this was a miracle, that God had done his part; The social lady stood in awe, then dawned a glorious thought, That she had just united them, with one whom they had sought; Then mother screamed, "I yov you Tim!" That took him by surprise, He recognized that baby talk, and recognized her eyes; And then the spirit filled their souls, old memories came anew,, "Thank you Lord," they humbly prayed, "that thou hast blessed us too." -- Ralph Fallentine
Sonnet A sonnet is a fourteen-line poem that states a poet’s personal feelings. The Shakespearan sonnet follows the abab/cdcd/efef/gg rhyme scheme. Each line in a sonnet is 10 syllables in length, and every other syllable is stressed, beginning with the second syllable. (duh-DUH-duh-DUH-duh- DUH-duh-DUH-duh-DUH).
A sonnet is also an argument — it builds up a certain way. And how it builds up is related to its metaphors and how it moves from one metaphor to the next. In a Shakespearean sonnet, the argument builds up like this: –First quatrain: An exposition of the main theme and main metaphor. –Second quatrain: Theme and metaphor extended or complicated; often, some imaginative example is given. –Third quatrain: Peripeteia (a twist or conflict), often introduced by a "but" (very often leading off the ninth line). –Couplet: Summarizes and leaves the reader with a new, concluding image.
Challenger Seven It was to be a mission to the moon. There was a group of trained women and men, The space shuttle was to go very soon. The countdown started at the number ten. Controllers said everything was a go, They strapped themselves in the best that they could, Little did they know that everything would blow. The astronauts on the shuttle felt good, When the clock hit one minute and thirteen It started to go higher and higher. This marks the last when they were ever seen, In the air the shuttle started on fire. Now all of the crew will go to heaven, They were aboard the Challenger seven. -- Allyson Kaufmann
Day in September The month September and day eleven It started a day so peaceful and bright A terrible airplane came out of heaven It flew into the tower with great might Everyone saw the vast cloud of gray smoke They looked up to see what was the matter People starred up and not one even spoke Another plane came which started the chatter Who could have done this to the U.S.A? Is it a terrorist or a mistake? All New York could do was to hope and to pray For the loved ones lost, and the hearts that ache The days go by that we all remember That grey eleventh day of September -- Allyson Kaufmann
Columbine High It was just a day at Columbine High It started just fine until two boys came They started to shoot and let bullets fly. They did not have a particular aim Shot were fired and hit innocents The bodies cold and on the ground they lay Everyone around tried to make some sense Of the lives taken away that grey day People then mourned of the lives that were lost Thirteen great people were laid down to rest They cannot be brought back at any cost The families remembered only their best The day two students took there classmates lives It is now forever in their archives -- Allyson Kaufmann
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