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Keystone Poetry Terms
A poem that tells a story. “Papa’s Fishing Hole” by -Elisabeth D. Babin I place my tiny hand in his as we walk to Papa’s Fishing Hole. I hand him a wiggling night crawler fighting for his life. The deadly hook squishes through the worm’s head, and I watch the brown guts ooze out. Papa throws the pole’s long arm back and then forward. The line lands in a murky spot along the reedy shore. Now I get to reel it in. Nothing yet, he says. He casts again. I reel it in. Still nothing. Three time’s a charm, he says. He casts. A strike. We turn the crank together. The fish jumps from the water and his colors form a rainbow as he arches his body above the reeds. My Papa handles him with the skill of a master as I stop helping to watch him work. A stiff jerk, a quick reel, a stiff jerk again. The fish doesn’t have a chance, I yell. I know. I know. I know, he says.
narrative poem intended to be sung usually contains a chorus or refrain I remember when we broke up the first time Saying, "This is it, I've had enough," 'cause like We hadn't seen each other in a month When you said you needed space. (What?) Then you come around again and say "Baby, I miss you and I swear I'm gonna change, trust me." Remember how that lasted for a day? I say, "I hate you," we break up, you call me, "I love you." Ooh, we called it off again last night But ooh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you We are never ever ever getting back together, We are never ever ever getting back together, You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me But we are never ever ever ever getting back together
long narrative poem follows adventures of a hero reflects beliefs of the culture superhuman deeds majestic language mythical setting
Poem written in response to a person’s death Focuses on the actual loss or the grief associated with it. The time you won your town the race We carried you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields were glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. epitapheulogy
Very personal in nature Focuses on feelings and perceptions about a specific subject. "DREAMS" by Langston Hughes Hold onto dreams For if dreams die Life is like a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
Japanese form of unrhymed poetry 3 lines long focuses on nature Follows a pattern of: 5 syllables 7 syllables 5 syllables An old silent pond... A frog jumps into water, splash! Silence again.
a poem that shows what is good and unique about a certain subject They wait under Pablo’s bed, Rain-beaten, sun-beaten, A scuff of green At their tips From when he fell In the school yard. He fell leaping for a football That sailed his way. But Pablo fell and got up, Green on his shoes, With the football Out of reach. Now it’s night. Pablo is in bed listening To his mother laughing to the Mexican novelas on TV. His shoes, twin pets That snuggle his toes, Are under the bed. He should have bathed, But he didn’t. (Dirt rolls from his palm, Blades of grass Tumble from his hair.) He loves his shoes, Cloth like a sail, Rubber like A lifeboat on rough sea. Pablo is tired, Sinking into the mattress. His eyes sting from Grass and long words in books. He needs eight hours Of sleep To cool his shoes, The tongues hanging Out, exhausted.
A poem written without any regular rhyme scheme, rhythm, or line pattern.
14-lined poem Written in iambic pentameter (da-DUM-da-DUM-da-DUM-da-DUM-da-DUM) Follows a rhyme scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGG My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. Couplet
The pattern of rhyme at the end of each line of poetry. Represented by different letters for each new rhyme. There once was a man from Peru Who dreamt he was eating a shoe. He awoke with a fright In the middle of the night To find that his dream had come true. A A A B B
Words that are close to rhyming, but aren’t perfect. soul/alleye/light Words that appear in the same line and rhyme. In the gray grains of sand The dark veins of dropping rain.
the repeating of a consonant sound in consecutive words. Sally sold Sam several seashells. the repeating of a vowel sound in consecutive words. How now, brown cow? the use of words that imitate the sounds they describe.
In prose writing we use sentences, while in poetry we write in lines. In prose writing we use paragraphs, while in poetry large chunks are called stanzas. In prose writing the story is told by a narrator, while in poetry, the voice of the poem is called the speaker.
A comparison that lasts longer than one line. Instead it continues for an entire stanza or an entire poem.