2POETRY TERMS Line – a line of poetry Stanza – a group of lines in a poemRefrain – a line or stanza repeated at regular intervals throughout the poem
3“This Land is Your Land” This land is your land, this land is my landFrom California to the New York IslandFrom the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream watersThis land was made for you and me.As I was walking that ribbon of highway,I saw above me that endless skyway.I saw below me that golden valleyI’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footstepsTo the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts.And all around me a voice was sounding“This land was made for you and me.”When the sun comes shining and I was strollingAnd the wheatfields waving and the dust clouds rolling,As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting,
4Rhyme – the repetition of the same or similar sounds that appear near each other in a poem Rhyme scheme – the pattern of rhyme in a poemRhythm – the pattern of beats in a poemPoetry Terms
5“The Sloth” In moving slow he has no peer. - Theodore RoethkeIn moving slow he has no peer.You ask him something in his ear;He thinks about it for a year;And then, before he says a WordThere, upside down (unlike a bird)He will assume that you have heard-A most EX-as-per-at-ing LugBut should you call his manner Smug,He’ll sigh and give his branch a Hug;Then off again to Sleep he goes,Still swaying gently by his Toes,And you just know he knows he knows.
6Back through lightning Back through cloudsBack through clearingBack through distanceBack through silenceBack through grovesBack through garlandsBack by riversBack below mountainsBack through lightningBack through citiesBack through starsBack through hoursBack through plainsBack through flowersBack through birdsBack through rainBack through smokeBack through noonBack along loveBack through midnight“Train Tune”Louise Bogan
7Figurative language – language used for descriptive effect and not meant to be taken literally Simile – a comparison between two unlike things using “like” or “as”Metaphor – a direct comparison between two unlike thingsPersonification – giving human characteristics to things that are not humanPOETRY TERMS
8“The Magnificent Bull” My bull is white like the silver fish in the riverwhite like the shimmering crane bird on the river bankwhite like fresh milk!His roar is like the thunder to the Turkish cannon on the steep shore.My bull is dark like the raincloud in the storm.He is like summer and winter.Half of him is dark like the storm cloud,half of him is light like sunshine.His back shines like the morning star.His brow is red like the beak of the Hornbill.His forehead is like a flag, calling the people from a distance.He resembles the rainbow.I will water him at the river,With my spear I shall drive my enemies.Let them water their herds at the well;The river belongs to me and my bull.Drink, my bull, from the river; I am hereTo guard you with my spear.- Dinka Traditional
9“To a Golden-Haired Girl in a Louisiana Town” - Vachel LindsayYou are a sunrise,If a star should rise instead of the sunYou are a moonrise,If a star should come, in the place of the moon.You are the Spring,If a face should bloom,Instead of an apple-bough.You are my loveIf your heart is as kindAs your young eyes now.
10“Voyage” I was the fourth ship Behind Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria, Lost at sea while watching a seagull,Following the wind and sunset skies,While others set their charts.I was the fourth ship.Breathing in salt and flying with clouds,Sailing moonbreezes and starvision nights,Rolling into the wave and savoring its lull,While the others pointed their prows.Playfully in love with the sea,Eternally entwined with the sky,Forever vowed to my voyage,While the others shouted “Land.”- Carmen Tafolla
11Alliteration – repetition of a consonant sound in a line of poetry Assonance – repetition of a vowel sound in a line of poetryOnomatopoeia – a word or phrase that imitates a soundImagery – language that appeals to the sensesPOETRY TERMS
12“Cat!” Cat! Scat! After her, after her, Sleeky flatterer, Spitfire chatterer,Scatter her, scatter herOff her mat!Wuff!Treat her rough!Git her, git her,Whiskery spitter!Catch her, catch her,Green-eyed scratcher!SlatherySlitheryHisser,Don’t miss her!“Cat!”- Eleanor FarjeonRun till you’re ditheryHitheryThitheryPftts! Pffts!How she spits!Spitch! Spatch!Can’t she scratch!Scritching the barkOf the sycamore tree,She’s reached her arkAnd’s hissing at meWuff! Wuff!Scat,Cat!That’sThat!
13“When theFrost is onthe Punkin”- James Whitcomb Riley
14When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey cockAnd the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;O, it’s then’s the time a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfereWhen the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here-Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,And the mumble of the hummin’birds and buzzin’ of the beesBut the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the hazeOf a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn daysIs a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mockWhen the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
15The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn, And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;The stubble in the furries – kindo’ lonesome-like, but stillA-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;The hosses in theyr stalls below – the clover overhead! –O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keepsIs poured around the celler in red and yeller heaps;And your cider makin’s over, and your wimmern folks is throughWith theyr mince and apple butter, and theyr souse and sausage, tooI don’t know how to tell it – but ef sich a thing could beAs the Angels wantin boardin’ and they’d call around on me –I’d want to ‘commodate ‘em – all the whole indurin’ flock –