Presentation on theme: "The Letter “T”: Title and Theme"— Presentation transcript:
1 The Letter “T”: Title and Theme Poetry takes T.i.M.EThe Letter “T”:Title and Theme
2 Poetry is someone saying something to someone else The first “someone” is the speaker, or the poet/writer of the poemThe second “someone” is the audience
3 Unfolding Bud By: Naoshi Koriyama One is amazedBy a water-lily budUnfoldingWith each passing day,Taking on a richer colorAnd new dimensions.One is not amazedAt first glance,By a poem,Which is as tight-closedAs a tiny bud.Yet one is surprisedTo see the poemGradually unfolding,Revealing its rich inner self,As one reads itAgainAnd over again.
4 I’m Nobody By: Emily Dickinson I'm nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!They'd banish -- you know!How dreary to be somebody!How public like a frogTo tell one's name the livelong dayTo an admiring bog!
5 Friends by: Stuart Macfarlane Drain the color from the rainbow, Let the stars tumble from the sky, Mute the bird’s morning chorus, Steal the beauty from the flowers. All these and more I’d sacrifice, And surely would survive.But friendship Not a moment could I bare, To be without the friends I love. For they are life’s true wonders, Filling my heart, my soul, my senses. With all the colors of happiness, With every sight and sound of joy.
6 The Letter “I”: Imagery Poetry takes T.i.M.EThe Letter “I”:Imagery
7 Sensory Imagery Figurative Imagery Poets use words to create pictures and emotions in the minds of readersSensory ImageryWords that appeal to one of the five senses (sight, hearing, taste, touch, or smell)Figurative ImageryEnhancing words and phrases to create an image in the readers mindSimiles, metaphors, personification, hyperbole, etc.
8 Types of Figurative imagery Simile – a comparison between two things using the words “like” or “as”The thunder roared like a bearMetaphor – a comparison between two things without using “like” or “as”Raindrops the size of dimes hit my faceThe clouds were fluffy ships floating through the skyPersonification – giving human characteristics to non-human thingsThe dog smiled when he saw the treatThe darkness of the basement stared into me
11 The Funeral By: Gordan Parks After many snows I was home again. Time had withered down to mere hills The great mountains of my childhood. Raging rivers I once swam trickled now like gentle streams. And the wide road curving on to New York or London or perhaps Paris Had withered to a crooked path of dust Ending abruptly at the county burying ground. Only the giant who was my father remained the same. A hundred strong men strained beneath his coffin When they bore him to his grave.