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Poetry-poetry is a patterned form of verbal or written expression of ideas
in concentrated, imaginative, and rhythmical terms. Poetry usually contains
Rhyme and a specific meter, but not necessarily.
Poetry-To me poetry is when you sit down and just begin to write and
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Whatever comes out you write down and it turns into a poem.
Meter-meter is a pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables established in a line of poetry.
Foot-a foot is a unit of meter. A metrical foot can have two or three syllables. A foot consists generally of one stressed and one or more unstressed syllables.
Iambic foot- the iambic foot is a two-syllable foot with the stress on the second syllable. It is the most common foot in English.
"She Walks in Beauty"
By Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all thats best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes
"On Being Brought from Africa to America"
By Phillis Wheatley
Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That theres a God, that theres a Saviour too
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
Their colour is a diabolic die.
Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain,
May be refind, and join th angelic train.
"While You Were Chasing a Hat"
By Lilian Moore
The wind
that whirled
your hat
away
"Friend"
By Jessie Jones
My friend why did you die that way,
I miss you each and every day
"Sunny"
By Jessie Jones
Sunny weather keeps you warm,
Till comes the next big storm
Trochaic foot- the trochaic foot consists of a stressed syllable
Followed by an unstressed syllable.
"Song"
By Sir John Suckling
Why so pale and wan, fond Lover?
Prithee why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee why so pale?
"Infant Innocence"
By A. E. Housman
The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild;
He has devoured an infant child.
The infant child is not aware
It has been eaten by the bear.
"In Memory of W.B. Yeats"
By W. H. Auden
Earth, receive an honoured guest;
William Yeats is laid to rest
Let this Irish vessel lie
Emptied of its poetry.
"People"
By Jessie Jones
The fifty men and women are,
Fifty cats and dogs
"Tiger"
By Jessie Jones
Tiger, tiger bright and bold
In the forests never cold
Anapestic foot-the anapestic foot consists of three syllables with the
Stress on the last symbol.
"IMPEACH"
By Phil Trieb
Will Congress impeach or just censure
Or forget it and simply move on
And claim they have taken the tempture
Of the people, who say its too long
" The MEANING OF IS"
By Phil Trieb
The president knows not what is means
And the intelligence of all he demeans
Such deceitful word games
As he everyone blames
But himself, when he let drop his jeans.
"PLACES"
By Jim Janson
As I gazed across the golden sands.
Overlooking the promised lands.
A ship passed through.
Destination Timbuktu.
Working on deck were all hands.
"TALKING"
By Jessie Jones
One day when I went walking.
I could hear someone mocking,
The poor defenseless fans.
Who were sitting in the stands.
While all they were doing was talking.
"BABY"
By Jessie Jones
There is a pretty new baby
Her name is Haley Jade
I look at her daily.
Dactylic foot- The Dactylic foot contains three syllables with the stress
On the first syllable
"Bees"
By Norman Rowland Gale
You voluble,
Velvety
Vehement fellows
That play on your
Flying and
Musical cellos.
"Authors preface"
By Chilswell
Our generation already is overpast,
And they lov'd legacy, Gerard, hath lain
Coy in my home; as once thy heart was fain
Of shelter, when God's terror held thee fast
In life's wild wood at Beauty and Sorrow aghast;
Thy sainted sense trammel'd in ghostly pain,
Thy rare ill-broker'd talent in disdain
Yet love of Christ will win man's love at last.
"Charge of the Light Brigade"
By Billy Tennyson
Half a league, | half a league,
Half a league | onward,
All in the | valley of Death
Rode the six | hundred....
Cannon to | right of them,
Cannon to | left of them
Cannon in | front of them
Volleyed and | thundered
"Madison"
By Jessie Jones
Madison is soo pretty
And she has big feet
She cries a lot
But she is soo sweet
"McDonalds"
By Jessie Jones
McDonalds is very fun
You can eat in the sun
Have a burger with a regular bun
But make sure its done.
Spondaic foot- the spondaic foot consists of two unstressed
Syllables.
Pyrrhic foot- the pyrrhic foot consists of two unstressed syllables.
Monometer-one foot line in a poem
"Upon His Departure"
By Robert Herrick
Thus I
Pass by
And die.
"fleas"
By Unknown
Adam
Had'em
"Bondago 1"
By Unknown
This far I came.
This much I did.
Good.
"Summer"
By Jessie Jones
Summers
Blend their
Colors
Rarely.
"Spring"
By Jessie Jones
When the dark
Of a spring
Interrupts,
There is one
Who will serve.
Dimeter- two foot line
"Money"
By Richard Armour
Workers earn it,
Spend thrifts burn it,
Bankers lend it,
Women spend it,
Forgers fake it,
Taxes take it,
Dying leave it,
Heirs receive it,
Thrifty save it,
Misers crave it,
Robbers sieze it,
Rich increase it,
Gamblers lose it…
I could use it.
"Resume"
By Dorthy Parker
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns arent lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
"The Charge of the Light Brigade"
By Alfred Lord Tennyson
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyd and thunderd;
Stormd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
"I want"
By Jessie Jones
I wanna eat,
I wanna sing,
I wanna smile,
I wanna dig,
I wanna walk,
I wanna run,
I wanna do everything!
"Color"
By Jessie Jones
Plants are green,
Paper is white,
Water is clear,
Or water is brown.
Trimeter- three-foot line
"The idle life I lead"
By Robert Bridges
The idle life I lead
Is like a pleasant sleep,
Wherein I rest and heed
The dreams that by me sweep.
"The Conqueror Worm"
By Edgar Allan Poe
Lo! tis a gala night
ʏWithin the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
ʏIn veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
"The haunted palace"
By Edgar Allen Poe
In the greenest of our valleys
ʏBy good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace
ʏSnow-white palace reared its head.
In the monarch thoughts dominion
ʏIt stood there!
Never Seraph spread his pinion
ʏOver fabric half so fair.
Eldorado
By Edgar Allan Poe
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
Tamerlane
By Edgar Allan Poe
Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, is not (now) my theme-
I will not madly deem that power
Tetrameter- four-foot line
"Not Quite Fair"
By Henry Leigh
The hills,the meadows,an the lakes,
Enchant not for their ownsweep sakes,
They cannot know, they cannot care
To know what they are thought so fair.
"The haunted palace"
By Edgar Allen Poe
In the greenest of our valleys
ʏBy good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace
ʏSnow-white palace reared its head.
In the monarch thoughts dominion
ʏIt stood there!
Never Seraph spread his pinion
ʏOver fabric half so fair.
"The Conqueror Worm"
By Edgar Allan Poe
Lo! tis a gala night
ʏWithin the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
ʏIn veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
Pentameter- five-foot line
"Sonnet number one"
By Shakespeare
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beautys 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,
Feedst thy lights 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 worlds fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, makst waste in niggarding
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the worlds due, by the grave and thee.
"Sonnet number two"
By Shakespeare
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beautys field,
Thy youths proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a totterd weed of small worth held
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deservd thy beautys use,
If thou couldst answer This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feelst it cold.
"Sonnet number four"
By Shakespeare
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beautys legacy?
Natures bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th executor to be.
"Sonnet number five"
By Shakespeare
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty oer-snowed and bareness every where
Then were not summers distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beautys effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was
But flowers distilld, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
"Sonnet number six"
By Shakespeare
Then let not winters ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beautys treasure ere it be self-killed.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
Thats for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair
To be deaths conquest and make worms thine heir.
Hexameter- six-foot line
"Faerie Queene"
By Edmund Spenser
A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine,
Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,
Wherein old dints of deepe woundes did remaine,
The cruell markes of many a bloody fielde;
Yet armes till that time did he never wield
His angry steede did chide his foaming bitt,
As much disdayning to the curbe to yield
Full jolly knight he seemed, and faire did sitt,
As one for knightly jousts and fierce encounters fitt.
Adonais
Bymary shelly
Oh weep for Adonais-he is dead!
Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep!
Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed
Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep,
Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep;
For he is gone where all things wise and fair
Descend. Oh dream not that the amorous deep
Will yet restore him to the vital air;
Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair .
The Lotos-Eaters
By Tennyson
Courage! he said, and pointed toward the land,
This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.
In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.
All round the coast the languid air did swoon
Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Full-faced above the valley stood the moon;
And, like a downard smoke, the slender stream
Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem.
"He Stepped"
By Larry Hosken
He stepped from bus, all fuming and exhaust-
Ed; Larry went to the grocers lair.
Too grumpy to watch leftovers defrost,
He bought spaghetti sauce stored in a jar.
Ah fate! To kitchen then did he repair,
But could not twist oen stubborn jar. Now cross,
Wished to fill sucky vacuum seal with air,
He gave the lid a whack! Showed it whos boss.
From the--oops--cracked jar to floor gurgled spattring sauce.
Eve of St. Agnes
By Keats
St Agnes Eve -- Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in wooly fold
Numb were the Beadsmans fingers, while he told
His rosary, and while his frosted breath,
Like pious incense from a censer old,
Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death,
Past the sweet Virgins picture, while his prayer he saith.
Heptameter- seven-foot line
Casey at the Bat
By Earnest Thayer
It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day.
The score was two to four with but one inning left to play.
"What I Want"
By unknown
Days alone
Are the ones I
Never want to see
I want to spend time with you
Every second of the day, if I could
I would live a life to come with you.
To spend every day within
Your arms.
To feel your love wash over me
Like the falling waves of the ocean.
"Forgive me, Im new"
By Jim Morrison
So stand close by as I wait for death.
Maybe then youll hear me plea.
And you can hear the pain in my last breath.
Mournful cry out to thee.
"Bird"
By Jessie Jones
There was a bird in a tree, it sat lonely looking at me
I looked at it and I cried, can I help you, can you see?
"Clean"
By Jessie Jones
One day my house was exceptionally clean
Only because my mom was being exceptionally mean.
Octameter- eight-foot line
"The Raven"
By Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Tis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door
ʏOnly this, and nothing more.
"March An Ode"
By Algernon Charles Swinburne
Fain, fain would we see but again for an hour what the wind and the sun have dispelled and consumed,
Those full deep swan-soft feathers of snow with whose luminous burden the branches implumed
"A Toccata of Galuppis"
By Robert Browning
Ay, because the seas the street there; and tis arched by... what you call... Shylocks bridge with houses on it, where they kept the carnival I was never out of England--its as if I saw it all.
"Tree"
By Jessie Jones
There was a very pretty flowering pear tree in our very big yard.
It smelled extremely bad, kind of like lard.
"Rose"
By Jessie Jones
There is a real pretty rose in the flower bed it has petals that are different colors
The rose has a long stem that is green and really long roots.
Rhymed verse- rhymed verse consists of verse with end rhyme and usually with a regular meter.
"Bread and Wine"
By Rainer Maria Rilke
Eternity wants in. How and by whom
are rites less solemn told apart from more?
Look in the window, through the darkened store,
at supper in a clearly lit back room
"Buddha"
By Rainer Maria Rilke
As if he listened. Quiet…something far…
We hold our breath, hearing it no longer.
And he is star. And other giant stars,
unseen by us, orbit him out yonder.
"Lady in a Mirror"
By Rainer Maria Rilke
Like someone flavoring a bed-time drink
she lets dissolve into the mirrors pool
her air of weariness and then lets sink
the brilliant smile for which some play the fool.
"Butterfly"
By Jessie Jones
Butterflies are pretty fairies
They are not the least bit scary.
"Bird"
By Jessie Jones
There was a bird in a tree, it sat lonely looking at me
I looked at it and I cried, can I help you, can you see?
Blank verse- blank verses consists of lines of iambic pentameter without end rhyme.
"Invocation"
By John Milton
Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us and regain the blissful seat,
Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed
In the beginning how the Heavens and Earth
Rose out of Chaos or, if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God, I thence
Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
"Mending Wall"
By Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall.
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
"Andrea del Sarto"
By Browning
But do not let us quarrel anymore,
No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once
Sit down and all shall happen as you wish.
You turn your face, but does it bring your heart?
"Hills"
By Jessie Jones
I watch the rolling hills fly by my eyes
They look like rolling waves.
"Dew"
By Jessie Jones
It touched my skin like dew without a trail
I brushed it off like it was garbage.
Free verse- free verse consists of lines that do not have regular meter and do not contain rhyme.
"I am the Great Sun"
By Charles Causley
I am the great sun, but you do not see him,
I am your husband, but you turn away.
I am the captive, but you do not free me,
I am the captain but you will not mop.
"untitled"
ByFlora Launa
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 a daffy
When Jimmy gives me roses?
DV
By Katherine Foreman
The worlds most humble egotist
Spin it around but
Nothing is true or can be, so
Were all wrong but youre not.
Is it false that nothing is true
Or can you be the only one blind enough
To see the unreality of the real?
All your isms, youll never be quite wrong
But if nothing is true
Neither are you
"baby"
By Jessie Jones
While it sleeps, there is peace,
In my heart and head
"Emma"
By Jessie Jones
I wont ask you why youre running and
I wont ask you if you care
Rhyme- rhyme is the similarity or likeness of sound existing between two words.
End rhyme- end rhyme consists of similarity occurring at the end of two or more lines of verse.
"I wish"
By Gellette Burgess
I wish that my room had a floor;
I don't so much care for a door,
But this walking around
Without touching the ground is getting to be quite a bore!
"Lady in a Mirror"
By Rainer Maria Rilke
Like someone flavoring a bed-time drink
she lets dissolve into the mirrors pool
her air of weariness and then lets sink
the brilliant smile for which some play the fool.
Casey at the Bat
By Earnest Thayer
It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day.
The score was two to four with but one inning left to play.
"Butterfly"
By Jessie Jones
Butterflies are pretty fairies
They are not the least bit scary.
"Bird"
By Jessie Jones
There was a bird in a tree, it sat lonely looking at me
I looked at it and I cried, can I help you, can you see?
Internal Rhyme- internal rhyme consists of the similarity occurring between two or more words in the same line of verse
"The Raven"
By Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Tis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door
ʏOnly this, and nothing more.
"AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS"
By Gelett Burgess
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS.
Which you ll Regard with Yells and Whoops.
Futile Acumen!
For you Yourselves are Doubtless Dupes
Of Failings Such as Mar these Groups --
We all are Human!
"Mother nature"
By Jessie Jones
I am the daughter of earth and water,
And the nursling of the sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
"Letter"
By Jessie Jones
I wrote to my friend, I had to send
Letter that's even better
"love"
By Jessie Jones
The love will rise above
Cause there is a lot of real love
Masculine Rhyme- masculine rhyme occurs when the last two syllables
"Taps"
By Joseph Esenwein
Fading light
Dims the sight,
And the stars gem the sky,
Gleaming bright,
From afar drawing nigh,
Falls the night.
"Sammy Snakes Grandpa"
By Bob Tucker
Sammy gives an admiring stare
At his old grandpa resting there.
And he is proud, for goodness sake,
To have him as his Grandpa Snake.
"Precious Mother"
By Barbara Ritter
Mother left a while ago
Leaving me here so sad and low
Wondering at times if I can go on
Now that my precious mother is gone
"Butterfly"
By Jessie Jones
Butterflies are pretty fairies
They are not the least bit scary.
"McDonalds"
By Jessie Jones
McDonalds is very fun
You can eat in the sun
Have a burger with a regular bun
But make sure its done.
Feminine Rhyme- Feminine rhyme occurs when the last two syllables of a word rhyme with another word.
The Beauty of a Rose
By Jacqueline Sanders
Beautiful, long-stemmed rose,
placed in a marble black vase.
Looking stiff in your straight pose,
with violets and daisies, interlaced.
Swaying softly in a light breeze,
casted from a slightly opened window.
"How are you"
By Arthur Guiterman
Don't tell your friend about your indigestion
"How are you!" is a greeting, not a question.
A (Mite)y Blessing
By Unknown
I think a thought both now and then.
My thought just now, Ill think again.
An unappreciated fact,
bacteria in size have lacked.
"Guns"
By Jessie Jones
Having guns is not lawful
It is also very aweful.
"Arena"
By Jessie Jones
In the arena there is lots of fighting
So there must be great lighting.
Triple Rhyme- triple rhyme occurs when the last three syllables of a word or line rhyme.
"The Hippopotamus"
By Hilaire Belloc
I shoot the Hippopotamus
With bullets made of platinum
Because if I use the leaden ones
His hide is sure to flaten'um
"The Soldiers of our Queen"
By W. S. Gilbert
DRAGOONS
The soldiers of our Queen
Are linked in friendly tether;
Upon the battle scene
They fight the foe together.
"The Game"
By Jessie Jones
In the game we were victorious
Which was quite glorious
"Cave"
By Jessie Jones
In the cave I was quivering
I've never felt so much shivering.
Rhyme Scheme- rhyme scheme is a pattern or sequence in which rhyme occurs.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. a
His house is in the village though; a
He will not see me stopping here b
To watch his woods fill up with snow. a
My little horse must think it queer b
To stop without a farmhouse near b
Between the woods and frozen lake c
The darkest evening of the year. b
He gives his harness bells a shake c
To ask if there is some mistake. c
The only other sounds the sweep d
Of easy wind and downy flake. c
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, d
But I have promises to keep, d
And miles to go before I sleep. d
And miles to go before I sleep. d
Alliteration- alliteration is the repetition of the initial letter or sound in two or more words in a line of verse.
"My Madeline"
By Walter Parke
My Madeline! My Madeline!
Mark my melodious midnight moans;
Much may my melting music mean
My modulated monotones.
"A Tutor"
By Carolyn wells
A tutor who tooted the flute
Tried to teach two young tooters to toot;
Said the two to the tutor,
"is it harder to toot, or
To tutor two tooters to toot?
"Pied Beauty"
By Hopkins
Glory to God for dappled things-
For skies of couple-colouras a brinded cow
"Cow"
By Jessie Jones
Many merry milkmaids
Milked Mary moo cow
"Cat"
By Jessie Jones
Furry feline frenzy,
Fat flabby cat
Onomatopoeia- onomatopoeia is the use of words to represent or imitate natural sounds.
"The coming of Arthur"
By Tennyson
Clang battleaxe, and clash brand!
Let the king reign.
"Supper Time"
By Emma Hartnett
Get the cutlery out, clink, clank!
The dog is barking, woof, woof!
The bins falling over, bang, crash!
The sound of eating, munch, crunch!
Spooning in your soup, slurp, slurp!
Somebody has hiccups, hic, hic!
My lemonade fizzing, fizz, fizz!
The cats rubbing my leg, purr, meow!
Suppers over - Burp!
Mind your manners!
"The Farm"
By Brett Sheehan
The cows chewing the grass,
Crunch, crunch!
The pigs rolling in mud,
Squelch, squelch!
A mouse runs across the floorboards,
Squeak, squeak!
The dog rounding in all the sheep,
Woof, woof!
The farmer going to town,
Brum, brum!
Bees collecting honey in the hive,
Buzz, buzz!
And the ducks swimming around the pond,
Quack, quack!
"Bees"
By Jessie Jones
I hate bees
I have there munch munch on flowers
I hate there buzz buzz buzzing
I hate bees
"witch"
By Jessie Jones
Once I went to a witches house
I heard the gurgle of the cauldron and;
Then a hiss…
Assonance- Assonance is the similarity or repetition of a vowel sound in two or more words.
"Ghost House"
By Robert Frost
Oer ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
"The Black Cottage"
By Robert Frost
Blown over and over themselves in idleness.
Sand grains should sugar in the natal dew
The babe born to the desert, the sand storm
Retard mid-waste my cowering caravans
"The Silken Tent"
By Robert Frost
She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
"lake"
By Jessie Jones
At the big lake
There was a small stake
"Army"
By Jessie Jones
At the army base
The love began to fade.
Consonance- consonance is the repetition of consonant sounds within a line f verse.
"Nothing Gold Can Stay"
By Robert Frost
Natures first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
"Mowing"
By Robert Frost
There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
"Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter"
By Robert Frost
The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.
"The Vantage Point"
By Robert Frost
If tires of trees I seek again mankind,
Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn,
To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.
"Blacky"
By Jessie Jones
Blacky is my black doggie
He brings back balls for you.
"Watermelon"
By Jessie Jones
Watermelons are wonderful,
Wacky, wet and..
Sweet!!
Refrain- a refrain is a repetition of one or more phrases or lines at intervals in a poem, usually at the end of a stanza.
"The smoking world"
By G. L. Hemminger
Tobacco is a dirty weed
I like it.
It satisfies no normal need
I like it.
"Saint Joan Of Arc"
By Karl Oeyvind
God Gave A Task
Why Me You Ask
What Shall I Do
I Listen To You
God Gave A Task
"Barbara Allen"
By unknown
VERSE 1
In a scarlet town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwellin
Made every youth cry well away
For her name was Bar-bra Allen
VERSE
All in th merry month of May
When green buds they were swellin
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For the love of Bar-bra Allen
"luv'em"
By Jessie Jones
My family is rude, but
I luv'em
My family is boring, but
I luv'em
"Turtle"
By Jessie Jones
My turtle is oliver
He Is an ornate turtle.
My turtle is oliver.
Repetition- repetition is the reiterating of a word or phrase within a poem.
"The Hammers"
By Ralph Hodgson
Noise of hammers once I heard,
Manny hammers, busy hammers.
"Relation"
By Unknown
Moths fly with butterflies
Butterflies fly with moths
Hawk-mocking owl bird harbinger-he
In endless not-circles circle we
So repeats tragedy as comedy
Comedy as tragedy
Yet nonetheless
as endless
Humpty Dumpty
By Mother Goose
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
All the Kings horses and all the Kings men
Couldnt put Humpty together again
"Cookies"
By Jessie Jones
I like cookies
Cookies are good
Cookies make me smile
"Puppy"
By Jessie Jones
I like my puppy
My puppy makes me laugh
My puppy is cute.
Figure of speech- a figure of speech is an expression in which the words are used in a non literal sense to present a figure, picture, or image.
Simile- a simile is a direct or explicit comparison between two usually unrelated things indicating a likeness or similarity between some atribute found in both things. Uses like or as to indicate the comparrison.
"Mending Wall"
By Robert Frost
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
"Stars"
By Robert Frost
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
"BIRCHES"
By Robert Frost
So low for long, they never right themselves
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
"love"
By Jessie Jones
Love is like a straight jacket
You can never get out of it!!
"Comp."
By Jessie Jones
A computer is like a cardboard box
Except with memory
Metaphor- a metaphor is an implied comparison between two usually unrelated things indicating likeness or analogy between them. Does not use like or as to indicate the comparison.
"The Silken Tent"
By Robert Frost
She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass round,
And only by ones going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware
"Putting in the Seed"
By Robert Frost
You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When suppers on the table, and well see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
Devotion
By Robert Frost
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean--
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.
"Test"
By Jessie Jones
The test was so easy
It was peaches and cream.
"sister"
By Jessie Jones
My sister is so messy
She is a pig at the table
Personification- personification is the giving of human characteristics to inanimate objects, ideas, or animals.
"My November Guest"
By Robert Frost
My Sorrow, when shes here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
"Mowing"
By Robert Frost
THERE was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
"TREE AT MY WINDOW"
By Robert Frost
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
"Cat"
By Jessie Jones
The cat danced
When I gave her her food.
"boy"
By Jessie Jones
When he broke up with me
My heart cried out.
Synecdoche- synecdoche is the technique of mentioning a part of something to represent a hole.
"I Will Sing You One-O"
By Robert Frost
Then cane one knock!
A note unruffled
Of earthly weather,
Though strange and muffled.
The tower said, One!
"The Gift Outright"
By Robert Frost
The land was ours before we were the lands.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people.
She was ours
"Fire and Ice"
By Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what Ive tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
"Sailor"
By Jessie Jones
There was a big sailor he said
All hands on deck!
"A ship"
By Jessie Jones
There were people stranded on a island
All of a sudden they said a sail! A sail!
Metonymy- metonymy is the substitution of a word naming an object for another word closely associated with it.
"Out, Out"
By Robert Frost
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all -
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a mans work, though a child at heart -
He saw all was spoiled. Dont let him cut my hand off -
The doctor, when he comes. Dont let him, sister!
So. The hand was gone already.
"THE MISTRESS OF VISION"
By Robert Frost
Secret was the garden;
Set i the pathless awe
Where no star its breath can draw.
Life, that is its warden,
Sits behind the fosse of death. Mine eyes saw not,
and I saw.
"CONTEMPLATION"
By Robert Frost
This morning saw I, fled the shower,
The earth reclining in a lull of power
The heavens, pursuing not their path,
Lay stretched out naked after bath,
Or so it seemed; field, water, tree, were still,
Nor was there any purpose on the calm-browed hill.
"king"
By Jessie Jones
The queen said
Pay tribute to t he crown.
"Driving"
By Jessie Jones
The white house has decided
That you cant drive till your 18.
Hyperbole- hyperbole is an exaggeration for the sake of emphasis and is not to be taken literally.
"After Apple-Picking"
By Robert Frost
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
"The Dew That on Shallot-leaves Lies"
By John A. Turner
How soon in sunlight dries
The dew that on shallot-leaves lies!
Yet the same dew,
Though now tis dry,
Tomorrow morn will fall anew.
But when shall mortal men,
If once they die,
Ever return again?
"Green Green, River Bank Grasses"
By John A. Turner
Green green, river bank grasses,
thick thick, willows in the garden;
Plump plump, that lady upstairs,
bright bright, before the window;
lovely lovely, her red face-powder;
slim slim, she puts out a white hand.
Once I was a singing-house girl,
now the wife of a wanderer,
a wanderer who never comes home --
Its hard sleeping in an empty bed alone.
"HOT"
By Jessie Jones
Its so hot out here
Im going to sweat to death
If I don't get some water.
"Its broke?!"
By Jessie Jones
I broke my nose,
There was rivers of blood.
Litotes- litotes is an understatement and is achieved by saying the opposite of what one means or by making the affirmation by stating the fact in the negative.
"Door Litotes"
By Sharon Dolin
Not ugly, really, off-white gone grey with pencil
scratches made upon it.
"short"
By Sharon Dolin
Not too short, You grew-some, the father chuckled
chucked her chin each time
"Beautiful"
By Sharon Dolin
No longer a girl's body but a mother's not so sad
to become a door after letting in seed pushing
"Speed"
By Jessie Jones
Hey speedy
You are so slow!
"cake"
By Jessie Jones
Hey "skinny"
Why don't you go eat some more cake!
Antithesis- antithesis is a balancing or contrasting of one term against another.
"Phenomenal Antithesis"
By Pavalamani Pragasam
Long, warm rays the morning sun beams-
The cool, short way to start another day.
Vast dunes of dry sand undulate-
A small play-court for probing, fertile minds.
Hot lava pours out of volcanic mouths-
Cold truths, they are, about death and destruction.
"Money"
By Pavalamani Pragasam
Then came an age of moral power;
In supreme honor did Pandavas tower.
Lord Krishnas scriptures paved us the way
And in personal grandeur Lord Rama did sway
"My Love"
By Pavalamani Pragasam
Nature, my lady love, she is
The morning mist her fond kiss on my cheek,
The gentle breeze her soft whisper in my ear,
In flowery attire she feasts my eyes.
The flitting butterflies her flirting charms,
Her eager hands, the sea waves, appear.
Her brooks chatter with fun and laughter,
Her balmy woods caress my soul,
The stars, her eyes, wink with mischief-
An enthralled lover, I lie in bliss in her lap
Apostrophe- apostrophe is the addressing of someone or something usually not present, as though present.
"Something Like a Star"
By Robert Frost
O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud --
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
"TREE AT MY WINDOW"
By Robert Frost
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
"Mending Wall"
By Robert Frost
We have to use a spell to make them balance
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
"friend"
By Jessie Jones
Oh friend, now that you gone,
What am I to do?
"daisy"
By Jessie Jones
Daisy, oh daisy
Why are you so pretty?
Symbol- a symbol is a word or image that signifies something other than what is literally represented
"The Road Not Taken"
By Robert Frost
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
"Rose Pogonias"
By Robert Frost
A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers--
A temple of the heat.
"Come In"
By Robert Frost
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
"flower"
By Jessie Jones
The flower frowns in the drought,
It smiles in the rain.
"dolphin"
By Jessie Jones
Dolphins jump very high
High in the sky.
Stanza- a stanza is a division of a poem based on thought or form. Stanzas are known by the number of lines they contain.
Couplet- a couplet is two lines of verse that rhyme a~a.
"Decorator Hermit Crab"
By Vanessa Pike-Russell
There was a little hermit crab
Who thought his tank was rather drab.
Morning Swim
By Maxine Kumin
I set out, oily and nude
through mist in oily solitude
On a Sea-Storm Nigh the Coast
By Richard Steere
The weighty seas are rowled from the deeps
In mighty heaps,
And from the rocks foundations do arise
To kiss the skies.
"dolphin"
By Jessie Jones
Dolphins jump very high
High in the sky.
"Cave"
By Jessie Jones
In the cave I was quivering
I've never felt so much shivering.
Triplet- the triplet or tercet is a three line stanza or is three lines of verse within a larger unit that usually rhymes a~a~a
Fourteen Haiku
BY Basho
I would lie down drunk
on a bed of stone covered
with soft pinks blooming.
"salmon"
By Adam tillman
Salmon migrate,
at a high rate
and theyre never late.
"salmon grin"
By Adam tillman
Salmon swim
They can grin
With a fin
"frog"
By Jessie Jones
I am a yellow dog
who wishes he was
a purple-spotted frog.
"fish"
By Jessie Jones
You can tell lots of information from their scales
They have long floppy tails
They swim away from whales
Quatrain- a quatrain consists of four rhymed lines.
Leap Before You Look
By W.H. Auden
The sense of danger must not disappear
The way is certainly both short and steep,
However gradual it looks from here;
Look if you like, but you will have to leap.
In Memoriam
By Tennyson
O thou, new-year, delaying long,
Delayest the sorrow in my blood,
That longs to burst a frozen bud
And flood a fresher throat with song
A Red, Red Rose
By Robert Burns
O, my luves like a red, red rose,
Thats newly sprung in June
O, my luves like the melodie
Thats sweetly played in tune.
"salmon"
By Jessie Jones
Salmon dont live in pools
They like it cool
They live in the ocean
And are always in motion
"water"
By Jessie Jones
Water is good for you
It makes you feel good to
It is good from the bottle or well
Man, water is swell!
Quintet- a quintet is a five line stanza.
"A running man"
By unknown
A man
passes running
on the bridge ... not noticing
a lot of swings he has left
up down
"A rain"
By unknown
A rain
soaks my heart
Once I put on rainwear
I have no more wet nor sadness
I walk
"I will"
By unknown
I will
do it for you
bear what I couldnt bear
for a bright future of yours
with love
"Yes"
By Jessie Jones
I say
Yes for our peace
for our happiness and
to keep our good circumstances
Thats all
"You are leaving"
By Jessie Jones
you said
you love me but
now you are leaving me
without saying good-bye...no call
no mail
Sestet- a sestet is a six line stanza
Sestina dInverno
By Anthony Hecht
Here in this bleak city of Rochester,
Where there are twenty-seven words for snow,
Not all of them polite, the wayward mind
Basks in some Yucatan of its own making,
Some coppery, sleek lagoon, or cinnamon island
Alive with lemon tints and burnished natives,
Lo ferm voler
By Arnaut Daniel
But when I am reminded of that chamber
Where I know, to my sorrow, that no man enters
And which is guarded more than by brother or uncle,
My entire body trembles, even to my fingernail,
As does a child before a rod,
Such fear I have of not being hers with all my soul.
"Turning Leaves"
By unknown
I see the forest sparkle in the sunshine
As my passing tosses the leaves
In my path, a lonely road
I started on the road in a fit of grief
Somehow I was hoping to find
Myself, but all I found was myself alone
Septet-a septet is a seven line stanza
"Little Boy"
By unknown
A small boy
Clutched his teddy bear
As he toddled off to bed,
Wanting it to keep him company
In the darkness of the night.
He peacefully slept
Through the night.
"Child"
By Jan Hagg
The childs frozen soul stood mute,
clinging tight to the silence,
arms clutched behind her body,
her head like a broken lute.
Tongue-tied, ashamed of her fright,
articulation had not
been taught her. Yet she could write
"Flower"
By Percy Bysshe Shelly
The flower that smiles today
Tomorrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies
What is this worlds delight?
Lightening that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.
Octave- an octave is an eight line stanza.
"Sorrow"
By Jan Hagg
Confusion rides my every thought.
I twist in the night, I reel in the way.
I would howl from the cliffs, wring the sky wrought
with lightning, hurl my rage, and say
unimaginable sorrows, hard fought,
scrubbed, rinsed, dug up and buried decay.
And yet the light still shines on the yacht
of each new voyage launched each new day.
"Beauty"
By Jan Hagg
Do all man-made beauties contain
a heart of evil, built over
pain, capturing glories of natures wealth
for private gain, approvals lure,
dazzling the heart of love to remain
ensnarled by outer show, impure
foundations returned by charitys stealth,
saying to the others of earth, Endure?
"Black"
By Jan Hagg
The pattern of mornings black
silence, of emptiness, rain
is ripped by the alarm of greed, of lack.
With more respect for gain,
and a very backhanded knack
for security in vain.
Please get rid of your protected stack,
so we can ignore your pain.
Heroic Couplet- the heroic couplet consists of two successive rhyming verses that contain a complete thought within the two lines.
On a Sea-Storm Nigh the Coast
By Richard Steere
Wave after wave in hills each other crowds,
As if the deeps resolved to storm the clouds.
"China"
By Henry Adams
By storm of weakling stars, that he at dawn
Will wither with one ruthless glance away.
"Nemesis"
By Henry Adams
With a few tamarisks upon a mound
Her epigraph upon the desert scrawls.
"Day and night"
By Jessie Jones
Day is cool
But I like night.
"supper and dinner"
By Jessie Jones
Some people call it dinner
But I call it supper.
Terza Rima- terza rima is a three line stanza form with an interlaced or interwoven rhyme scheme.
"Frog"
By unknown
have ideas about the sea,
foreign swamps and bayous,
my own puddle makes me happy . . .
Ode to the West Wind
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumns being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
"Fall"
By unknown
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
"frog"
By Jessie Jones
I am a yellow dog
who would rather be
a toad. Too many frogs
"Love"
By Jessie Jones
I am in love with you
You are in love with me
We are both in love.
Limerick- a limerick is a five line nonsense poem with an anapestic meter. The first, second, and fifth lines have three stresses and the third and fourth lines have two stresses.
"Baby Boy"
By unknown
To the parents whose bundle of joy
Caused elation that's not at all coy
We all give a cheer
And toast you right here
As you welcome your new little boy.
"Places"
By unknown
As I gazed across the golden sands.
Overlooking the promised lands.
A ship passed through.
Destination Timbuktu.
Working on deck were all hands.
"baby Girl"
By unknown
She's a beauty and surely a pearl
Your new bundle of love all a-curl.
We send our congrats
And take off our hats
To the folks with their new baby girl!
Ballad stanza- the ballad stanza consists of four lines with a rhyme scheme of a~b~c~b. the 1st and rd lines are tetrameter and the nd and 4th are trimeter.
"She wanted"
By W.J. Yeats
She wanted to save her life or death
for a special occasion like love.
She walked in the wind away from the heart
watching the sun above,
Rime Royal- rime royal is a stanza consisting of even lines in iambic pentameter rhyming a~b~a~b~b~c~c.
"Spring Night"
By Jan Hagg
I slept so heavy in the dark spring night
as if Id gone back to the earth to be renewed
like compost shreds from dinners rare delight.
I slept, I sweated, I alone imbued
the night with dreams as black as moss bedewed
with rain and jewels, phantom figments of curled
darkness budding green light that slowly swirled.
Ottava Rima- ottava rima consists of eight iambic pentameter lines with a rhyme scheme of a~b~a~b~a~b~c~c.
"untitled"
By Jan Hagg
I woke into the mornings pure white light,
a desert sun, a moonbeams silver glow.
It was as if the sun could show at night,
all with the moons consent and stars to tow,
along a dancing, shimmering, strange sight
that night was day and day was night, a row
of infinite illuminated in-
crements of time to which my love was kin.
Spensarian Stanza- the spensarian stanza is a nine line stanza consisting of eight iambic pentameter lines followed by an alexandrine,a line of iambic hexameter. The rhyme scheme is a~b~a~b~b~c~b~c~c.
"Flowers"
By Jan Hagg
Pigmented dark, the chlorophyll rises
wayward in spring to tree tops and flower leaves,
veridian green, causing veridic crises.
The naked branches, used to winters freeze,
must cloth themselves in blossoms though it grieves
them to hide their sturdy brown limbs, their high twigs.
They wait in shame for autumns golden sheaves,
dancing beneath their gowns of green to gigs
created by their unwanted, leafy, musical wigs.
English Sonnet- an English sonnet is a fourteen line stanza form consisting of iambic pentameter lines.
"English Sonnet"
By Jan Hagg
When memories begin to rise from my
sonambulant and sleepy brain, twilight
clears clouds that seem to gather to defy
the sun, the warmth, the life, the dance, the bright
blue beauty of a dying summers lore.
When stars begin to wink new fears rise up
always new fears. Does God want terror more
or humans pitiful love in a cup
with golden etchings commemorating
the memorable few times when Gods kind smile
outweighed his wrath? Is God mean and blaming
small, frightened and as full of fear, nay vile
as creatures born of his loneliness, born
in his image, born cringing, forlorn.
Italian Sonnet- the Italian sonnet is a fourteen line stanza form consisting of an octave and a sestet.
"Italian Sonnet"
By Jan Hagg
I miss the walk to the sea, the grassland,
the small dam. I miss three or four lilies,
white and vulnerable, marsh bred, like trees.
I miss the picnic on peas, yellow, bland,
with olive oil, onion, dill, mixed by hand.
I miss the roads curve, the skys soaring breeze,
straining for the sound of the surf, the lees
smell, the surprise of the sun on the sand.
I miss all this, but I dont miss thee,
not the small hurts nor the great betrayals,
the spiraling shroud of your proud disdain,
nor the supreme vision you gave to me.
The vast pleasure of mornings peace assails
springs world with the breaking blossoms wild reign.
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