POETRY It’s rhyme time!

POETRY VOCABULARY Narrative Poem Stanza Ode / Epic Poem Repetition Alliteration Onomatopoeia Simile Metaphor Personification Free Verse Sonnet

RHYME Rhyme is used in many poems. Using words that sound alike makes poetry fun to read and write. Examples: drink & stink world & hurled

Repetition Repetition is used to make an impact on the poem’s tone. Words or phrases are repeated throughout the poem. Here comes summer, Chirping robin, budding rose. Gentle showers, summer clothes. By Shel Silverstein

Alliteration Alliteration uses the same beginning word sounds over and over, like a tongue twister. My beautiful bubbles burst and then, I simply blow some more again. The setting sun slipped slowly down, Making room for the milky moon.

Simile and Metaphor Similes are comparisons that use “like” or “as.” Her eyes are as green as emeralds. Clouds soft and fluffy like marshmallows. Metaphors are comparisons that say one thing is another. My father’s anger is a volcano about to blow.

Onomatopoeia Onomatopoeia is the use of words that imitate sounds. Wham! Splat! Pow! I am in trouble now!

Personification Giving human-like qualities to something non-human The wind whispered through the dry grass

Free Verse Free verse is poetry that has neither a particular beat or rhyme pattern. It usually does have rhythm, however.

Stanza A group of lines forming the basic recurring metrical unit in a poem. (2 stanzas of four lines each) I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love; but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.[5] set of lines within a poem

Sonnet A poem of fourteen lines using any number of rhyming schemes 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. William Shakespeare

Narrative Poem / Ode / Epic Poem Narrative Poem: A poem that tells a story Ode: A lyric poem or musical poem Epic Poem: A long poem that tells a story of a great hero