Poetry Review
What kind of poem is this? Sitting on a branch floating slowly downriver a cricket, singing.
What kind of poem is this? New life begins to spring to life in spring Green shoots appear in the April showers Birds migrate back home and rest tired wings Summer brings green fields full of bright flowers Paddling pools and ice creams all around The sun shines fiercely with all its powers
What kind of poem is this? Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
What kind of poem is this? There was an old man with a beard Who said, “It is just as I feared, Two owls and a hen A lark and a wren Have all built their nests in my beard!”
What kind of poem is this? getting old sitting on my rocker waiting for mail a package from Amazon with my first fast elder walker with seat they say that this fast elder walker with seat could last up to ten years to the day I do pray that this walker is not my last and that it and I don’t go too fast
What kind of poem is this? From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s 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, Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee
The repetition of the initial sound of words Alliteration The repetition of the initial sound of words
The repetition of vowel sounds Assonance The repetition of vowel sounds
The repetition of consonant sounds Consonance The repetition of consonant sounds
Overstatement of exaggeration Hyperbole Overstatement of exaggeration
Metaphor An implied comparison
Giving human characteristics to something not human Personification Giving human characteristics to something not human
Words that sound like they mean Onomatopoeia Words that sound like they mean
A comparison using like or as Simile A comparison using like or as
Iambic U /
Trochaic / u
Anapestic U U /
Dactylic / U U
Spondaic / /
Dimeter Two foot line
Monometer One foot line
Trimeter Three foot line
Tetrameter Four foot line
Pentameter Five foot line
Hexameter Six foot line
Couplet Two line Stanza
Tercet Three line stanza
Quatrain Four line stanza
Sestet Six line stanza
Octave Eight line stanza
Three line unrhymed poem; 5/7/5 syllables Haiku Three line unrhymed poem; 5/7/5 syllables
Mainly about shepherds and rustic life Pastoral Mainly about shepherds and rustic life
A poem written in tercets; ABA BCB rhyme scheme Terza Rima A poem written in tercets; ABA BCB rhyme scheme
A five line poem; Usually silly; AABBA rhyme scheme Limerick A five line poem; Usually silly; AABBA rhyme scheme
A long narrative poem, usually about a hero and his accomplishments Epic A long narrative poem, usually about a hero and his accomplishments
14 lines, iambic pentameter, ABBAABBACDECDE Italian Sonnet 14 lines, iambic pentameter, ABBAABBACDECDE
14 lines, iambic pentameter, ABABCDCDEFEFGG English Sonnet 14 lines, iambic pentameter, ABABCDCDEFEFGG
What kind of poem?
Perfection is an ideal Which to me simply doesn't appeal. We all have our quirks But hey, whatever works. They make us more interesting I feel.
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain; When I behold upon the night's starred face Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love! -then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think, Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
Cherry blossoms bloom, softly falling from the tree, explode into night.
Copy the following onto your own paper and scan the following lines Picture yourself in a boat on a river with Double, double, toil and trouble; Amazing grace how sweet the sound
/ U U / U U / U U / U U Picture yourself in a boat on a river with
/ U / U / U / U Double, double, toil and trouble;
U / U / U / U / Amazing grace how sweet the sound
u u / u u / u u / u u / Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green.
The warm wind wafted across the window. The old floor creaked as we walked across the room. The moon was a misty shadow. I’m so hungry I could eat a horse. It was so cold her car laughed at her when she tried to start it. She is as pretty as a picture. The truck’s brakes screeched in the distance. His eyes sparkled like a diamond. She hit the ball hard enough to fly all the way to Pittsburgh.
Examples of Consonance He struck some good luck. Think tank Touch the peach on the beach. The big frog was on a log.
Examples of Assonance There was a rock in a box that was locked. The cat came back to attack the man. A white owl was flying high in the night.