The Letter “T”: Title and Theme Poetry takes T.i.M.E The Letter “T”: Title and Theme

Poetry is someone saying something to someone else The first “someone” is the speaker, or the poet/writer of the poem The second “someone” is the audience

Unfolding Bud By: Naoshi Koriyama One is amazed By a water-lily bud Unfolding With each passing day, Taking on a richer color And new dimensions. One is not amazed At first glance, By a poem, Which is as tight-closed As a tiny bud. Yet one is surprised To see the poem Gradually unfolding, Revealing its rich inner self, As one reads it Again And over again.

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 frog To tell one's name the livelong day To an admiring bog!

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.

The Letter “I”: Imagery Poetry takes T.i.M.E The Letter “I”: Imagery

Sensory Imagery Figurative Imagery Poets use words to create pictures and emotions in the minds of readers Sensory Imagery Words that appeal to one of the five senses (sight, hearing, taste, touch, or smell) Figurative Imagery Enhancing words and phrases to create an image in the readers mind Similes, metaphors, personification, hyperbole, etc.

Types of Figurative imagery Simile – a comparison between two things using the words “like” or “as” The thunder roared like a bear Metaphor – a comparison between two things without using “like” or “as” Raindrops the size of dimes hit my face The clouds were fluffy ships floating through the sky Personification – giving human characteristics to non-human things The dog smiled when he saw the treat The darkness of the basement stared into me

Figurative Imagery - HYPERBOLE

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.

Figurative imagery - allusion