Poetry Part II
Ode An Ode to Christmas When you see lovely lightsOf greens, reds, and whitesYou know it is Christmas TimeWhen snow falls down from the skies Soft and thick it liesYou know it is Christmas TimeWhen you hear Christmas jinglesAnd your skin begins to tingleYou know it is Christmas TimeAn Ode for the scent of pineAn Ode to the dainty decorations that are so divineAn Ode to Christmas Time
Ode • Noun • A poem meant to be sung. Generally addresses one subject.
BALLAD The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal. He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and he was willin' to make a deal. When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot. And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what: "I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too. "And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you. "Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due: "I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you.“ The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin, "But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been." Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard. 'Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards. And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold. But if you lose, the devil gets your soul. The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show." And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow. And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss. Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this. When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son. "But sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done.“ The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat. He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet. Johnny said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again. "cause I told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best there's ever been."
Ballad • Noun • A poem or song narrating a story in short stanzas
Epic • The Iliad- over 15,000 lines • Gilgamesh – over 12,000 lines
Epic • Noun • A long poem, typically one derived from ancient oral tradition, narrating the deeds and adventures of heroic or legendary figures or the history of a nation • (Adjective)- Impressive
Sonnet Escape From The Sad Heart By Paul McCann Sad heart please disguiseFor I cannot hidehow I feel insideTears behind my eyesMy sad heart’s capsizedShipwrecked by the tide.My thoughts start to slideInto a sunriseIt’s there I escapeLike a bird in flightThere I feel the shapeof ships in the night On a lost landscapefar away from sight
Sonnet • Noun • A poem of fourteen lines using with a fixed rhyme scheme [In English, they typically have ten syllables per line]
Couplet Silly SallyWhen Silly Sally irons her clothes, they come out looking awful.She did not read the label and her iron was meant for waffles.by Denise Rodgers
Couplet • Noun • a pair (2) of lines with rhyming end words
Haiku • haikus are easybut sometimes they don't make senserefrigerator • Kitty likes plastic Confuses for litter box Don't leave tarp around • Evil yarn near masters feet Danger I must save her Attack AttackAttack
Haiku • Noun • A Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines: 1st line is five syllables, 2nd line is seven syllables, and the 3rd line is five syllables; traditionally discuss nature I walk across sand (5) And find myself blistering (7) In the hot, hot heat (5)
Cinquain Mules Stubborn, unmoving Braying, kicking, resisting Not wanting to listen People
Cinquain • Noun • A five line poetic form with different structures (EX. 1 noun, 2 adjectives, 3 actions, 4 feeling words, then 1 noun that is the same as top noun) Mules (NOUN) Stubborn, unmoving (ADJECTIVES) Braying, kicking, resisting (ACTIONS) Not wanting to listen (FEELING WORDS) People (SYNONYM of LINE 1)
Free Verse Fog by Carl Sandburg The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Free Verse • Noun • Poetry that does not rhyme or have a regular meter
Narrative Poetry See You Next Year (for Donna Leombruno) Thanksgiving is in the tears that burst like ripe grapes. Proclaiming, see you next year, we wave, begin to panic. With these tears, the further we go the tighter we are entwined. We hold onto each others image, hold each other way-deep as the bus pulls us apart, stretching our gratitude for miles. -Judith Pordon
Narrative Poetry • Noun • poetry that tells a story or has a plot
Lyric Poetry Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry upLike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore--And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over--like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load.
Lyric Poetry • Noun • Personal, reflective poetry that reveals the speaker's thoughts and feelings about the subject.