What is Poetry? Any writing that uses words for their sound and rhythm as well as their meaning. It usually emphasizes artistic elements like rhythm, rhyme, and repetition.
Rhythm The cadence or beat in a poem, made using the syllables in the words. It can be measured with meter, the pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables . Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.
Rhythm That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away,Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Rhyme The repetition of similar sounds, usually at the end of lines of poetry. • Heart, start • Wear, tear • List, mist Slant Rhyme: words that nearly rhyme (while/hill, up/step) Rhyme Scheme:pattern of rhyme
Rhyme Scheme “Dirty Clothes” by Shel Silverstein Some put 'em in a washer,Some toss 'em in a tub,Some dump 'em in a laundry truckFor someone else to scrub.Some stick 'em in a hamper,Some stuff 'em in a sack.I never worry 'bout 'em—I just keep 'em on my back
Rhyme Scheme “’Hope’ is the thing with feathers” by Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.
Repetition The repeating of words, which creates rhythm.
Repetition “O Captain! My Captain!” by Walt Whitman O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.
Alliteration The repetition of consonant sounds at the beginning of words in poetry or any writing. • Bobby broke his bat at Bart's house. • Sugar makes the sauce sweet. • The worm wiggled when we touched its wet skin. • The pots and pans were Peter's prized possessions.
Alliteration Sea Surprise The swimmers swam and searched the sea Special sea shells hid beneath the sand Children catch small creatures and set them free Screaming, splashing and skipping to the land
Onomatopoeia Words that sound like the objects they name or the sounds those objects make • Clang • Shush • Tweet • Pitter patter • Whoosh
Onomatopoeia "The Bells" by Edgar Allan Poe How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night!; To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, Hetapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; Tlottlot, tlottlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hooves, ringing clear; Tlottlot, tlottlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Imagery The use of vivid description and sensory words to communicate a specific feeling to the reader. • Sweet, slow drops of deep purple juice drip from the corners of my mouth and flow in little blueberry rivers down to my chin.
Imagery “The Way I Play Soccer” by Natasha Niemi Sweat streams down my face,And my skin turns red under the watchful eye of the sun.The sound of cleats pounding the earth is deafening As my enemies charge down the field towards me.I can sense the shooter is going to miss;All at once, the ball collides into my chest.Screams of victory roar across the field.The grass stained, game ball restsRests lovingly between my two hands.
The Sounds of Poetry Please turn to pg. 576.
Sources • http://www.mywordwizard.com/imagery-poems.html • http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171619 • http://www.brighthubeducation.com/high-school-english-lessons/49444-poems-for-teaching-meter-in-poetry/ • http://www.brighthubeducation.com/english-homework-help/48906-rhythm-in-poetry/ • http://www.brighthubeducation.com/middle-school-english-lessons/2973-alliteration-lesson-and-poetry-assignment/ • http://www.poetryfoundation.org/downloads/BHM_MiddleSchool.pdf