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Fun With Poetry!

Fun With Poetry!. Literal Language. Everyday writing and talking that says exactly what you mean. The car is red. It is cold. I am hungry. See John run. Poetry Vocabulary.

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Fun With Poetry!

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  1. Fun With Poetry!

  2. Literal Language • Everyday writing and talking that says exactly what you mean. • The car is red. • It is cold. • I am hungry. • See John run.

  3. Poetry Vocabulary • FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE: A form of language use in which writers and speakers mean something other than the literal meaning of their words. • Simile, Metaphor, Hyperbole, Personification

  4. Simile: • A comparison of 2 UNLIKE things using “like” or “as” • The sun sat in the sky like a dandelion in a pool of water.

  5. Metaphor: • A comparison of 2 UNLIKE things without the words “like” or “as” • The sun was a dandelion in a pool of water.

  6. Simile or Metaphor? • I eat cheese like a mouse. • simile • He was an angry tiger ready to pounce. • Metaphor • Her smile was as bright as the sun. • Simile • He went fishing and liked being out on the lake. • Neither

  7. Hyperbole: • An exaggeration of the truth. • He had the strength of 1000 men.

  8. Personification: • Giving HUMAN qualities to something that is NON-HUMAN • The daisies danced in the wind. • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7BTHU6qjDg

  9. Poetry Vocabulary • Imagery: words that use any one of the 5 senses to paint a picture for the reader. • Visual:twisted, tan, wrinkled • Auditory:thunder cracked, rumble • Smell:sweet, perfumed, putrid • Taste:bitter, salty, sour • Touch:smooth, rough, wet, sandy, slimy

  10. Poetry Vocabulary • Alliteration: repetition of the first sound of a word. • The slimy snake slithered slowly one the ground.

  11. Poetry Vocabulary • Onomatopoeia: words that imitate a sound • Bang, swoosh, crackle, oink, hissed.

  12. Poetry Vocabulary • Rhyme: Multiple words having the same sound. • Internal Rhyme, End Rhyme, Rhyme Scheme • Cat & Hat • Dog & Log • Jackie & Wacky

  13. Internal Rhyme • Rhyme that occurs within the line of poetry. the cat in the hat went to bed, as the girl found the pearl in the oyster.

  14. End Rhyme • Rhyme that occurs at the end of a line of poetry “it was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;”

  15. Rhyme Scheme: • The pattern that the end Rhymes follow (we use different letters of the alphabet to label the different rhymes, but use the same letter to label all the rhymes that sound the same) “It was many and many a year ago, (a) In a kingdom by the sea (b) That a maiden there lived whom you may know (a) By the name of Annabel Lee;” (b)

  16. The Cat & The Fiddle Hey diddle, Diddle,The cat and the fiddle,The cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laughed To see such sport,And the dish ran away with the spoon. • By Mother Goose

  17. Once By The Pacific- Robert Frost 1The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before. 5The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent; 10It looked as if a night of dark intentWas coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last 'Put out the Light' was spoken.

  18. Whose woods these are I think I know. • His house is in the village though; • He will not see me stopping here • To watch his woods fill up with snow. • My little horse must think it queer • To stop without a farmhouse near • Between the woods and frozen lake • The darkest evening of the year. • He gives his harness bells a shake • To ask if there is some mistake. • The only other sound's the sweep • Of easy wind and downy flake. • The woods are lovely, dark and deep. • But I have promises to keep, • And miles to go before I sleep, • And miles to go before I sleep.

  19. Meter: • The length of a line of poetry measured by syllables (stressed and unstressed) • The cat in the hat (5 syllables)

  20. Types of Meter: Iambic: and unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable (foot) In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But'tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who in despite of view is pleased to dotesonnet 141 shakespeare

  21. Meter and Rhythm Combined • Iambic Pentameter: a line the is written using only iambs and uses 5 feet per line. • In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, • For they in thee a thousand errors note; • But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise, • Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;

  22. Iambic Tetrameter: a line the is written using only iambs and uses 4 feet per line. Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. Meter and Rhythm Combined

  23. One Inch Tall- Shel Silverstein • If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.A crumb of cake would be a feastAnd last you seven days at least,A flea would be a frightening beastIf you were one inch tall.If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,And it would take about a month to get down to the store.A bit of fluff would be your bed,You'd swing upon a spider's thread,And wear a thimble on your headIf you were one inch tall.You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.You'd run from people's feet in fright,To move a pen would take all night,(This poem took fourteen years to write--'Cause I'm just one inch tall).

  24. Television • The most important thing we've learned,So far as children are concerned,Is never, NEVER, NEVER letThem near your television set --Or better still, just don't installThe idiotic thing at all.In almost every house we've been,We've watched them gaping at the screen.They loll and slop and lounge about,And stare until their eyes pop out.(Last week in someone's place we sawA dozen eyeballs on the floor.)They sit and stare and stare and sitUntil they're hypnotised by it,Until they're absolutely drunkWith all that shocking ghastly junk.Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,They don't climb out the window sill,They never fight or kick or punch,They leave you free to cook the lunchAnd wash the dishes in the sink --But did you ever stop to think,To wonder just exactly whatThis does to your beloved tot?IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLINDHE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTANDA FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!

  25. HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,'But if we take the set away,What shall we do to entertainOur darling children? Please explain!'We'll answer this by asking you,'What used the darling ones to do?'How used they keep themselves contentedBefore this monster was invented?'Have you forgotten? Don't you know?We'll say it very loud and slow:THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,AND READ and READ, and then proceedTo READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!One half their lives was reading books!The nursery shelves held books galore!Books cluttered up the nursery floor!And in the bedroom, by the bed,More books were waiting to be read!Such wondrous, fine, fantastic talesOf dragons, gypsies, queens, and whalesAnd treasure isles, and distant shoresWhere smugglers rowed with muffled oars,And pirates wearing purple pants,And sailing ships and elephants,And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,Stirring away at something hot.(It smells so good, what can it be?Good gracious, it's Penelope.)The younger ones had Beatrix PotterWith Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-

  26. Just How The Camel Got His Hump,And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole-Oh, books, what books they used to know,Those children living long ago!So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,Go throw your TV set away,And in its place you can installA lovely bookshelf on the wall.Then fill the shelves with lots of books,Ignoring all the dirty looks,The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,And children hitting you with sticks-Fear not, because we promise youThat, in about a week or twoOf having nothing else to do,They'll now begin to feel the needOf having something to read.And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!You watch the slowly growing joyThat fills their hearts. They'll grow so keenThey'll wonder what they'd ever seenIn that ridiculous machine,That nauseating, foul, unclean,Repulsive television screen!And later, each and every kidWill love you more for what you did. Roald Dahl

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