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Poetry

Poetry. What do I know?. Characteristics. Type of language used to convey an emotion to someone or to create an emotion in them Often very ambiguous Often contain elements such as simile, metaphor, personification, alliteration, onomatopoeia and hyperbole

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Poetry

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  1. Poetry

  2. What do I know?

  3. Characteristics • Type of language used to convey an emotion to someone or to create an emotion in them • Often very ambiguous • Often contain elements such as simile, metaphor, personification, alliteration, onomatopoeia and hyperbole • Often contains a rhythm, beat, and rhyme

  4. Acrostic poetry • Poem where a word or phrase is written down a page, 1 letter per line. • Each word starts another word or phrase that relates to the main word or phrase. • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bp4Y43oetWs

  5. Famil Guy Acrostic Poem • Robert Loggia • Oh my God it’s Robert Loggia • By God, it’s Robert Loggia • Everybody loves Robert Loggia • Robert Loggia • Tim looks over there, it’s Robert Loggia • Look! It’s Robert Loggia • O • S • H • A

  6. Alice Pleasance Liddell A boat, beneath a sunny skyLingering onward dreamilyIn an evening of July -Children three that nestle near,Eager eye and willing ear,Pleased a simple tale to hear -Long has paled that sunny sky:Echoes fade and memories die:Autumn frosts have slain July.Still she haunts me, phantomwise,Alice moving under skiesNever seen by waking eyes.Children yet, the tale to hear,Eager eye and willing ear,Lovingly shall nestle near.In a Wonderland they lie,Dreaming as the days go by,Dreaming as the summers die:Ever drifting down the stream -Lingering in the golden gleam -Life, what is it but a dream?

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