PRESENTATION OUTLINE
Narrative
A poem about anything usually telling a story
Raven
Earth can't possibly be the ONLY
Celestial body on which life exists.
With the infinite number of stars out there
It make the odds overwhelmingly
In favour of life somewhere else in the cosmos.
They might exist in a different form,
A form that we would find strange.
We would be aliens to them as well.
Sadly, I wont live long enough
To witness this momentous meeting
When it finally occursi
Rhythm of the heart
We try our best to maintain good rhythm
But at times life gets in the way
The every day challenges of modern living
The demands we face each day
The greatest reward we receive in the end
Is happiness and true contentment
At peace with the world and all things pure
Not harbouring any resentment
The ultimate aspiration of every human
Is a journey free from hassle
Filled with many accomplishments
Where your home is really your castle
Rhythm is an extremely important part
Of contentment and a happy life
Good rhythm lends us a sense of well being
A journey free from strife
© Jack Ellison 2014
Free verse
No regular meter or rhyme scheme
CASSANDRA' S MISTAKE ?
A
god of
poetry,
yet she turned him
down
so,
maybe
Apollo's
free verse would not
rhyme !
To Rhyme Or Not To Rhyme
An ad for fancy sports shoes
tells the world to
"Just do it! "
Dash off lines of rhyme or
free verse, haiku or
limerick
Whatever suits your mood
of the moment will do
the trick
Bill Shakespeare of yore
nasally intoned,
"As you like it."
Sonnet
Lyric poems that are 14 lines that usually have one or more conventional rhyme schemes.
Into My Own
by Robert Frost
ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day 5
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track 10
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew—
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
Moonlight Sonnet
A song masterfully crafted, by a man hard of hearing:
able to sooth any man or woman's ear.
Beethoven could barely hear, the crowd's crying and cheering
Still the beauty of his works, would not disappear.
Moonlight Sonata outlives, even it's composer's death
Like Moonlight; the Sonata shines upon the world.
Tis so human, it can rob one, of one's breath
for to describe its beauty, man possesses no word.
But always must I remove, my spirits from aloft,
When I hear the end-silence, of the sonata I adore:
Never again, will a song like a kiss be soft.
For the composer who had such power, composes no more.
I remain grateful, though I will never hear the moonlight, played in a great hall
For I would be worse off, if I had never, heard it at all.
Lyric
A poem that expresses the thoughts and feelings of the poet.
Feed the dog
Some where in the distance
Dog barks in vain
Reminder to a master
slept past alarm again.
He put his head to pillow
long after sun had set
Drowning out his sorrows
in whiskey, smoke regrets.
sadness, it will linger,
Long after dog is fed.
His women's left him.
Lonely.
How his heart has bled
Bitter are the memories
Just before the fall
Blue are the horizons
Hopes to hear her call.
She left him for another,
he got to keep the dog
He's a loyal companion
but he doesn't do the job.
The master cannot hear him
Barking all night long
deafened by the pounding
broken heart so strong.
Around the corner
Tonight is winding down
Someone better warn her
Tomorrow she'll be mine
It's just around the corner
It was another Friday night
Time to be the Weekend Man
I walked around the corner
And I saw my Promise Land
Oh my, your alluring glance
Girl.. My eyes are on you
They're suggesting romance
And telling me what to do
I smile and say let's dance
You agree, this feels so right
Fate was around the corner
On this perfect moonlit night
It was another Friday night
Time to be the Weekend Man
I walked around the corner
And I saw my Promise Land
Tonight is winding down
Someone better warn her
Tomorrow she'll be mine
It's just around the corner
Diamanté
The purpose is to go from the subject at the top of the diamond to another totally different (and sometimes opposite) subject at the bottom. A seven line poem, shaped like a diamond.
West is the best
California
Sunny, warm
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
Cold, blistery
New York City
Each Star
Diamonds
Precious, Polished
Sparkling, Shinning, Illuminating
Adamant, Energy, Solid, Metamorphosis
Consisting, Glowing, Smouldering
Burnt, Crisp
Coals
Definition of: Cinquain
The modern cinquain is based on a word count of words of a certain type.
Line 1 has one word (the title).
Line 2 has two words that describe the title.
Line 3 has three words that tell the action.
Line 4 has four words that express the feeling
Line 5 has one word which recalls the title.
The traditional cinquain is based on a syllable count. Twenty-Two syllables in the following pattern (2-4-6-8-2) The traditional cinquain is based on a syllable count. It has five lines, and often, one word in the first line, two words in the second line etc.
line 1 - 2 syllables
line 2 - 4 syllables
line 3 - 6 syllables
line 4 - 8 syllables
line 5 - 2 syllables
The traditional cinquain is based on a syllable count. line 1 - 2 syllables line 2 - 4 syllables line 3 - 6 syllables line 4 - 8 syllables line 5 - 2 syllables The modern cinquain is based on a word count of words of a certain type. line 1 - one word (noun) a title or name of the subject line 2 - two words (adjectives) describing the title line 3 - three words (verbs) describing an action related to the title line 4 - four words describing a feeling about the title, a complete sentence line 5 - one word referring back to the title of the poem
There are more variations of the Cinquain form.
A Threat
Stormclouds,
casting shadows
over weary soldiers,
threaten to cry heavy buckets
of tears.
Poetry © Copyright Suzanne Honour 2002-2003
Guilty
or not guilty
past convictions frustrate
the judge who wonders should your fate
abate.
Leo McGarry
Haiku
Japanese poem with 3 lines 1 with 5 syllables 1 with 7 and another with 5 in that order
StarShips
Starships pass me by
Tomorrow I will say good bye
That day I will die
By Caleb Browder
Next Sunday
Super Bowl Sunday
brother playing his brother
sibling rivalry
Acrostic
A poem, usually in verse, in which the first or the last letters of the lines, or certain other letters, taken in order, form a name, word, phrase, or motto.
Elizabeth it is in vain you say
"Love not" — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
In vain those words from thee or L.E.L.
Zantippe's talents had enforced so well:
Ah! if that language from thy heart arise,
Breath it less gently forth — and veil thine eyes.
Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried
To cure his love — was cured of all beside —
His follie — pride — and passion — for he died.
Zombies
Zeal uncontained, needing quarantine
Oscillating rigor mortis, feigned or real
Madness, the only description saleable
Both for actors and non actors alike
Invested in the runaway train consumers
Enjoy at the expense of real tragedy
Shuttered from public view, until it's not
A limerick is a five-line, often humorous and ribald poem with a strict meter. Lines 1, 2, and 5 of have seven to ten syllables (three metrical feet) and rhyme with one another. Lines 3 and 4 have five to seven (two metrical feet) syllables and also rhyme with each other. The rhyme scheme is usually "A-A-B-B-A".
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
Silly woman
There was a silly woman from Detroit
Who at everything was adroit
She couldn't ev'n boil an egg
She just kept them in a keg
And then she threw them like a quoit.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Quartain
A stanza or poem consisting of four lines. In the basic form, Lines 2 and 4 must rhyme while having a similar number of syllables.
The wind doth blow today, my love
And a few small drops of rain;
I never had but one true-love
In cold grave she was lain.
Awaiting Halloween
My front door, the color of pumpkins
As a skeleton adorns the screen door
Jack-o-lanterns plenty about the porch
And spider webs exist upon the floor
Owl sits on the deformed tree in the yard
Filled with many spooky eyes in the holes
A scarecrow stands guarding my open gate
Cats, all black, run around looking for moles
A witch laughing sits in a dark corner
Moving to the sound of a passerby
We wait for the first sign of fearful kids
On Halloween night, I love it, no lie
Russell Sivey
ANNABEL LEE
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1849)
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;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Ballad
A story in a song, usually a narrative song or poem. Any form of story may be told as a ballad (not to be confused with a ballade), ranging from accounts of historical events to fairy tales in verse form. It is usually with foreshortened alternating four- and three-stress lines ('ballad meter') and simple repeating rhymes, and often with a refrain.
A popular kind of narrative poem, adapted for recitation or singing; esp., a sentimental or romantic poem in short stanzas.
