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    • POETRY
    • POETRY DEVICES1
    • POETIC DEVICES DEFINITIONS1. speaker- the one who speaks Fresh Prince of Bell Air2. diction - the way you enunciate a word Twang- George Strait3. imagery - an image that gives you a clue of what the poem isabout- Cry me a River4. allusion - a way to say something without using the actual word-  5. simile- comparison using like or as. Smile   6. personification - something not human portrayed as human  Tor-nado7. metaphor - comparison - not using like or as - Just Give Me A Rea-son2
    • 8. refrain - repeated phrase - Single Ladies9. symbol - something that stands for something else-10. stanza -like a paragraph, but for poems11. alliteration-the commencement of two or more words of a wordgroup with the same letter Rockin’ Robin- Jackson 512. onomatopoeia- what sound you think of when you hear a word-SO SO LONG DIRKS BENTLY13. enjambment - the continuation from one line of verse into thenext line without a pause. look at me now3
    • 4Poetic Devices in songs
    • Black out poetry is a form ofnewspaper poetry that blacksout all the extra words leavingonly your poem.BLACKOUT2
    • A haiku is a poem in 3 lines5 syllables7 syllables5 syllablesHAIKU3
    • TwitterTwitter goes the birdThe morning sun shines brightlyAs the hunter shoots7
    • Iamaper-fectionist, and a realist.I wonder where my life is going.I hear music.I see nothing that isn’t there.I want opportunities.I am a perfectionist and a realist.I pretend like I have everything under control.I feel weighed down.I touch nothing.I worry about everything.I cry more in books than in real life.I48
    • I am a perfectionist and a realist.I understand why people cuss all the time.I say God gives his toughest battles to his tough-est soldiers.I dream about leaving Iowa.I try to live up to expectations.I hope I never have to write poetry ever again.I am a perfectionist and a realist.9
    • A poem of fourteen lines using any of a number of for-mal rhyme schemes, in English typically having ten syl-lables per line. Looks like a square.SONNETS5
    • 11I dropped a quarter in the slot and pressed A-42,the bass line started hummin from afar,the guy behind the counter mixed me up another brew,I saw my teardrops splashin on the bar. The pain was like a bullwhip - just one year ago todaymy little Dolly lost her gallant fight,the angels came a callin and they took my girl awayand still I cry most every single night. Her favorite song. I still recall her eyes aglow at meeach time I hummed that sentimental tune,Id put my arms around her neck and hold her tenderly,but then she went and left me way too soon. The images flashed through my mind of just a year before,it broke my heart to lay her in the ground,we had three happy years but there would never be no more,I hung my head and howled just like a hound. The song upon the jukebox ended, everything was still,that bar-room was as quiet as a mouse,the barman looked at me and said: "Ole Buddy, drink your fill,and everything tonight is on the house." A cowboy brought a bottle over, stood there by my side,he said: "Heres to your grief, I see its bad,"I blinked through tears "One year ago today, my Dolly died -the best dang horse a cowboy ever had!"
    • 12ItalianEnglishcalled Shakespeariancomposed of 8 lines; octetcalled Petrarchanoctaveabba, abbacomposed of quatrains end-ing in a coupletsestetsonnetsiambic pentameter
    • MY SONNETThe first three were hard-core fighting marvelsThe last was a giant disappointmentThe middle few were fillers passing timelove the characters that showed such passionJust to make me cry and scream in the endFor her to save the world was the missionIt was only the superiors savedWhile the rest of the normals left to dieTo choose between the friend and the babywas the real underlying story hereWith wings to soar as high as the mountainsthey were a family under the starsRunning from who hurt them never to escapeFor years we followed them until they died13
    • VISUAL FORM OF A POEM IS RELEVANT AS WELL ASTHE WORDSCONCRETE POEMS6
    • 15TAGXEDO SUMMER POEM
    • Poems that are vertical and use the letters at the begin-ning to dictate what the poem is.ACROSTIC7
    • 17B ringing new thoughts and new ideasO ld stories are rememberedO ver time the covers fade but the words never dieK eeping the audience on their toesS tealing sleep from enchanted readers worldwide
    • Poetry that does not rhyme or have a regular meter.FREE VERSE8
    • 19I never knew how much I liked eggsThey had come out of a chickenhow could they taste goodhard boiled scrambled poached over easy on a salad in a casserolethen I tried someI’ve been eating them ever since
    • Poem that mimics another.PARODY POEM9
    • Carrie had a little scamshe used it just to borrowand everywhere that Carrie wentthe scam was sure to followIt followed her to a job interview one daywhich was very cruelit put all her flaws on displayit sure made her look a fool21
    • 30 lines of a lyric poem that is about a certain topic.ODE10
    • My heart aches, and a drowsy numbnesspainsMy sense, as though of hemlock I haddrunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to thedrainsOne minute past, and Lethe-wards hadsunk:Tis not through envy of the happy lot,But being too happy in thy happiness,–That thou, light-winged Dryad of thetrees,In some melodious plotOf beechen green, and shadows number-less,Singest of summer in full-throated ease.O for a draught of vintage, that hathbeenCooled a long age in the deep-delvedearth,Tasting of Flora and the country green,Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth!O for a beaker full of the warm South,Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,With beaded bubbles winking at thebrim,And purple-stained mouth;That I might drink, and leave the worldunseen,And with thee fade away into the forestdim:Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forgetWhat thou among the leaves hast never23