Elements of Poetry - conference2009

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Elements of Poetry
Alliteration
Alliteration
is putting
music into
poems.
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http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=14
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Allusion
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s
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e
k
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it h
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r
a
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l
i
is f a m
t.
n
e
v
e
r
p l a ce , o
A DREAM
Over the hills
and far away
My mind drifts
. As the cool b
reeze of
Spring flows th
rough my hair
And the sun s
hines down up
on m e.
I dream of a h
appy place.
This play is no
t rich, nor is it
full of people.
It’s a very quie
t place that on
ly a few people
Myself, my ch
reside.
ildren, the anim
als and the on
I dream of this
e I love.
rich land with
threes as tall
As the clouds,
miles and mile
s of beautiful fl
Growing on th
owers
e mountain sid
es and valleys
The birds sing
.
and the dogs b
ark.
Lord what a lo
vely place this
would be
If it were more
than
Just a Dream.
http://www.voicesnet.org/poetrydisplay.aspx?poemid=115046
Exaggeration
le
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u
E
bo
a
h
t
u
r
t
e
th
stretches
thing.
Cat and the H
at
Two kids, both
qu
And let in a str ite young, alone at home s
at
anger -- a tall
, talking cat.
The fish in his
pot cried, “he
can’t be abou
But the Cat in
t!”
the Hat just w
ould not be kic
Instead he pla
ked out.
yed “games,”
and he showe
“Things,”
d the kids
And left a hug
e mess that w
as
But the Cat th
en came back worthy of kings.
(on the very s
Cuz he alway
ame day)
s puts all of h
is playthings a
Still he left tho
way.
se
Since you kno two youngsters quite troub
led, it’s true,
w they’ll now
lie to their mo
m. Wouldn’t y
ou?
http://gottabook.blogspot.com/2007/12/oddaptation-cat-in-hat.html
Figurative Language
eate
r
c
u
o
y
when
s
i
e
g
a
langu
e
v
i
t
a
r
Figu
ct.
e
f
f
e
r
o
feeling
a
A dented spider lik
e a snow drop white
On a white Heal-all,
holding up a moth
Like a white piece
of lifeless satin clot
hSaw ever curious ey
e so strange a sight
?Portent in little, ass
orted death and blig
ht
Like the ingredients
of a witches' broth?
The beady spider,
the flower like a frot
h,
And the moth carrie
d like a paper kite.
What had that flow
er to do with being
white,
The blue prunella e
very child's delight.
What brought the ki
ndred spider to that
height?
(Make we no thesis
of the miller's pligh
t.)
What but design of
darkness and of nig
ht?
Design, design! Do
I use the word arig
ht?
Robert Frost
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-white-frost-s-early-version-of-design/
Free Verse
p o e t ry
n
e
h
w
se is
r
e
v
e
e
r
m e.
F
y
h
r
r
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or m
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out
h
t
i
w
n
e
t
t
w ri
Ice Princess
y blue
k
s
in
s
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e
c
in
r
P
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ta
s
e
it
h
w
k
r
ta
flying on a s
gold
hoping to win
isting
tw
d
n
a
g
in
ly
F
e world
h
t
o
s
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a
w
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e
cutting h
beauty
r
e
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a
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p
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migh
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in
a
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d
Thorne
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e
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s
ts
s
a
tr
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e
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s
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Idiom
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An idiom is
.
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b
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n
a
c
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a
h
t
Dusk
Evening slant-an
gle light
crisp, yet soft and
warm like the glo
w of wine,
a promise of com
passion
immersed in brea
thing amber:
a martini, jazz on
the
brushes on cymba radio,
ls behind the sax,
families getting ta
bles at the trattoria
,
the slow release
of summer night
fading in through
its curtain of light;
the comfort of wa
rm food,
the silent progres
s of
the glow of life's fu a ballgame on TV,
llness
radiating through
a spectrum of com
passion.
How I hate Amer
icans
in their rude ballis
tic ignorance
on their caffeinat
ed morning highw
ays,
but warm to their
gentle quiet acce
ptance
in the easy bars o
f mid-summer eve
ning.
Was this why Jesu
s offered wine as
sacrament?,
the elixir dissolving
brittle resentment
for spent life and
fleeting profit?
Castaways throw
n together in dusk
y calm,
survivors of the m
anic insanities of
the day
beached in plush
warmth
like sea lions haul
ed out under a C
apricorn sky.
Manuel García, Jr
.
http://www.idiom.c
om/~garcia/dusk.
html
Imagery
An imag
ery is a
poem th
your fiv
e se n s e
a t u se s
s.
Prufrock
d
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r
lf
A
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ng
The Love So
t
by T. S. Elio
u and I,
o
y
,
the sky
n
t
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s
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Le
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g
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table;
a
n
When th
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e
is
treets,
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s
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ti
r
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e
p
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a
-d
e
Lik
ertain half
c
h
g
u
o
r
th
,
Let us go
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g
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h
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The
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n
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ells
Of restless n staurants with oyster-sh
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Lyric Poem
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A sh
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thoughts
Dying
n
by Emily Dickinso
when I died;
I heard a fly buzz
d my form
The stillness roun
ess in the air
ln
til
s
e
th
e
lik
s
a
W
es of storm.
Between the heav
rung them dry,
w
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a
h
e
d
si
e
b
s
The eye
hering sure
at
g
re
e
w
s
th
a
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A nd
t, when the king
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la
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th
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F
is power.
Be witnessed in h
signed away
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ke
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m
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nable,-and then
Could make assig
a fly,
There interposed
mbling buzz,
u
st
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in
a
rt
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n
u
,
e
With blu
and me;
Between the light
d, and then
ile
fa
s
w
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in
w
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th
And then
see.
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Metaphor
A com
pariso
n betw
things
ee
n to di
fferent
BUBBLES
Bubbles
to the sky
p
u
e
is
r
s
le
know why
’t
Some bubb
n
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’t
n
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Some bubb
ne touch
o
t
s
ju
y
b
d
e
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ed
Easily miss
e make it
w
s
a
d
n
u
Silent and ro n bit by bit
tte
Being forgo eaker as it grows
dw
e
Weaker an
s, I suppos
n
e
p
p
a
h
t
a
That is wh
e condemn
w
t
a
th
s
e
n
Of all the o
r all of them
e
b
m
e
m
re
We don’t
ue to grow
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c
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Narrative Poem
N a r r a t iv
e Poem
s te l l a s
tory
SK
BEHIND THE MA
is pain
Behind this smile
f my life
o
ll
a
n
w
o
kn
e
I'v
Pain
all though
This smile hides it
side of me
There's a secret in
le know
p
o
e
p
w
fe
t
re
c
e
s
A
whole life
y
m
n
w
o
n
k
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v
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g
Somethin
e inside
th
n
o
p
u
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m
rs
a
It te
n away
ru
t
s
ju
rs
e
th
o
;
it
t
Some accep
holes
d
e
rn
u
b
d
n
a
s
e
c
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The empty sp
hurt so bad
behind this mask
secret is balls
is
th
f
o
r
a
le
c
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e
te
All I've had to s
hockey
ld
e
Any kind
fi
r,
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c
c
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s
,
ll
a
b
ll, volley
Softball, basketba
my head
And the songs in
t genres
n
re
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iff
d
t,
a
e
b
t
n
fere
They all play a dif
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Just like me
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Mood
A feeling c
reated in th
e reader us
words, phr
ing
ases, repit
ion, rhyme
aggeration
, and ex.
Mood Swings
By Burton Keeble
te,
ta
s
d
e
s
fu
n
o
c
is
th
And how in
treets,
s
e
s
e
th
e
d
o
tr
s
e
v
a
My bodiless legs h
meets,
s
s
e
n
d
a
m
y
m
d
in
Wherein my m
mate,
to
l
u
o
s
d
le
b
u
o
tr
s
u
My grievo
ts,
a
e
tr
n
e
n
e
th
;
w
o
rr
And give birth to so
bate.
a
to
s
le
b
u
o
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a
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Onomatopoeia
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a
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o
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O
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s
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s
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BOUNCING BAS
d
n
u
o
s
words
KETBALL
bounce, dribble,
bounce
stumble, thud, sto
p
bounce, bounce,
take aim
into basket drop
rebound, dribble
, bounce
jump, reaching,
stretch
smack, hit back-b
oard
thump, weeping,
retch
umpire whistles,
calls ‘foul’
coach mumbles,
players grumble
shrill blast, time-o
ut’s past
back to task, run
, rumble
http://www.voice
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Personification
e
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a
e
c
j
i
f
Personi an animal or ob
s
e
v
i
g
t
a
th
k.
l
a
t
d
n
a
l,
e
e
f
,
r
a
e
h
oo
Sun bright M
n light
g me,
in
w
o
ll
fo
is
n
o
The mo
o!
The sun is to t,
igh
The sun is br
too!
The moon is
the moon
The man on
went fishing!
did too!
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s
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th
n
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The ma
n and,
o
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th
n
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The man
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th
n
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a
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Repetition
a
e
k
li
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n
i
h
t
some
t
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p
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o
t
ans
e
m
n
o
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e.
t
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e
e
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n
e
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A rep
r
se, o
a
r
h
p
,
d
r
o
sound, w
Rain
The rain is falling all
around
It falls on field and tr
ee,
It rains on the umbre
llas here,
And on the ships at
sea.
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Rhyme
A rhyme is a gro
up of words that
have a
similar sound.
Half heart
l
Inside of my sou
A fiery delight
Burning a hole
l plight
fu
th
u
tr
s
rt
a
e
h
y
Through m
of my mind
s
e
m
ti
e
th
,
fe
li
I turn to the
tful fight
h
g
ri
h
rt
fo
e
th
f
o
res
I turn from the fi
t I've taken
These paths tha
wrong?
r
o
t
h
g
ri
y
e
th
e
B
ve maken
I'
s
n
io
is
c
e
d
e
s
e
Th
y nights
Shall torment m
the tree's
g
in
rn
u
b
,
ts
s
re
fo
I throw down the
ll to my
fa
d
n
a
g
in
d
a
le
p
ish
I tend to my self
f my mind
o
e
id
s
in
w
o
ll
a
knees
w
to the sky, I
re
ta
s
I
decieve
,
d
d
a
n
e
a
h
ts
y
h
g
m
u
p
o
u
th
ft
li
e
I
of my creativ
s
e
g
a
p
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th
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g
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Rhyme Scheme
A rhyme scheme
is a repeated patt
ern of
rhymes.
There once was
a big brown cat
That liked to eat
a lot of mice.
He got all round
and fat
Because they ta
sted so nice.
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Rhythm
Rhythm is mu
sic created by
patterns or
beats.
Hiawatha's Departure
from The Song of Hia
watha
By Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow
By the shore of Gitchi
e Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea
-Water,
At the doorway of his
wigwam,
In the pleasant Summ
er morning,
Hiawatha stood and w
aited.
All the air was full of fr
eshness,
All the earth was brig
ht and joyous,
And before him throug
h the sunshine,
Westward toward the
neighboring forest
Passed in golden swar
ms the Ahmo,
Passed the bees, the
honey-makers,
Burning, singing in th
e sunshine.
http://www.types-of-p
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y.org.uk/hiawatha.htm
Simile
t
n
e
r
e
f
f
i
d
o
w
nt
e
e
w
t
e
b
n
o
aris
p
m
o
c
a
is
s.
a
d
n
a
A simile
e
k
i
l
rds
o
w
e
h
t
g
in
things us
The Door in the Dark
In going from room to
room in the dark,
I reached out blindly
to save my face,
But neglected, howeve
r lightly, to lace
My fingers and close
my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in pas
t my guard,
And hit me a blow in
the head so hard
I had my native simile
jarred.
So people and things
don't pair any more
With what they used
to pair with before.
Robert Lee Frost
http://www.poemhunt
er.c
om/poem/door-in-thedar
k-the/
Symbol
A symbol is s
omething that
stands for ano
thing.
ther
Symbols Of Love
Love...
Sweet sounds from the music of the heart
Composed of flowers and flattery
Played by instruments--each has its own part
Sung with passion and delicacy
Love...
Faded pages with meaning beyond comprehension
Written with strength and fervency
Read by many with constant devotion
Stored on shelves of diversity
Love...
Strokes of vivid colors and happiness
Drawn by the instinct of desire
Painted with tenacious tenderness
Displayed in galleries of grandeur
http://www.abundantfun.com/poems/poemn21.html
Tone and Voice
Tone is whe
n the writer
talks to the a
is when the
udience and
character is
voice
taken on by
poet.
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UNDER MY BED
...
d,
that time that I drea
to bed,
It’s that time again,
when I have to go
e,
tim
g
in
ck
ra
t bite”,
erv
That ne
the bedbugs don’
e
op
“h
,
rs
ve
co
e
Mum tucks in th
rk ‘round at night.
lu
at
th
gs
in
th
se
e wor
But I know there ar
n there,
u see, hiding dow
yo
,
er
st
on
m
a
s
There’
are,
with a red eyed st
t
an
ut
m
e
bl
rri
ho
That
the day is done,
ll
‘ti
s
ow
ad
sh
e
th
It hovers in
t of the setting sun.
gh
si
e
th
at
s
irk
Its toothy mouth sm
white,
as my face turns to
e,
m
s
rt
fo
m
co
Mum
ht.”
. Everything’s alrig
door,
“It’s okay sweetie
ht and closes the
lig
t
gh
ni
y
m
on
s
She turn
dbugs anymore.”
be
e
os
th
t
ou
ab
“Don’t you worry
d me,
st the monster an
ju
s
it’
w
no
e
on
al
stasy,
We’re all
now with sheer ec
s
lip
its
ng
ki
lic
s
I bet it’
,
ts to cover my head
ke
an
bl
e
th
my bed.
up
ll
I pu
re that lives under
tu
ea
cr
at
th
m
fro
To hide me
m first?
t, what if I catch hi
gh
ou
th
en
dd
su
st,
a
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Couplet and Tercet
Couplet- 2 lines
“Morning Swim"
Into my empty head there come
a cotton beach, a dock wherefrom
I set out, oily and nude
through mist in oily solitude.
Tercet– 3 lines
I am a yellow dog
who wishes he was
a purple-spotted frog
http://www.uni.edu/~gotera/CraftOfPoetry/
couplet.html
http://www.uni.edu/~gotera/CraftOfPoetry/
tercet.html
Quatrain and Quintet
Quatrain– 4 lines
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
-From William Blake's "The Tyger"
Quintet– 5 lines
Evolution
Glory, glory, evolution.
Darwin found us a solution.
Your mama is that shape.
And you knuckles always scrape…
‘Cause Grandpa was an ape.
http://volweb.utk.edu/school/bedford/harrisms/quatrain.htm
Science Verse by Jon Scieszka and Lane Smith
Sestet and Septet
Sestet– 6 lines
Amoeba
Don’t ever tease a wee amoeba
By calling him or her amoeba.
And don't call her a her amoeba.
Or never he a she amoeba.
‘Cause whether his or hers amoeba,
They too feel like you and meba.
Septet– 7 lines
Good Night
Good night, sleep tight,
Don’t let the bedbug,
tick, or louse
suck blood from you,
hatch its eggs,
and then develop the larvae on you
… all right?
Science Verse By Jon Scieszka and Lane Smith
Octet
Octet– 8 lines
WHACK! Goes Mr. Newton’s pointer on
the blackboard.
“And that, my scientists, is the solar system.
Test tomorrow on the planets.
Class dismissed.”
Awake.
Awake. I am awake.
I’m thinking in regular sentences.
I’m not rhyming anymore.
I’m cured of my Science Verse.
Science Verse By Jon Scieszka and Lane Smith