Types of Poetry

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Types of Poetry
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Lyric Poetry
The most common form of poetry
 Most poetry we think of is lyric poetry
Focuses on a single idea or image
 expresses the thoughts & feelings of a poet
Can rhyme or be in free verse
It does NOT tell a story portraying characters and their
Originated from an ancient Greek form of poetry that
was accompanied by a musical instrument, usually a lyre
Very musical sounding words create a pleasant
harmonious effect
 Music is composed of song lyrics
Lyric Poetry - continued
“I Felt a Funeral in my Brain”
by Emily Dickenson
I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.
And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead,
Then space began to toll
As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.
And then a plank in reason, broke,
And I dropped down and down-And hit a world at every plunge,
And finished knowing--then--
Types of Lyric Poetry
• Songs
•Free Verse
Lyric Poetry - Examples
“Homework! Oh, Homework!”
by Jack Prelutsky
Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you
away in the sink.
If only a bomb
would explode you to bits.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You're giving me fits.
I'd rather take baths
with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion
alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver,
pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the homework
my teacher assigns.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You're last on my list.
I simply can't see
why you even exist.
If you just disappeared
it would tickle me pink.
Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!
“My Shadow”
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow-Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
Free Verse
Free verse is easy and fun to write.
There isn’t any strict verse pattern, nor does it rhyme
but it usually has its own intricate patterns of rhyme and
Free verse can be compared to a song that doesn’t
rhyme. There is still a lyric quality to it.
It lets the writer use language that appeals to the head
and the heart.
Poet can express feelings, emotions, and ideas in an
imaginative way.
It can be about serious or humorous subjects.
Free Verse - Examples
“Infant Joy”
By William Blake
By Carl Sandburg
“I have no name;
I am but two days old.”
What shall I call thee?
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
“I happy am,
Joy is my name,”
Sweet joy befall thee!
It sits looking
over harbor and city
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Sweet joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
Narrative Poetry
It tells a story
Has characters, setting & plot
(exposition, rising action,
climax, falling action,
It is written in verse
May or may not rhyme
Ideas are organized in
Kinds of Narrative Poetry
• Epic
• Ballad
Narrative Poetry
By Edgar Allan Poe (1845)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;--Darkness there, and nothing more.
Narrative Poetry – The Ballad
A specific type of narrative poem
Based on ancient customs of telling
stories in songs
Subject is usually an adventure, a
romance, or dramatic event
Told in a serious, formal way
Repetition & elaborate language
give it a song-like quality
Ballad Poems are poems that tell a
story similar to a folk tale or legend
and often has a repeated refrain.
Example of a Ballad:
“The Wreck of the
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