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What is poetry?

Clement McLachlan

on 19 April 2011

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alliteration: the repetition of a beginning sound Poetic Devices allusion: a casual reference to someone or something in history or literature that creates a mental picture analogy: the comparison of two things by explaining one to show how it is similar to the other caesura: the pausing or stopping within a line of poetry caused by needed punctuation enjambment: the continuation of thought from one line of poetry to the next without punctuation needed at the end of the previous line(s) hyperbole: extreme exaggeration for effect metaphor: the comparison of two unlike things by saying one is the other (not using "like" or "as") metonymy: the substitution of a word for one with which it is closely associated onomatopoeia: the sound something makes put into words oxymoron: the use of contradictory terms (together) for effect personification: the giving of human traits to non-human things incapable of having those traits simile: the comparison of two unlike things by saying one is like or as the other symbolism: something which represents something else besides itself imagery: the use of words to create a mental picture mood: the emotional effect of a poem or a story Rain reigns roughly through the day.
Raging anger from the sky
Partners prattle of tormented tears
From clouds wondering why
Lightning tears their souls apart.
A Common Woman

No Helen of Troy she,
Taking the world by war,
But a woman in plain paper wrapped
With a heart of love untapped,
She waits, yearning for her destiny
Whether it be a he on a charger white
Or one riding behind a garbage truck.
Perhaps instead a room of students
Lurks in the shadows of her life
Needing her interest to be shown.
Yet other concerns may call
No, no Helen of Troy she,
But a woman set the world to tame
Wherever she may be. Day's Journey

The day dawns as a journey.
First one leaves the station on a train,
Rushing past other places
Without a pause or stop,
Watching faces blur through the window,
No time to say goodbye.
On and on the train does speed
Until the line's end one sees,
Another sunset down
Without any lasting memories. Living, breathing apathy
Saps energy, will, interest,
Leaving no desire to win.
All that's left are ashes,
Cinders of what might have been.
Looking through the eyes
Of wonder, of delight,
Children view their world
With trust, with hope
That only life will change.
Giants standing tall as mountains
Towering over midgets
Bring eyes above the common ground
To heights no longer small.
Arms of tree trunks wrap
In comfort gentle, softness
Unthought of due to size,
Yet welcomed in their strength.
Sunshine, hope aglow,
Streams from heaven's store
Bringing smiles of warming grace
Which lighten heavy loads.
Clouds are ships in full sail
Racing across the sky-blue sea.
Wind fills the cotton canvas
Pushing them further away from me.
Scandals peep from every window,
Hide behind each hedge,
Waiting to pounce on the unwary,
As the White House cringes in dismay.
Roaring with the pain
Caused by flashing lightning strikes,
Thunders yells, "Booooom! Craaaashhhh! Yeow!"
Then mumbles, rumbling on its way.
Grrrr, the lion's cry echoes
Through the jungle's den
Causing creatures small
To scurry to their holes.
Freezing heat of hate
Surrounds the heart
Stalling, killing kindness,
Bringing destruction to the start.
Anger frowns and snarls,
Sending bolts of fire from darkest night
That bring no brilliance,
Rather only added blackness of sight.
Sunshine, like hope aglow,
Streams from heaven's sky
Bringing smiles of warming grace
On breeze whispers like a sigh.
Clouds are like ships in full sail
Racing across the sky-blue sea.
Wind fills the cotton canvas
Pushing them further away from me.
The dove, with olive branch in beak,
Glides over all the land
Searching for a place to light.
Storms of war linger on every hand,
Everywhere the hawk does fight.
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