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Elements of Poetry/Figurative Language

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kristin smith

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Transcript of Elements of Poetry/Figurative Language

Elements of Poetry
Figurative Language
Sound Devices
Exaggeration and Personification
*language that appeals to the five senses

*When words rhyme they have the same sound.
*Most poems rhyme at the end of the lines
*Rhyme Scheme is the pattern of rhymes

Rhythm is the pattern of stresses in a line of verse. When you speak, you stress some syllables and leave others unstressed. When you string a lot of words together, you start seeing patterns. Rhythm is a natural thing. It's in everything you say and write, even if you don't intend for it to be.
*poetry written without rhyme, rhythm, or form
*sounds like everyday conversation
Types of Poetry
*direct comparison of two things. Does not use "like" or "as"
*repetition of the same consonant sound at the beginning
of several words or sentences or a line of poetry.
*the repetition of vowel sounds within several words of a sentence or line of poetry
*use of words that sound like the words they describe
Free Verse
*comparison using "like" or "as"
*Exaggeration-describing something larger or wildly different than it actually is
*Personification-type of figurative speech that gives human qualities to animals, objects, or ideas
I’ll tell you the story of Jimmy Jet—
And you know what I tell you is true.
He loved to watch his TV set
Almost as much as you.

He watched all day, he watched all night
Till he grew pale and lean,
From “The Early Show” to “The Late Late Show”
And all the shows between
From "Jimmy Jet and His TV Set"
By Shel Silverstein
Fog by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Petals - a poem by Amy Lowell

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.

Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.
My Dog by Sharon Hendricks
His bark breaks the sound barrier
His nose is as cold as an ice box.
A wag of his tail causes hurricanes
His jumping causes falling rocks.
He eats a mountain of dog food
And drinks a water fall dry.
But though he breaks the bank
He’s the apple of my eye.
The Railway Train
by Emily Dickensen
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down the hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop - docile and omnipotent -
At its own stable door.

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickory Dickory Dock!
Onomatopoeia (by Eve Merriam)
The rusty spigot
a splutter,
spatters a smattering of drops,
gashes wider;
finally stops sputtering
and plash!
gushes rushes splashes
clear water dashes.
Poem : - "Three Baby Birds"
Author Unknown

Three baby birds
Were Playing in their nest,
Mummy said - No more play
It is time for rest.
One, two, three
She put them into bed,
Sleep tight, wake up bright
This is what she said.

By Bruce Lansky
Poor as a church mouse.
strong as an ox,
cute as a button,
smart as a fox.

thin as a toothpick,
white as a ghost,
fit as a fiddle,
dumb as a post.

bald as an eagle,
neat as a pin,
proud as a peacock,
ugly as sin.

When people are talking
you know what they'll say
as soon as they start to
use a cliché.
Check for Understanding
1. What type of poem is written without rhyme, rhythm or form?
2. Please give an example of alliteration.
3. What is a simile?
4. What is onomatopoeia?
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