English 2A Final Poetry Project

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Poetry Book Project

English 2A


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Part 1: Poetic Terms and

Definitions

Five Elements of Poetry1. Use of the poetic line

2. Heightened use of sound

3. Poetic rhythms

4. Images

5. Density

Poetic techniques: the tools of poetry

Alliteration the repetition of consonant sounds at the beginning of words. Swiftly,

swiftly flew the shipConsonance the repetition of consonant sounds anywhere within a line of poetry.

Alliteration is a specific type of consonance.

Overlapping one definition very similar to another

Imagery the use of words and phrases that appeal to the five senses. Writers use

sensory details to help readers imagine how things look, feel, smell,

sound, and taste.

Repetition a technique in which a sound, word, phrase or line is repeated for effect

or emphasis

Assonance the repetition of vowel sounds within nonrhyming words . . .that hoard,

and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

Symbol a person, place, object or action that for something beyond itself. For

example, a dove may represent peace. The dove can be seen and peace

cannot.

Allusion a reference in a literary work to a person, place, or thing in history or

another work of literature. Allusions are often indirect or brief references

to well-known characters or events.

Hyperbole a figure of speech in which the truth is exaggerated for emphasis or

humorous effect.

Refrain repetition in literature of one or more lines at regular intervals;

sometimes called the chorus.

Simile a comparison between two things using the words like or as: My love is

like a red, red rose.

Metaphor a comparison between two things NOT using the words like or as: His

eyes were daggers that cut right through me.

Extended

metaphor

a figure of speech that compares two essentially unlike things in great

length


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Part 2: Poetic Terms and

ExamplesAlliteration She sells sea shells by the sea shore.

Consonance All mammals named Sam are clammy.Overlapping He attacked the problem.

Imagery The shiny, sleek dog galloped though the cool, glinting white snow.

Repetition Oh Father, oh father, what have I done.

Assonance They were making a rainbow.

Symbol The sense of darkness, looming and forbidden.

Allusion She bounced down the road to the school bus like Tigger on his way to

Poohs house.

Hyperbole He was so thirsty he thought he would die.

Refrain A shot in the night

a baby cries.A shot in the night

a bullet flies.

Simile As he ran, he was like a bullet in the wind.

Metaphor She was my heart and soul.

Onomatopoeia Her shoes clickety-clacked across the marble floor.

Extended

metaphor

The poem Exile uses an extended metaphor ofthe ocean throughout

the poem.

Oxymoron Hers was a well-known secret.

Understatement As the doctor stitched up Samis leg, he said it was just a scratch.

Sentimentality Their love was flowery rope linking the past and the future.Personification The house creaked and groaned in the wind.

Rhythm There was an Old Man in a tree who was horribly bored by a bee

Stanza A shot in the night

a baby cries.

Limerick There was an Old Person whose habits,

Induced him to feed upon rabbits;

When he'd eaten eighteen,

He turned perfectly green,

Upon which he relinquished those habits.

Meter Hickory, dickory, dock,

The mice ran up the clock.

Tone/Mood He stumbled through the deep, dark desolate cave, slipping and sliding

on wet stone as the walls closed in.

Figurative

language

She was my shining star, a light in the darkness.

Denotation The sun rose above the clouds.

Connotation She was my rising sun.


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Part 3. Poetry in Song"Where Is The Love?"

by the Black Eyed Peas

What's wrong with the world, mamaPeople livin' like they ain't got no mamas

I think the whole world addicted to the drama

Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma

Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism

But we still got terrorists here livin'

In the USA, the big CIA

The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK

But if you only have love for your own race

Then you only leave space to discriminate

And to discriminate only generates hate

And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah

Madness is what you demonstrate

And that's exactly how anger works and ope rates

Man, you gotta have love just to set it straightTake control of your mind and meditate

Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all

People killin', people dyin'

Children hurt and you hear them cryin'

Can you practice what you preach

And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us

Send us some guidance from above

'Cause people got me, got me questionin'

Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)Where is the love (The love)

Where is the love

The love, the love

It just ain't the same, always unchanged

New days are strange, is the world insane

If love and peace is so strong

Why are there pieces of love that don't belong

Nations droppin' bombs

Chemical gasses fillin' lungs oflittle ones

With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young

So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone

So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong

In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'

in

Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends

Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother

A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover

The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug

If you never know truth then you never know love

Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)

Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)

Where's the love, y'all









Where is the love (The love)


Where is the love

The love, the love

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder

As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder

Most of us only care about money makin'

Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction

Wrong information always shown by the media

Negative images is the main criteria

Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria

Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema

Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity

Whatever happened to the fairness in equality

Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity

Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity

That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' underThat's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down

There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under

Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found









Where is the love (The love)Where is the love (The love)





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refrain

alliteration

meta hor

re etition

h erbole


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Part 4. Poetic

Devices

Diving into the Wreckby Adrienne Rich

First having read the book of myths,

and loaded the camera,

and checked the edge of the knifeblade,

I put on

the body-armor of black rubber

the absurd flippers

the grave and awkward mask.

I am having to do this

not like Cousteau with his

assiduous team

aboard the sun-flooded schoonerbut here alone.

There is a ladder.

The ladder is always there

hanging innocently

close to the side of the schooner.

We know what it is for,

we who have used it.

Otherwise

it is a piece of maritime floss

some sundry equipment.

I go down.

Rung after rung and still

the oxygen immerses methe blue light

the clear atoms

of our human air.

I go down.

My flippers cripple me,

I crawl like an insect down the ladder

and there is no one

to tell me when the ocean

will begin.

First the air is blue and then

it is bluer and then green and then

black I am blacking out and yet

my mask is powerfulit pumps my blood with power

the sea is another story

the sea is not a question of power

I have to learn alone

to turn my body without force

in the deep element.

And now: it is easy to forget

what I came for

among so many who have always

lived here

swaying their crenellated fans

between the reefs

and besides

you breathe differently down here.

I came to explore the wreck.

The words are purposes.The words are maps.

I came to see the damage that was done

and the treasures that prevail.

I stroke the beam of my lamp

slowly along the flank

of something more permanent

than fish or weed

the thing I came for:

the wreck and not the story of the wreck

the thing itself and not the myth

the drowned face always staring

toward the sun

the evidence of damageworn by salt and away into this threadbare beauty

the ribs of the disaster

curving their assertion

among the tentative haunters.

This is the place.

And I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair

streams black, the merman in his armored body.

We circle silently

about the wreck

we dive into the hold.

I am she: I am he

whose drowned face sleeps with open eyes

whose breasts still bear the stress

whose silver, copper, vermeil cargo lies

obscurely inside barrels

half-wedged and left to rot

we are the half-destroyed instruments

that once held to a course

the water-eaten log

the fouled compass

We are, I am, you are

by cowardice or courage

the one who find our way

back to this scene

carrying a knife, a camera

a book of mythsin which

our names do not appear.

From Diving into the Wreck: Poems 1971-1972

Copyright 1973 by W. W. Norton & Company, Inc.


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Mole

by Wyatt Prunty

For weeks hes tunneled his intricate need

Through the root-rich, fibrous, humoral dark,

Buckling up in zagged illegibles

The cuneiforms and cursives of a blind scribe.

Sleeved by soft earth, a slow reach knuckling,

Small tributaries open from his nudge

Mild immigrant, bland isolationist,

Berm builder edging the runneling world.

But now the snow, and hes gone quietly deep,

Nuzzling through a muzzy neighborhood

Of dead-end-street, abandoned cul-de-sac,

And boltrun from a dead-leaf, roundhouse burrow.

May he emerge four months from this as before,

Myopic master of the possible,

Wise one who understands prudential ground,

Revisionist of all things green;

So when he surfaces, lumplike, bashful,

Quizzical as the flashbulb blind who wait

For color to return, hell nose our green-

rich air with the imperative poise of now.

First published in New Criterion. Copyright 2006 Wyatt Prunty.

fi urative lan ua e

assonance


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Crossing Kansas by Train

by Donald Justice

The telephone poles

Have been holding their

Arms out

A long time now

To birdsThat will not

Settle there

But pass with

Strangecawings

Westward to

Where dark trees

Gather about a water hole this

Is Kansas the

Mountains start here

Just behindThe closed eyes

Of a farmer's

Sons asleep

In their work clothes

First published in Night Light, 1967 Weslyan University Press

personification

personification

onomatopoeia


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Part 5. My Poems

A.Sonnet

Packby Nathan Supinski

Darkly menacing, dressed fully in black

Walking into the bank with a swagger

A silent wolf with the rest of his pack.

Sinister swish, he pulls forth a dagger.

The pack moves swiftly through the human herd

Snatching up money with a quick flourish.

Laws broken, theater of the absurd

Cash taken meant for others to nourish.

But one of the scared herd wont be beaten.

The cold leader of the pack curls his lip

The lone animal who wont be eaten

He slowly raises a gun from his hip.

A sharp glint in the eye as bullets fly

Many may miss, but only one to die.

meta hor


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B.Limerick

My Dogby Nathan Supinski

There once was a dog named DukeWho frequently had to puke

He ran for the doorBut puked on the floorWhich earned him an angry rebuke.

rh thm


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C. Haiku

Ice

by Nathan Supinski

twisting and turning

freezing in the morning frostriver dies alone

frost clings to the trees

soft white snow covers the ground

Colorado spring

alliteration


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D.Childhood poem

Where Im From

by Nathan Supinski

I am from lunchboxes,

from laughter and Legos.I am from lost cities and new planets.

(A thousand adventures in single backyard)

I am from Rock Mountain,

where the withered arms

of the big dead tree held me high above the ground.

I am from soft green grass

and icy cold water balloons on a hot summer day.

and the countless cuts, the scrapes:

the boo-boos and Scooby Doo bandaids.

I am from strawberries stolen from Moms garden,

and from ice fortresses in the backyard tundra.

I am from scooters, rollerblades and bikes,

and from joysticks, flashing lights and alien bandits.

I am from beaches, ski trips, and What-did-you-do-at-school? dinners,

family surrounding me like my favorite old t-shirt,

a little shabby but always comfortable.

assonance


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E.I am poem

I Am

by Nathan Supinski

I am quiet and calmI wonder if I will come up again

I hear the engine stop

I see the water slick on the deck

I want to feel it cold on my skin

I am quiet and calm

I pretend I'm ready to descend

I feel like something is looming all around me

I touch the valve of her air tank

I worry it may run dryI cry at the thought of losing her

I am quiet and calm

I understand that everything is ready

I say everything will be alright

I dream of discovering something new

I try to slow my breath

I hope everything will be ok

I am quiet and calm

refrain


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F.Shape Poem

ox moron

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