Sunday, May 1, 2011

Types of Poetry

Narrative : poem that tell a story 

Example :

Fair stood the wind for France
When we our sails advance,
Nor now to prove our chance
Longer will tarry;
But putting to the main,
At Caux, the mouth of Seine,
With all his martial train
Landed King Harry.

Ballads : a poem that can sing as a song

Example :  

Oh the ocean waves may roll,
And the stormy winds may blow,
While we poor sailors go skipping aloft
And the land lubbers lay down below, below, below
And the land lubbers lay down below

Epic : a poem that talk about a hero or heroic

Example :  

By the shore of Gitchie Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of his wigwam,
In the pleasant Summer morning,
Hiawatha stood and waited. 

Lyric : a short narrative poems that express the feelings of the speaker

Example : 

I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.

Sonnet : sonnets are lyric poems that are 14 lines long

Example :  

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass his fickle hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow'st.
 

Odes : Odes are long poems which are serious in nature and written to a set structure 

Example :  

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
 

Elegies : Elegy is a sad and thoughtful poem lamenting the death of a person 

Example :  

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
 

Free Verse : Free Verse is a form of Poetry composed of either rhymed or unrhymed lines that have no set fixed metrical pattern. 

Example : 

 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loaf and invite my soul,
I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
 

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