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F.R.R.I.D.D (Form, Rhythm, Rhyme, Image, Diction, Device)

+What is form?POETRY’S FORM

There is no one way to write a poem. In fact, there are many ways, and many different forms! Sometimes it is the meter of the poem that gives you the form, sometimes it’s the content, and sometimes it is the organization of it.

Stanza: A group of lines in a poem. A stanza is similar to the paragraph.

Quatrain: A stanza of four lines

Couplet: A stanza of two lines

Narrative: A poem that tells a story

+What is rhythm? Rhythm gives a poem its sound and there are many

different ways that rhythm is used and lots of elements in poetry that are related to rhythm.

Stress / Accent: A line of poetry is filled with syllables. When a syllable is given emphasis, it is called a stressed syllable. Stress is the emphasis given to the syllable.

Example: “water” has two syllables: wa – ter

The first syllable (“wa”) is the stressed syllable – it is pronounced with more emphasis than the second syllable (“ter”), which is the unstressed syllable.

+What is a rhyme?

A “rhyme scheme” is a way of describing the pattern of end rhymes in a poem. Each new sound at the end of a line is given a letter, starting with “A,” then “B,” and so on. If an end sound repeats the end sound of an earlier line, it gets the same letter as the earlier line.

+What is imagery?

Imagery means to use figurative language to represent objects, actions and ideas in such a way that it appeals to our physical senses.

+What is diction?

Diction, in its original, primary meaning, refers to the writer's or the speaker's distinctive vocabulary/word choices and style of expression.

+What are poetic devices?

Poetic devices are tools that a poet can use to create rhythm, enhance a poem's meaning, or intensify a mood or feeling. These devices help piece the poem together.

+A Poison TreeBy: William Blake

I was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,Night and morning with my tears;And I sunned it with smiles,And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,Till it bore an apple bright.And my foe beheld it shine.And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stoleWhen the night had veiled the pole;In the morning glad I seeMy foe outstretched beneath the tree.

+Poems:

Lineage (pg. 176)

Identity (pg 177)

The Shark (pg. 182)

Tichborne’s Elegy (pg. 192)

Song (pg. 196)

Your buildings (pg. 181)

One Perfect Rose (pg. 197)