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PoetryBy William Van Hooser
HaikuLeaves fall from the trees
Squirrels gather nuts in autumn
As bears hibernate
By William
Autumn moonlight
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
By Basho
Limerick
There once was a cat from Kung Fu
Who wished for some stuff he swam through
He looked in a book
And shivered and shook
The curious cat from Kung Fu
There once was a boy named Matt
Who owned a giant pet bat
Together they flew
In the night too
And they both shared a hat
CoupletSlash goes the sword
And vroom goes the Ford
Fast metal gets its job done
Onomatopoeia
Boom!
goes the cannon
Bang!
goes the target
Explosion
Diamante
pig
big , fat
eat, sleep, poop
legs, fur, short tail
nocturnal, hiss, bite
small, light
badger
Free verse
There once was a tiny cat
Who found and put on a hat
He got a bat and then a bird
And with them he played some ball.
Sonnet 1 by William Shakespeare
• From fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty's rose might never die,But as the riper should by time decease,His tender heir might bear his memory:But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,Making a famine where abundance lies,Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,And only herald to the gaudy spring,Within thine own bud buriest thy content,And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
• Shakespeare’s birthdate is unknown but however, he was baptized on April 26, 1564 in Stratford-upon-Avon. He died April 23, 1616 at 52. He is best known for his plays which took place at Globe Theater. He also wrote poems, like sonnets.
• A sonnet is a poem with 14 lines and a couplet at the end.
Breathe in Majesty by Tamara• Breathe in joy
Breathe in blessingJehovah YahwehBreaks through the boundariesSettling Truth within the Veil of my worshipI breathe and His presenceFills my nostrils with sweetnessAnd tangI overflow with His goodnessThe river flows I am satisfiedI want moreOf HimI breathe again…He is there!
Born January 29, 1968
Date of Death—SHE’S STILL ALIVE!
Married: 1994
In addition to poetry, Tamara writes for the
internet. She wrote her first poems when
she was about 14.
This is a free verse poem which uses any
kind of poetry structure, with no rules and
no limits. The poet keeps using the word
“breathe.” This is a poetry device called
repetition which in this case creates a
worshipful mood.
A Sonnet by Alexander Graham Bell
Time, speeding, rules: all things compelled obey.
Oh! May this king ne'er turn your love from me!
May every year's forced March, a blessing be,
Your love recruiting, driving fears away.
Dear Guide! Nought can thy tender care repay:
Each seeming harsh reproof was, now I see,
An act of love: received—ungratefully,
Recalling conscience forces me to say.
Feel not, amid the greetings of this morn,
A Blank, because from sight my form has gone:
Though I be absent, yet my heart's at home,
Hailing thy Birthday, while my voice is dumb:
Each absence makes me prize my home the more:
Return shall find me—worthier than before.
• Born: March 3, 1847• Died August 2, 1922• He is most known for inventing
the first telephone and sending the first telephone call. He said to his associate, Watson, (no it’s NOT a joke) a few rooms away, “Watson, come in here. I want to see you.” Watson heard the message and came.
• The rhyme structure in this sonnet is abba abba ccde ff.
Oh Captain! My Captain by Walt WhitmanO CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
• Born 1819• Died 1892
Walt Whitman is known for his
poetry collection, “Leaves of
Grass.” He was also a teacher, a
government clerk and a volunteer
nurse during the Civil “War.
• He wrote this poem in three stanzas that tell a story.