Poetry and Famous Poems
"Poetry"-this is such a wide term, like the category "novel," or "non-fiction," or "song." There are poems that are a smattering of lines and those that fill an entire book. Some follow strict rhyme, and others stick to free verse. Complete plays are written in poetic verse, and operas, too. Even the different types of poems, themselves, are poetic when listed: ode, epic, tanka, pantoum, villanelle, jintishi, sonnet, lyric and prose. And, one should not forget all the wonderful terminology that describe the way words are said: accent, alliteration and assonance; consonance, dissonance; foot and eye rhythm; enjambment; 1/2 rhyme, rhyme scheme, and sprung rhythm; onomatopoeia, anacrusis and Caesura, and, of course, aposiopesis, anadiplosis and stichomythia. Also, poetry includes periods, styles, and movements... Black Mountain, Cowboy, Folk, Limerick, Lyric, Libel, Concrete, Pastoral, Romanticism and Imagism. Erasure, Movement Minnesinger, Performance and Epitaph.Meters and tetrasyllables-long, long, short; long, short, long short. short. short, and long, long, long.Dimeter, Trimeter, Tetrameter, Pentameter, Hexameter, Heptameter, Octameter, and Poulter's measure. What poems do I like best? It depends, if I am aw
" Sitting outdoors on a chair, as the wind blows through my hair, I think of "Living Simply": I taught myself to live simply and wisely,/ to look at the sky and pray to God,/ and to wander long before evening/to tire my superfluous worries. / I love thee to the depth and breadth and height /My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight/ For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. / Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle/ Can patter out their hasty orisons/ No mockeries for them from prayers or bells,/ Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, - /The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;/ And bugles calling for them from sad shires. " And, of course, who could not like Emily Dickinson's poems? "There is another sky, Ever serene and fair,/ And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there;/ Never mind faded forests, Austin,/ Never mind silent fields /-Here is a little forest,/ Whose leaf is ever green;/ Here is a brighter garden, /Where not a frost has been; /In its unfading flowers/ I hear the bright bee hum:/ Prithee, my brother, /Into my garden come!" I also enjoy the short, quick meanings of a haiku: the rhythm of her old brown hands weaving thin wet reeds Yet, I do not enjoy all poetry, regardless how well it is written. They are the romantic poems that send me back into time, when life seemed so much calmer as: "How do I love thee?/ Let me count the ways. " Also, I like the poems about life hereafter: "Sweet evenings come and go, love,/ They came and went of yore:/ This evening of our life, love,/ Shall go and come no more. / When the burdocks rustle in the ravine/ and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops/ I compose happy verses/ about life's decay, decay and beauty. When these poems are read, of war, and blood and dead. /Your nose would be a source of dread.
Common topics in this essay:
Living Simply,
Crane Hoarse,
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Emily Dickinson's,
Nam Iraq,
Shel Silverstein,
Octameter Poulter's,
Epitaph Meters,
love /,
short short,
Seuss Sam,
Doomed Youth,
short short short,
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