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POETRY
Forms of Poetry
Stanza
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Alliterative Verse
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Analogy Poetry
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Ballad
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of the Ancient
Mariner
Coleridge
Ballade
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Though
French
verse form of poetry
all the critics' canons
grow
seedier
than
the actors'
Far
With
three
stanzas
of seven, eight or ten lines. Final
own
stanza is shorter with four or five lines.
Although the cottage-door's
too A
low
Ballade Of Theatricals by G.K. Chesterton (1912
Although the fairy's twenty
Has been as stony-broke as stone
stone
Believe me, there are real things
Although, just like the
There is an hour when all men go;
telephone,
An hour when man is all alone.
She comes by wire and not by
When idle minstrels in a row
wings,
Went down with all the bugles blown
Though all the mechanism's
When brass and hymn and drum went d
known
Down in death's throat with thundering
Believe me, there are real
Ah, though the unreal things have grow
things.
Believe me, there are real things.
Yes, real people even so
Prince, though your hair is not your ow
Even in a theatre, truth is
And half your face held on by strings,
known,
And if you sat, you'd smash your thron
Though the agnostic will not
Believe me, there are real things.
know,
And though the gnostic will
Cinquain
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Couplet Poetry
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Concrete Poem
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Elegy
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Haiku
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Limerick
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Ode
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Nonsense Poem
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CROCODILES
By Mervin Peake
Rhyme Royal
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Sonnets
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Lyrical poems
Consisting of 14 lines with 3 quatrains and an ending couplet
English or Shakespearean sonnets
Two quatrain and six-line sextet found in Italian or Petrarchan
sonnets
Sonnet 50 William Shakespeare
How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek (my weary travel's end)
Doth teach that case and that repose to say
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy
friend.'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider loved not speed being made from
thee:
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side,
Triolet
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Romanticism Poetry
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Free Verse
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Little Father
by Li-Young Lee (1957-present )
Thank you
Presented by
Dr Amelia Abdullah | School of Educational Studies/
USM