TYPES OF POETRY

In Notebook but in notes

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Narrative poetry tells a
story.
Lyric poetry presents a
personal impression.
Prosody

the patterns of rhythm and sound used in

poetry.
Rhyme-scheme; label the lines (ABBA, CDDC)
She walks in beauty like the night a
Of cloudless climes and starry skies b
And all that's best of dark and bright a
Meet in her aspect and her eyes. b
Meter-syllables
She walks in beauty like the night 8
Of cloudless climes and starry skies 8
And all that's best of dark and bright 8
Meet in her aspect and her eyes. 8
 Ballad

The ballad is one of the earliest poetic forms. It is a poem that

focuses on a specific incident or story. The message is usually
simple.
Employs dialogue, repetition, minor characterization.
Is written in quatrains.
Sometimes has a basic rhyme scheme, primarily a b c b.
Has a refrain which adds to its songlike quality.
Sometimes is composed of two lines of iambic tetrameter: is a
line comprising four iambs: 2 syllables (8 total). which
alternate with two lines of iambic trimeter: is a line comprising
four iambs (6 total).

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The Lyric

Lyric poetry is highly personal and

emotional. It can be as simple as a sensory
impression or as elevated as an ode or
elegy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2Ni_HTTsoU
 The Ode (form of lyric poem)

An ode poem is a poem that is about only

one specific thing that you think is truly
amazing and praiseworthy.
 The Elegy (form of lyric poem)

The elegy is a formal lyric poem written in

honor of one who has died. Elegiac is the
adjective that describes a work lamenting
any serious loss.
The Sonnet

Shakespearean 14 lines, 3
quatrains, couplet
PAY ATTENTION

to Iambs or
syllables>
If there are the same # of syllables in every
lineprobably a sonnet
Can be 16 lines
Blank Verse

Poetry which has no rhyme but does have

meter.
Sunday Morning BY WALLACE STEVENS

Complacencies of the peignoir, and late

Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.
Free Verse

poetry which is not written in a traditional

meter, nor does it rhyme.
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Sources

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