Poetry,
put-simply
"For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one
has emotions early enough)—they are experiences." -
Rainer Maria Rilke
What is Poetry?
Poetry is form of writing that the human language uses as its artistic
character in addition to its imagination. It consists largely of oral or
literary works in which language is used in a manner that is felt by its
user and audience to be different from ordinary writing style. Often, poetry
invokes emotional or sensual experiences in the reader. Using literary
devices such as assonance, alliteration and rhythm or symbolism and irony,
poems have always been used as a release for humans. Another commonly used
technique is iambic pentameter which is used to create set of five “feet” or
bets within a set of words.
There are several forms of poetry.
Sonnet is a poem of fourteen lines that follows a strict rhyme scheme
and logical structure.
Jintishi has eight lines in four “couplets”. Each couplet has
parallelism between the lines in the second and third couplets. The couplets
with parallel lines contain different content but identical grammatical
relationship between words.
Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem. It has five triplets with a
closing quatrain; the poem is characterized by having two repeats, initially
used in the first and third lines of the first stanza, and then alternately
used at the close of each subsequent stanza until the final quatrain, which
is concluded by the two repeats.
Tanaka is a form of poetry that normally doesn't rhyme. The Tanaka
has five lines structured in a 5-7-5 7-7 patterns
Some Classic Poems:
It's Such a Little Thing
by Emily Dickinson
It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
And yet by trades the size of these
We men and women die!
It's all I have to bring today
by Emily Dickinson
It's all I have to bring today –
This, and my heart beside –
This, and my heart, and all the fields –
And all the meadows wide –
Be sure you count – should I forget
Some one the sum could tell –
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
She Tells Her Love
by Robert Ranke Graves
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
I Lost A World
by Emily Dickinson
I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
You?ll know it by the row of stars
Around its forehead bound.
A rich man might not notice it;
Yet to my frugal eye
Of more esteem than ducats.
Oh, find it, Sir, for me!
Love And A Question
by Robert Frost
A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than the lips
For a shelter for the night,
And he turned and looked at the road afar
Without a window light.
The bridegroom came forth into the porch
With, "Let us look at the sky,
And question what of the night to be,
Stranger, you and I."
The woodbine leaves littered the yard,
The woodbine berries were blue,
Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;
"Stranger, I wish I knew."
Within, the bride in the dusk alone
Bent over the open fire,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the heart's desire.
The bridegroom looked at the weary road,
Yet saw but her within,
And wished her heart in a case of gold
And pinned with a silver pin.
The bridegroom thought it little to give
A dole of bread, a purse,
A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,
Or for the rich a curse;
But whether or not a man was asked
To mar the love of two
by harboring woe in the bridal house,
The bridegroom wished he knew.
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