Title: Poetic Devices
1Poetic Devices
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3What is Poetry?
- Any writing that uses words for their sound and
rhythm as well as their meaning. It usually
emphasizes artistic elements like rhythm, rhyme,
and repetition.
4Rhythm
- The cadence or beat in a poem, made using the
syllables in the words. It can be measured with
meter, the pattern of stressed and unstressed
syllables . - Jack and Jill went up the hill
- To fetch a pail of water.
- Jack fell down and broke his crown,
- And Jill came tumbling after.
5Rhythm
That time of year thou may'st in me behold When
yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon
those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare
ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day, As
after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by
black night doth take away,Death's second self,
that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the
glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his
youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must
expire Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd
by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love
more strong,To love that well which thou must
leave ere long.
6Rhyme
- The repetition of similar sounds, usually at the
end of lines of poetry. - Heart, start
- Wear, tear
- List, mist
- Slant Rhyme words that nearly rhyme (while/hill,
up/step) - Rhyme Scheme pattern of rhyme
7Rhyme Scheme
- Dirty Clothes by Shel Silverstein
- Some put 'em in a washer,Some toss 'em in a
tub,Some dump 'em in a laundry truckFor someone
else to scrub.Some stick 'em in a hamper,Some
stuff 'em in a sack.I never worry 'bout 'emI
just keep 'em on my back
8Rhyme Scheme
- Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily
Dickinson - Hope is the thing with feathers -
- That perches in the soul -
- And sings the tune without the words -
- And never stops - at all -
- And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
- And sore must be the storm -
- That could abash the little Bird
- That kept so many warm -
- Ive heard it in the chillest land -
- And on the strangest Sea -
- Yet - never - in Extremity,
- It asked a crumb - of me.
9Repetition
- The repeating of words, which creates rhythm.
10Repetition
- O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman
- O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is
doneThe ship has weather'd every rack, the
prize we sought is wonThe port is near, the
bells I hear, the people all exulting,While
follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and
daringBut O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding
drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain
lies,Fallen cold and dead.
11Alliteration
- The repetition of consonant sounds at the
beginning of words in poetry or any writing. - Bobby broke his bat at Bart's house.
- Sugar makes the sauce sweet.
- The worm wiggled when we touched its wet skin.
- The pots and pans were Peter's prized
possessions.
12Alliteration
- Sea Surprise
- The swimmers swam and searched the sea
- Special sea shells hid beneath the sand
- Children catch small creatures and set them free
- Screaming, splashing and skipping to the land
13Onomatopoeia
- Words that sound like the objects they name or
the sounds those objects make - Clang
- Shush
- Tweet
- Pitter patter
- Whoosh
14Onomatopoeia
- "The Bells" by Edgar Allan Poe
- How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
- In the icy air of night! To the tintinnabulation
that so musically wells - From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
- Bells, bells, bells
- From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
- "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes
- Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the
dark inn-yard, - He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all
was locked and barred Tlot tlot, tlot tlot! Had
they heard it? The horse-hooves, ringing clear - Tlot tlot, tlot tlot, in the distance! Were they
deaf that they did not hear?
15Imagery
- The use of vivid description and sensory words to
communicate a specific feeling to the reader. - Sweet, slow drops of deep purple juice drip from
the corners of my mouth and flow in little
blueberry rivers down to my chin.
16Imagery
- The Way I Play Soccer by Natasha Niemi
- Sweat streams down my face,And my skin turns red
under the watchful eye of the sun.The sound of
cleats pounding the earth is deafening As my
enemies charge down the field towards me.I can
sense the shooter is going to missAll at once,
the ball collides into my chest.Screams of
victory roar across the field.The grass stained,
game ball restsRests lovingly between my two
hands.
17The Sounds of Poetry
18Sources
- http//www.mywordwizard.com/imagery-poems.html
- http//www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171619
- http//www.brighthubeducation.com/high-school-engl
ish-lessons/49444-poems-for-teaching-meter-in-poet
ry/ - http//www.brighthubeducation.com/english-homework
-help/48906-rhythm-in-poetry/ - http//www.brighthubeducation.com/middle-school-en
glish-lessons/2973-alliteration-lesson-and-poetry-
assignment/ - http//www.poetryfoundation.org/downloads/BHM_Midd
leSchool.pdf