TYPES OF P-O-E-T-R-Y

Significance: To tell the reader how many type of poetry are there. There are 8 kinds of poetry

Narrative: Narrative poetry tells a story and comprises much of the oral tradition of many cultures.
John Barleycorn
by
Robert Burns

There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

Ballads:A narrative poem, often of folk origin and intended to be sung, consisting of simple stanzas and usually having a refrain.
nd my heart trembles for the grace she weareth,
While far in my soul’s deep the sighs astir
Speak thus: "Look well! For if thou look on her,
Then shalt thou see her virtue risen in heaven."

Epic:An extended narrative poem in elevated or dignified language, celebrating the feats of a legendary or traditional hero.
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Lyrics: poetry that expresses personal and emotional feelings
From Hymn to Earth the Mother of All
Homer (7th century B.C.)
O universal mother, who dost keep
From everlasting thy foundations deep,
Eldest of things, Great Earth, I sing of thee!
All shapes that have their dwelling in the sea,
All things that fly, or on the ground divine
Live, move, and there are nourished–these are thine;
These from thy wealth thou dost sustain; from thee
Fair babes are born, and fruits on every tree
Hang ripe and large, revered Divinity!

Sonnets: A lyric poem of fourteen lines
Red Blushed And All Cut Up
By Paul McCann

Talking to myself there
Someone had overheard.
I was lost for a word.
There was nothing to share.
Embarrassed I was there.
Left awkward and absurd .
A broken wingless bird.
With nowhere to fly there.
Caught red faced there was I.
Didn't want to be seen.
I just wanted to die.
I just wanted to scream.
I'm so terribly shy.
Lost for words it would seem.

Odes: A short poetical composition proper to be set to music or sung; a lyric poem
From Ode to Sir Lucius Gray and Sir H. Morison
Ben Jonson (1572-1637)
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an Oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear.
A Lily of a day
Is fairer far, in May
Although it fall and die that night;
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measure, life may perfect be.

Elegies: poem or song composed especially as a lament for a deceased person

Angie

noone knows what really happened to her

all they know that she was naked and dead

some people say it was foul play some people say

it was a blood vessel in her head

but then i began to have these wierd dreams about her

some beautiful some horrible

but how do we know whats real and whats a fantasy

when Angie's not here to tell

Free Verse: Free poem and usually unrhymed lines having no fixed metrical pattern

Feelings, Now:

Some kind of attraction that is neither
Animal, vegetable, nor mineral, a power not
Solar, fusion, or magnetic
And it is all in my head that
I could see into his
And find myself sitting there.