Poetry: Examples

Front 1

Assonance

Back 1

flEEt fEEt swEEp by sleeping gEEse

Front 2

Allegory

Back 2

The book Animal Farm is considered this.

Front 3

Aubade

Back 3

When the sun came up, I heaved a sigh, because now I must bid my love a goodbye.

Front 4

Caesura

Back 4

two roads diverged // in a yellow wood

Front 5

Closed form

Back 5

Roses are red (a),
Violets are blue (b),
Sugar is sweet (c),
And so are you (b)

Front 6

Denotation

Back 6

The plane landed on the runway.

Front 7

Denouement

Back 7

When Harry figures out how to defeat Voldemort.

Front 8

Elegy

Back 8

I have not lost my rings, my purse,
My gold, my gems-my loss is worse,
One that the stoutest heart must move.
My pet, my joy, my little love,
My tiny kitten, my Belaud,
I lost, alas, three days ago.

Front 9

Enjambment

Back 9

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Front 10

Epigram

Back 10

"Speech is silver, but silence is golden."

Front 11

Foil

Back 11

Ron and Hermione, Harry Potter's friends, in the Harry Potter series.

Front 12

Lyric Poem

Back 12

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seem to love
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Front 13

Quatrain

Back 13

I like to sing
I like to dance
But I can't do it
With poopie in my pants!

Front 14

Satire

Back 14

Happy days is my favourite theme song
I can sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong
I'll ace any trivia quiz you bring on
I'm fluent in Java Script as well as Klingon
Here's the part I sing on
They see me roll on, my Segway!
I know in my heart they think I'm
white n' nerdy!

Front 15

Sonnet

Back 15

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Front 16

Sestet

Back 16

I'll remember each kind word you've uttered,
I won't forget the nice things that you've done,
And even when my life is hectic, cluttered
My memories of you will still live on.
You'll be with me no matter where I go,
That's something that I thought that you should know.

Front 17

Sestina

Back 17

The moment when he lifts the Porker prize
Would be the highlight of an artist's life.
Saul Hogwash comes so close to it each year
And misses it, by just a coat of paint.
Though there's no doubt of this pig's massive talent,
He will use watercolour for his art.

The short list features many kinds of art.
There's Tania Mulch, who won last year's prize,
A cowpat-sculpting sow whose major talent
Is publicising scandals in her life,
So that the portrait that the tabloids paint
Of her becomes more scarlet every year.

But Tania's not the favourite this year.
That's Brendon Slopp, who's reinvented art.
Surprisingly, he makes much use of paint.
The work that's tipped to win this boar the prize?
A pile of paint tins, called Still Unborn Life
- The title simply oozes Porker talent.

To rival that, there's Tom Treslurry’s talent,
The finest Cornwall's seen for many a year.
His tapes are magic. Yes, he's spent his life
Recording from the radio - what art!
Now spliced, played in reverse, they're “Worth a prize;
“Su

Front 18

Spondee

Back 18

knick-knack, dum-dum

Front 19

Synecdoche

Back 19

The world treated her unfairly.

Front 20

Stynax

Back 20

To your house we are going.