Poetry Terms Set 2

Front 1

Ballad

Back 1

Oh the ocean waves may roll,
And the stormy winds may blow,
While we poor sailors go skipping aloft
And the land lubbers lay down below, below, below
And the land lubbers lay down below

Front 2

Blank Verse

Back 2

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Front 3

Free Verse

Back 3

I celebrate myself, and sing myself........ For every atom belonging to me as good......I loaf and invite my soul,
I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass

Front 4

Imagery

Back 4

The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells

Front 5

Irony

Back 5

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

Front 6

Ode

Back 6

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk

Front 7

Alliteration

Back 7

Don't delay dawns disarming display .
Dusk demands daylight .
Dewdrops dwell delicately
drawing dazzling delight .

Front 8

Stanza

Back 8

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Front 9

Closed Form

Back 9

"Mother, dear, may I go downtown

Instead of out to play,

And march the streets of Birmingham

In a Freedom March today?"

Front 10

Connotation

Back 10

And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.

Front 11

Literal Language

Back 11

"The dog died"
not "The dog went to the big animal farm in the sky"

Front 12

Metaphor

Back 12

I’m a tree deeply rooted

Within these years of soil

My trunk is muted

From harsh wind and toil.

Front 13

Octave

Back 13

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent

Front 14

Simile

Back 14

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Front 15

Characterization

Back 15

Courageous, swift, and frightened
Who loves to feel the wind in her hair
Who feels terrified about the future
Who needs the reassurance of her parents
Who shares her food, her home, and her family
Who fears the sound of knocking at night
Who'd like to see her best friend again
Who dreams of the end of the war.
Who ends up being a hero.

Front 16

Image

Back 16

The sunlight in a lemon
makes me wince.

Front 17

Figuritive Language

Back 17

But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Front 18

Foil

Back 18

Edward Cullen in the novel "Twilight" is the support system and soulmate of Bella Swan.

Front 19

Meter

Back 19

Now in wond'ring
contemplation, Be her majesty confessed;
Call her Mother, call her Virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest.

Front 20

Convention

Back 20

As I was reading the comic, the main character had a light bulb flash up above her head, and it was obvious that she had an idea