Saturday, 17 January 2015

Poetic Devices

1) Ending Rhymes
e.g. hat, cat, mat, pat, rat
2) Last Syllable Rhyme
e.g. tim-ber, grum-ble, trem-ble
3) First Syllable Rhyme
e.g. car-rot, car-ing, car-canet

Our English language? A curious thing!
Hammers don't ham and fingers don't fing,
Grocers don't groce and ushers don't ush,
And why is a rear called a toosh, not a tush?
What is the plural of mitt? Is it mitten?
And what's a caboodle if there is no kit'n?
Do women count coins when they go through their change?
Is all lucre filthy? Are bedfellows strange?
You can't have the willie, the heebee or jitter,
And patter is noisy unless it's with pitter.
If a guy's queer, is he gay or just odd?
And if a girl's skinny, is she still a "broad"?
Can you do a flip? That's an interesting word...
Flip a house or a pancake or even a bird!
You'd never say fum without fee, fi or foe,
And why do we go to the bathroom... to go?
Slim chance or fat, they are one and the same,
And dick can be naughty unless it's your name!
So if you love words and you don't take them lightly,
You'll find by and by that you can-can write rightly!

Family Friend Poems 

She walks in beauty like the night                                 
Of [cloudless climes] and [starry skies]
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy [day denies]

Onomatopoeia (on-uh-mat-uh-pee-uh)
a sound
e.g. screech, scream, holler, yell, buzz, sneeze, hiccup, whistle, shout, laugh etc.

e.g. as happy as a lark, as blind as a bat, as agile as a monkey

to exaggerate something.
e.g. That joke is so old, the last time I heard it I was riding on a dinosaur.
        Her brain is the size of a pea.
Personification is giving human characteristics to non-living things or ideas.
e.g. The sun stretched its lazy fingers across the valley.

A symbol is something that stands for itself, but also something larger than itself. It may be a person, an in animate object, or an action.
e.g.In William Blake’s “Ah Sunflower”, the sunflower represents people and the sun represents life:
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveler’s journey is done;

When the night begins to fall
and the sky begins to glow.
You look up and see the tall
City of Lights beg in to grow-
in rows and little golden squares
The lights come out. First here, then there
Behind the windowpanes as though
A million billion bees had built
Their golden hives and honeycombs
above in the air

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