Sunday, 18 January 2015

The Examples of Poems

1) Rhymes 
2) Alliteration

Nurse, Nurse I have an owie
 I don’t’ know what to do 
Because it’s getting soggy 
Please tell me that you do 

Nurse, Nurse I think I have a coco 
I tell you, man it hurts 
I feel it’s driving me darn loco 
Although it comes in spurts 

Nurse, Nurse I think I sprained my pinky 
My pencil fell and as I leaned 
I smelled myself a little stinky 
But help me please and I promise I’ll get cleaned

 Nurse, Nurse I think I hit my head 
As I stood up my brain was spinning 
And I felt a bump and feel I’m dead 
Help me please I want to play 9 innings 

Nurse, Nurse I feel a little down 
They said they didn’t like me 
They’re making ugly sounds 
Please tell them, they need to let me be 

Nurse, Nurse I’m back at school today 
You made feel much better 
I want to work and play 
But most of all, to tell you you’re the best

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3) Simile

Your teeth are like stars;
They come out at night.
They come back at dawn
When they’re ready to bite.
4) Metaphor 

The sun went away
The sky went black
Up came the wind
I fell on my back

It started to rain
I began to sink
Then I lifted my head
And took a drink

I perked myself up
And said "please don't cry"
And wiped off my petals
Until they were dry

The clouds soon parted
And out came the sun
The beauty in me
Has only begun.
5) Hyperbole

Appetite

In a house the size of a postage stamp
lived a man as big as a barge.
His mouth could drink the entire river
You could say it was rather large
For dinner he would eat a trillion beans
And a silo full of grain,
Washed it down with a tanker of milk
As if he were a drain.

6) Personification

There's a cat named Joe and you wouldn't want to know
But he thinks he'd like to be a Hippopotamus
And it sounds very strange, and he really wants to change
And in that way he's just like a lot of us
Oh, it wouldn't be so bad if he was certified as mad
But he's not... he holds a normal conversation
It's just that within he's in a different kind of skin
And it causes him a lot of botheration

7) Free Verse

After the Sea-Ship by Walt Whitman 

After the Sea-Ship—after the whistling winds;
After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,
Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks, 
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship: 
Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,
Waves, undulating waves—liquid, uneven, emulous waves,
Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves, 
Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface;

8) Imagery

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.

9) Onomatopoeia  

Mom & Dad Are Home

Slam! Slam!
Go the car doors.
Jangle! Jangle!
Go the house keys.
Jiggle! Jiggle!
Go the keys in the door.
Squeak!
Goes the front door!
Thump! Thump!
That is me running down the stairs.
Guess what?
Mom and Dad are home!!

10) Symbolism 

This place, inside, where all my feelings keep. That lies somewhere between my heart and soul. Should I, the guardian of my fortress seek, Protection from those, who would see them stole. So many times have you this bastion breeched, With scant regard for all the dangers posed. That my hopes and dreams should not be reached, By eyes that only wish my heart exposed. These inmates with their liberty restrained. That strive against their shackles and their chains. Am I their jailor too cautious to be blamed, To free them no matter what their claims. And if freeing them should reveal my heart, I might be also freed.. my life to start

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Poetry Writing Competition

Newspaper Blackout Poetry!

Words Go Round wants your students to be creative with newspapers! This year’s contest, inspired by poet and cartoonist Austin Kleon, challenges students to black out a poem.

$300 Kinokuniya book vouchers are up for grabs for each Top Prize winner! And just as awesome, you can be a literary star as all winning entries will be published in the newspapers! Teachers, you stand to win a Livescribe pen and Moleskine notebook for roping in the most number of participating students.

What are you waiting for? Newspaper Blackout Poetry opens for submission on 1 January 2015, so get those markers out and start composing!

Entries in English, Chinese, Malay and Tamil are accepted.

Tell your friends

 
HERE'S WHAT TO DO

WITH MARKER


Step 1: Choose a newspaper article that is no bigger than A4 in size (in either landscape or portrait orientation).
Step 2: Scan or take a digital picture of the article (be sure it’s readable).
Step 3: Use a marker to black out the words that are unwanted, leaving the unmarked words behind to form a poem. Distortion of the original newspaper text is not allowed.
Step 4: Scan or take a digital picture of the poem (be sure it’s readable).
Step 5: Upload the original article followed by the poem.
Helpful tip: Use a pencil to circle all of the words for the poem before blacking out the rest of the words in the article.

WITHOUT MARKER


This version will require you to use an image editing programme.
Step 1: Choose a newspaper article that is no bigger than A4 in size (in either landscape or portrait orientation).
Step 2: Scan or take a digital picture of the article (be sure it’s readable). Save the file on your desktop.
Step 3: Open the file with an image-editing programme like Paint or Photoshop.
Step 4: Black out the words in the newspaper text to form a poem. Distortion of the original newspaper text is not allowed.
Step 5: Upload the original article, followed by the poem.
HOW IT WORKS

ELIGIBILITY

Each student can only submit 1 entry. If more than 1 entry is submitted, the first entry submitted will be the only one eligible.
This contest is open to all students in Singapore, from 7 to 19 years old, of any nationality, who are studying full-time in a Singapore-based school.
The three age categories are:
  1. Junior: 7 to 11 years old
  2. Youth: 12 to 15 years old
  3. Senior: 16 to 19 years old

Entries in all four official languages – English, Chinese, Malay and Tamil – will be accepted.

JUDGING

After submissions close on 5 February 2015, a panel of judges will score the entries and select the 3 top entries per category per language. These 3 entries will then be uploaded online for public voting which will start on 11 February and close on 27 February.
The popular vote will count for 50% of the final score. Our judges’ scores will count for the other 50%.
1 top prize winner and 2 merit winners will be chosen based on the above scores.
The winners from each category, as well as the teacher with the most number of participating students, will be notified via e-mail.

PRIZES

Top Prize: $300 Books Kinokuniya Book Vouchers
Merit Prize: $100 Books Kinokuniya Book Vouchers
Teacher with the most number of participating students: Livescribe Pen & Moleskin Notebook
TERMS & CONDITIONS
The National Arts Council reserves the right to:
1. use the submitted entries – in their original language or in translation – of the competition (Words Go Round 2015) for publicity and non-commercial purposes.
2.  use the contact information provided to get in touch with the participants whose entries are selected.
3. not award entries in the top prize category.

Poetic Devices - KangZhe

1) Rhyme

The Life Of A Cupcake

by Shelby Greer

They put me in the oven to bake.
Me a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat I started to bubble.
Watching the others I knew I was in trouble.

They opened the door and I started my life.
Frosting me with a silver knife.

Decorating me with candy jewels.
The rest of my batch looked like fools.

Lifting me up, she took off my wrapper.
Feeling the breeze, I wanted to slap her.
Opening her mouth with shiny teeth inside.
This was the day this cupcake had died.

2) Alliteration

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
-Traditional

3) Simile

Your teeth are like stars;
They come out at night.
They come back at dawn
When they’re ready to bite.
by Dennis Rogers

4) Metaphor and Hyperbole


Truth Untold

by Shianne

My pain and misery fall from the sky
So hard I try to ignore it, but it still gets by
Surrounds with memories of what could have been
The hatred screams under my skin
Pulsing through my veins is the anger I feel

Wounds break open as soon as they seal (hyperbole)
Darkness surrounds me with every step I take
I manage a smile, but do you know it's a fake?
I laugh when people talk to me
But inside I'm dying, wishing they could see
I'm as different inside as I am the same
Wish they could see they're not to blame
I know the truth, but it's locked in my heart
And now more than ever, it's tearing me apart.


5) Personification


Dinnertime Chorus

by Sharon Hendricks

The teapot sang as the water boiled
The ice cubes cackled in their glass
the teacups chattered to one another.
While the chairs were passing gas
The gravy gurgled merrily
As the oil danced in a pan.
Oh my dinnertime chorus
What a lovely, lovely clan!

6) Free Verse


After the Sea-Ship

by Walt Whitman

After the Sea-Ship—after the whistling winds;
After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,
Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks, 
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship: 
Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,
Waves, undulating waves—liquid, uneven, emulous waves,
Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves, 
Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface;

7) Imagery


Preludes

by T. S. Eliot

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.

9) Onomatopoeia


Mom & Dad Are Home

Slam! Slam!
Go the car doors.  
Jangle! Jangle!
Go the house keys.
Jiggle! Jiggle!
Go the keys in the door.
Squeak!
Goes the front door! 
Thump! Thump!
That is me running down the stairs.
Guess what?
Mom and Dad are home!!

10) Symbolism

His Confession

by The Archpoet

I am of one element,
Levity my matter,
Like enough a withered leaf
For the winds to scatter. 

Poetic Devices

Rhyme
The Life Of A Cupcake
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat I started to bubble.
Watching the others I knew I was in trouble


Alliteration
Slippery Sloppery
A slippery sloppery slipping snail
Slithered slimed and slid on the floor
Feeling hurried harried hungry and helpless
As starlings screeched spiraled and saw
That slippery sloppery slipping snail
Who slithered slimed and slid on the floor
A fluttering of feathers fell frighteningly fast
Meant that slippery sloppery slipping snail
Who slithered slimed and slid was no more.


Onomatopoeia
The Precocious Teapot
The teapot whistled at the lovely young pot
She came to a boil at this unfortunate shot
When the pan saw what happened, he began to sizzle
The pot was his cousin and it made him grizzle
The faucet joined in with a whoosh of its water
It seems that the pot was his only daughter
The teapot was humbled and expressed his regret
It was an unfortunate gaffe he’d rather forget


Simile
Chocolate Cake

Friends are like chocolate cake
You can never have too many.
Chocolate cake is like heaven -
Always amazing you with each taste or feeling.
Chocolate cake is like life with so many different pieces.
Chocolate cake is like happiness, you can never get enough of it.


Hyperbole
Summertime is Here
My tongue is a piece of sandpaper
I’m dissolving into a puddle
I want to dive into a snowdrift
Though I’m sure that would befuddle
Open me up, my organs are cooked
I think I’m now well done
You can fry an egg upon my brow
As I melt away in the sun!


Personification
Snow Flake
A fragile winter butterfly
Flutters from the sky
So soft and yet her heart
Is cold and made of ice
But if I warm it
She will melt and die

Symbolism
A light exists in Spring By Emily Dickinson
A light exists in Spring
Not present on the year
At any other period—
When March is scarcely here


Metaphor
The Rose
The sun went away
The sky went black
Up came the wind
I fell on my back

It started to rain
I began to sink
Then I lifted my head
And took a drink

I perked myself up
And said "please don't cry"
And wiped off my petals
Until they were dry

The clouds soon parted
And out came the sun
The beauty in me
Has only begun



Free Verse
Disappointments by Vivian Gilbert Zabel
Every life has a room
where memories are stored:
A box of special occasions here,
Shelves of shared laughter there.
But back in the shadows
Lurks a trunk locked tight,
Not to be opened and searched.
There hide disappointments
Which darken every heart


Imagery
The Shark
His body was tubular
And tapered
And smoke-blue,
And as he passed the wharf
He turned,
And snapped at a flat-fish
That was dead and floating.
And I saw the flash of a white throat,
And a double row of white teeth,
And eyes of metallic grey,
Hard and narrow and slit.
Then out of the harbour,
With that three-cornered fin
Shearing without a bubble the water
Lithely,
Leisurely,
He swam—That strange fish,
Tubular, tapered, smoke-blue,
Part vulture, part wolf,
Part neither—for his blood was cold

Allusion
Flames
If sorrow cloaks the surface of your soul
And chills the warmth that turns your wishes cold,
Unchain the hidden anguish in your hold,
Releasing tethered truths that must be told

Source: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/best/allusion