My Awsome assignment. by Kayla Young

imagery- Descriptive language that can create emotion

kayla_young — 2017-10-10 12:12:29 UTC

Spring
The newborn flowers blossom
in all sizes and vivid colors.
When you walk by, their sweet
and luscious aromas ensnare you..
The beautiful butterflies titter
Around the light grassy areas.
The trees are full of lush, dark green leaves.
Spring is when you can really savor
the intense scent of nature.

mood-a temporary state of mind or feeling

kayla_young — 2017-10-10 12:23:30 UTC

Moods -
Oh that a Song would sing itself to me
Out of the heart of Nature, or the heart
Of man, the child of Nature, not of Art,
Fresh as the morning, salt as the salt sea,
With just enough of bitterness to be
A medicine to this sluggish mood, and start
The life-blood in my veins, and so impart
Healing and help in this dull lethargy!
Alas! not always doth the breath of song
Breathe on us. It is like the wind that bloweth
At its own will, not ours, nor tarrieth long;
We hear the sound thereof, but no man knoweth
From whence it comes, so sudden and swift and strong,
Nor whither in its wayward course it goeth.

Stanza-a group of lines forming the basic recurring metrical unit in a poem; a verse.

kayla_young — 2017-10-10 12:23:43 UTC

Nature Reveals

Our physical world, respect and explore,
Where water meets land; a beautiful shore.
Mountains we conquer, look down in awe,
If you're an artist, make sure you draw.

Nature exciting, adventurously new,
Much more to see, than a sky that is blue.
It offers so much, open your eyes,
Hope of today, with every sunrise.

Nature shall feed, body and soul,
Some call it home, others a hole.
Memories are nurtured, when nature reveals,
Sharing its pleasures, amazing it feels.

by AnitaPoems.com

Repetition-the action of repeating something that has already been said or written.

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:07:12 UTC

(andy black)

[Chorus]
Nothing in the cage of my ribcage
Got no heart to break, like it that way
Nothing in the cage of my ribcage
Emptiness is safe, keep it that way

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh [x2]

[Chorus]
Nothing in the cage of my ribcage
Got no heart to break, like it that way
Nothing in the cage of my ribcage
Emptiness is safe, keep it that way

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh [x4]

Speaker- the narrative voice in a poem (such as a sonnet, ode, or lyric) that speaks of his or her. situation or feelings.

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:07:17 UTC

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Figure Of Speech-a word or phrase used in a non-literal sense for rhetorical or vivid effect.

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:07:20 UTC

Hero and Leander

BY CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

The First Sestiad

(excerpt)

On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood,

In view and opposite two cities stood,

Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by Neptune's might;

The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.

At Sestos Hero dwelt; Hero the fair,

Whom young Apollo courted for her hair,

And offer'd as a dower his burning throne,

Where she could sit for men to gaze upon.

The outside of her garments were of lawn,

The lining purple silk, with gilt stars drawn;

Her wide sleeves green, and border'd with a grove,

Where Venus in her naked glory strove

To please the careless and disdainful eyes

Of proud Adonis, that before her lies;

Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain,

Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.

Upon her head she ware a myrtle wreath,

From whence her veil reach'd to the ground beneath;

Her veil was artificial flowers and leaves,

Whose workmanship both man and beast deceives;

Many would praise the sweet smell as she past,

When 'twas the odour which her breath forth cast;

And there for honey bees have sought in vain,

And beat from thence, have lighted there again.

About her neck hung chains of pebble-stone,

Which lighten'd by her neck, like diamonds shone.

She ware no gloves; for neither sun nor wind

Would burn or parch her hands, but, to her mind,

Or warm or cool them, for they took delight

To play upon those hands, they were so white.

Buskins of shells, all silver'd, used she,

And branch'd with blushing coral to the knee;

Where sparrows perch'd, of hollow pearl and gold,

Such as the world would wonder to behold:

Those with sweet water oft her handmaid fills,

Which as she went, would chirrup through the bills.

Some say, for her the fairest Cupid pin'd,

And looking in her face, was strooken blind.

But this is true; so like was one the other,

As he imagin'd Hero was his mother;

And oftentimes into her bosom flew,

About her naked neck his bare arms threw,

And laid his childish head upon her breast,

And with still panting rock'd there took his rest.

So lovely-fair was Hero, Venus' nun,

As Nature wept, thinking she was undone,

Because she took more from her than she left,

And of such wondrous beauty her bereft:

Therefore, in sign her treasure suffer'd wrack,

Since Hero's time hath half the world been black.

Onomatopoeia-the formation of a word, as cuckoo, meow, honk, or boom, by imitation of a sound made by or associated with its referent.

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:07:35 UTC

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!!

Alliteration-Alliteration is a literary device that repeats a speech sound in a sequence of words that are close to each other

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:07:43 UTC

The Forest

"What happens in the forest stays in the forest"

The trees are trimmed, 
The leaves on the ground 
Proposing passion, sweet mist
Naked with nothing to bare or wear
Nature's breath lightens the atmosphere
She breathes in, he breathes out
The auditory sensation of rain 
   - drums down and deepens
The course is near its end, 
Deep in this forest night
A Gentleman among the trees, 
Hibernating new seeds 

"On the other side of the forest"
He guides a path, with ebony eyes
A convincing vent, I accept
The fear is broken, I sleep in glee
The whispers disappear 
Drying in peace by the secret bayou 
Broad leaves lay under raw landscape
Lulled by the chills he quills
A quarter past midnight 
Mr Romantic
   - prepares the new sheets of Winter. 

11-11-15
~*~

Rhyme- A rhyme is a repetition of similar sounding words occurring at the end of lines in poems or songs.

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:07:45 UTC

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King’s horses, And all the King’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again!

Poetry-literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:07:48 UTC

Who They Wanted Her To Be

Published: August 2014

She took a deep breath,
She counted to three,
A picture in her head,
Of who they wanted me to be.

They wanted her to be normal,
Happy and kind.
They never thought,
That this girl would be blind.

Not blind by the meaning,
But blind in the heart.
Blinded by darkness,
Blinded by dark.

She walks around lifeless,
Her heart beating but dead.
A walking corpse
She is lost inside her head.

Things have no meaning,
At least not anymore.
She was not how she was,
How she was once before.

She is one of the living
But one of the dead.
A part of her is missing.
She hangs on by a thread.

She hung her head low,
Took one final bow.
She stepped off the edge
Saying one final vow.

"I will not change who I am.
As hard as any of you try,
This is me giving up,
This is one last goodbye."

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/who-they-wanted-her-to-be

Rhythm-a strong, regular, repeated pattern of movement or sound.

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:07:59 UTC

Ladies and gentleman
Miss Grace Jones, slave to the rhythm

Work all day, as men who know
Wheels must turn to keep the flow
Build on up, don't break

Free verse-poetry that does not rhyme or have a regular meter.

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:08:03 UTC

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;

Read more at http://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-free-verse-poems.html#6ZSq4AlxVd8QliPC.99

End rhyme-End rhyme is defined as when a poem has lines ending with words that sound the same.

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:08:06 UTC

Life is but life, and death but death!
Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!
And if, indeed, I fail,
At least to know the worst is sweet.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can prevail!

Simile-a figure of speech involving the comparison of one thing with another thing of a different kind, used to make a description more emphatic or vivid

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:08:19 UTC

Steady As A Turtle.

Metaphor-a figure of speech in which a word or phrase is applied to an object or action to which it is not literally applicable.

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:08:22 UTC

My Skin Feels As If The Sun Has Touched It.

Internal rhyme-a rhyme involving a word in the middle of a line and another at the end of the line or in the middle of the next.

kayla_young — 2017-10-11 12:08:25 UTC

I went to town to buy a gown. / I took the car and it wasn’t far.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary - Edgar Allen Poe (The Raven).

I had a cat who wore a hat. / He looked cool but felt the fool.

I lost my dog in the midst of fog. / He found his way home, he doesn't like to roam.

Read more at http://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-internal-rhyme.html#2E08xWgMCvP56XyX.99

Personification-a figure intended to represent an abstract quality.

kayla_young — 2017-10-12 11:53:32 UTC

There was a heavy thunderstorm, the wind snorted outside, rattling my windowpanes.

Meter-Meter is a stressed and unstressed syllabic pattern in a verse, or within the lines of a poem

kayla_young — 2017-10-12 12:22:47 UTC

(I could) wait forever, Face a thousand lifetimes, Ponder your embraces, Just to live in your time.

Why so pale and wan, fond Lover?

Prithee why so pale?

Will, when looking well can't move her,

Looking ill prevail?

Prithee why so pale? - Sir John Suckling's "Song"

Read more at http://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-meter-in-poetry.html#JhsqLXwdGgHJbDuG.99