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Poetic Poetry
Introduction Devices
By Mary Qualey
Airline High School
Poetic License
The freedom given to poets
to ignore standard rules of
grammar or proper diction in
order to create a desired
artistic effect.
Glencoe Literature Book
Poetry
Redefined
Literary expression that emphasizes
the line, not the sentence, as the unit
of composition.
Traditional characteristics:
emotional, imaginative language
use of metaphor, similie, & other
figures of speech
divided into stanzas
Types of
Poetry
Lyrical poetry
Narrative poetry
Imagist Poetry
Confessional poetry
Ballad
Elegy
Ballad
A form of verse to be sung or
recited. F. B. Gum describes
the ballad as "a poem meant
for singing, quite impersonal in
material, probably connected in
its origins with the communal
dance."
Me&BobbyMcGee
byJanisJoplin
BustedflatinBatonRouge,waitingforatrain
AndIsfeelingnearlyasfadedasmyjeans.Bobby
thumbedadieseldownjustbeforeitrained,It
rodeusallthewaytoNewOrleans.Ipulledmy
harpoonoutofmydirtyredbandanna,Iwas
playingsoftwhileBobbysangtheblues.
Windshieldwipersslappingtime,Iwasholding
Bobbyshandinmine,Wesangeverysongthat
driverknew.Freedomisjustanotherwordfor
nothinglefttolose,Nothingdontmeannothing
honeyifitaintfree.Andfeelinggoodwaseasy,
Lord,whenhesangtheblues,Youknowfeeling
goodwasgoodenoughforme,Goodenoughfor
meandmyBobbyMcGee.
FromtheKentuckycoalminestotheCalifornia
sun,Hey,Bobbysharedthesecretsofmysoul.
Throughallkindsofweather,througheverything
thatwedone,HeyBobbybabykeptmefromthe
cold.OnedayupnearSalinas,Lord,Ilethimslip
away,HeslookingforthathomeandIhopehe
findsit,ButIdtradeallofmytomorrowsforone
singleyesterdayTobeholdingBobbysbodynext
tomine.Freedomisjustanotherwordfor
nothinglefttolose,Nothing,thatsallthatBobby
leftme,yeah,Butfeelinggoodwaseasy,Lord,
whenhesangtheblues,Hey,feelinggoodwas
goodenoughforme,hmmhmm,Goodenough
formeandmyBobbyMcGee.
Richard Cory by Paul Simon
They say that Richard Cory owns one
half of this whole town, With political
connections to spread his wealth
around. Born into society, a banker's
only child, He had everything a man
could want: power, grace and style. But I
work in his factory And I curse the life
I'm living And I curse my poverty And I
wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I
could be, Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
Confessional
Poetry
Movement started in the 1950s
Poets write about their own personal
experience in an open, direct style
Examples: Robert Lowell,
Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath
Papa was a Rolling Stone
by The Temptations
ItwasthethirdofSeptember;thatdayI'llalways
remember,'causethatwasthedaythatmydaddydied.I
nevergotachancetoseehim;neverheardnothin'but
badthingsabouthim.MamaI'mdependingonyoutotell
methetruth.(Spoken)Mamajustlookedathimandsaid,
"Son,(Sung)Papawasarollin'stone.Whereverhelaidhis
hatwashishome.Andwhenhisdied,Allheleftuswas
alone.Verse2Hey,mama,IheardPapacallhimselfa
jackofalltrades.Tellme,isthatwhatsentPapatoan
earlygrave?FolkssayPapawouldbeg,borroworstealto
payhisbills.Hey,Mama,folkssayPapawasnevermuch
onthinkin';Spendmostofhistimechasin'womenand
drinkin'!Mama,I'mdependingonyoutotellmethe
truth.(Spoken)Mamajusthungherheadandsaid,"Son,
(ToChorus)
Change Gon Come
by Sam Cooke
IwasbornbytheriverinalittletentOhandjustlikethe
riverIbeenarunnin'eversinceIt'sbeenalong,along
timecomingbutIknowAchangegon'comeohyesitwill
It'sbeentoohardlivingbutI'mafraidtodieCuzIdon't
knowwhat'suptherebeyondtheskyIt'sbeenalong,a
longtimecomingbutIknowAchangegon'comeohyes
itwillIgotothemovie,andIgodowntownSomebody
keeptellinme"don'thangaround"It'sbeenalong,along
timecoming,butiknowAchangegon'comeohyesit
willThenIgotomybrotherAndIsay"brother,helpme
please"ButhewindsupknockingmeBackdownonmy
kneesTherebeentimesthatIthoughtIwouldn'tlastfor
longNowthinkI'mabletocarryonIt'sbeenalong,
alongtimecomingbutIknowAchangegon'come,oh
yesitwill
Whats Going On
by Marvin Gaye
Mother,motherThere'stoomanyofyoucrying
Brother,brother,brotherThere'sfartoomanyofyoudying
Youknowwe'vegottofindaway
Tobringsomelovin'heretoday
YaFather,fatherWedon'tneedtoescalate
Yousee,warisnottheanswerForonlylovecanconquerhate
Youknowwe'vegottofindawayTobringsomelovin'heretoday
PicketlinesandpicketsignsDon'tpunishmewithbrutality
Talktome,soyoucanseeOh,what'sgoingon
What'sgoingonYa,what'sgoingonAh,what'sgoingon
InthemeantimeRighton,babyRightonRight
Elegy
Poem that mourns a
death or other great
loss
Candle
in the
Wind
by Elton
John
Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Candle
in the
Wind
by Elton
John
Goodbye England's rose;
may you ever grow in our hearts.
You were the grace that placed itself
where lives were torn apart.
You called out to our country,
and you whispered to those in pain.
Now you belong to heaven,
and the stars spell out your name.
And it seems to me you lived your life l
ike a candle in the wind:
never fading with the sunset
when the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here, among England's
greenest hills;
your candle's burned out long before
your legend ever will.
Tears in Heaven
by Eric Clapton
Clapton wrote this about his
4-year-old son, Conor, who died
when he fell out of a 53rd floor
window in his mother's apartment in
New York City. At the time, Conor
was Clapton's only child.
would you know my name
if i saw you in heaven
would it be the same
if i saw you in heaven
i must be stong and carry on
'cause i know i don't belong
here in heaven
would you hold my hand
if i saw you in heaven
would you help me i stand
if saw you in heaven
i'll find my way
through night and day
cause i know i just can't stay
here in heaven beyond the door
there's peace i'm sure
but i know there'll be no more
tears in heaven
time can bring you down
time can bend your knees
time can break your heart
have you beggin
please beggin please
would you know my name
if i saw you in heaven
would it be the same if i saw you
in heaven
beyond the door there's peace i'm
sure
but i know there'll be no more
tears in heaven
Imagist
Poetry
Name given to a movement in
poetry, originating in 1912 and
represented by Ezra Pound,
Amy Lowell, and others, aiming
at clarity of expression
through the use of precise
Bag Lady
by Eryka Badu
Bagladyyougonehurtyourback
Draggingallthembagslikethat
Iguessnobodyevertoldyou
AllyoumustholdontoIsyou,isyou,isyou
Onedayallthembagsgonegetinyourway
Onedayallthembagsgonegetinyourway
Isaidonedayallthembagsgonegetinyourway
OneDayallthembagsgonegetinyourway
SopacklightPacklightPacklight
OohoohBagladyyougonemissyourbus
Youcan'thurryupCauseyougottoomuchstuff
WhentheyseeyoucominNiggastakeoffrunnin
Fromyouit'strueohyestheydo
Onedayhegonesayyoucrowdinmyspace
Onedayhegonesayyoucrowdinmyspace
Isaidonedayhegonesayyoucrowdinmyspace
Onedayhegonesayyoucrowdinmyspace
SopacklightPacklightPacklightOohooh
Kiss from a
Rose
by Seal
Thereusedtobeagreyingtoweraloneonthesea
You,becamethelightonthedarksideofme
Loveremains,adrugthat'sthehighandnotthepill
Butdidyouknowthatwhenitsnows
Myeyesbecomelarge
Andthelightthatyoushinecan'tbeseen?
Baby,Icompareyoutoakissfromaroseonthegrey
Ooh,themoreIgetofyou,thestrangeritfeelsyeah
Nowthatyourroseisinbloom
Alighthitsthegloomonthegrey
Thereissomuchamancantellyou
Somuchhecansay
Youremainmypower,mypleasure,mypain
Baby,Tome,you'relikeagrowing
AddictionthatIcan'tdeny
Won'tyoutellme,isthathealthy,baby?
Butdidyouknowthatwhenitsnows
Myeyesbecomelarge
Andthelightthatyoushinecan'tbeseen?
Baby,Icompareyoutoakissfromaroseonthegrey
Poetry
Expresses a speakers personal
thoughts and feelings
An ode is an elaborate lyric
poem expressed in a dignified
and
sincere way
Ex. The Road Not Taken
New York State
of Mind
by Billy Joel
Somefolksliketogetaway
Takeaholidayfromtheneighborhood
HopaflighttoMiamiBeach
OrtoHollywood
ButI'mtalkingaGreyhound
OntheHudsonRiverLine
I'minaNewYorkstateofmind
I'veseenallthemoviestars
Intheirfancycarsandtheirlimousines
BeenhighintheRockiesundertheevergreens
ButIknowwhatI'mneeding
AndIdon'twanttowastemoretime
I'minaNewYorkstateofmind
Itwassoeasylivingdaybyday
Outoftouchwiththerhythmandblues
ButnowIneedalittlegiveandtake
TheNewYorkTimes,TheDailyNews
Ode to my Family
by the Cranberries
Doo,doo,doo,doo,doo,doo,doo,doo...
UnderstandthethingsIsay,don'tturnawayfromme,
'CauseI'vespenthalfmylifeoutthere,youwouldn'tdisagree.
Doyouseeme?Doyousee?Doyoulikeme?
Doyoulikemestandingthere?Doyounotice?Doyouknow?
Doyouseeme?Doyouseeme?Doesanyonecare?
Unhappinesswhere'swhenIwasyoung,
Andwedidn'tgiveadamn,
'Causewewereraised,Toseelifeasfunandtakeitifwecan.
Mymother,mymother,
Sheholdme,sheholdme,whenIwasoutthere.
Myfather,myfather,
Helikedme,oh,helikedme.Doesanyonecare?
UnderstandwhatI'vebecome,itwasn'tmydesing.
Andpeopleev'rywherethink,somethingbetterthanIam.
ButImissyou,Imiss,'causeIlikedit,
'CauseIlikedit,whenIwasoutthere.
Doyouknowthis?Doyouknowyoudidnotfindme.
Youdidnotfind.Doesanyonecare?
Narrative
Poetry
Verse that tells a story
Many types of poetry fall under
this umbrella:
ballads
epics
Copa Cabana by Barry Manilow
HernamewasLola,shewasashowgirlwithyellowfeathersinherhair
andadresscutdowntothereshewouldmerengueanddothechacha
andwhileshetriedtobeastarTonyalwaystendedbaracrossthe
crowdedfloor,theyworkedfrom8til4theywereyoungandtheyhad
eachotherwhocouldaskformore?
CHORUS:Atthecopa(CO!)Copacabana(Copacabana)thehottestspot
northofHavana(here)atthecopa(CO!)Copacabanamusicandpassion
werealwaysinfashionAtthecopa....theyfellinlove
HisnamewasRicoheworeadiamondhewasescortedtohischair,he
sawLoladancingthereandwhenshefinished,hecalledheroverbut
RicowentabittofarTonysailedacrossthebarandthenthepunches
flewandchairsweresmashedintwotherewasbloodandasinglegun
shotbutjustwhoshotwho?
REPEATCHORUS
Atthecopa...shelostherloveHernameisLola,shewasashowgirl,but
thatwas30yearsago,whentheyusedtohaveashownowit'sadisco,
butnotforLola,stillinthedresssheusedtowear,fadedfeathersinher
hairshesitstheresorefined,anddrinksherselfhalfblindshelosther
youthandshelostherTonynowshe'slosthermindREPEATCHORUS
Atthecopa...don'tfallinlovedon'tfallinlove
Thunder
Rolls
by Garth
Brooks
Threethirtyinthemorning
Notasoulinsight
Thecity'slookin'likeaghost
town
Onamoonlesssummernight
Raindropsonthewindshield
There'sastormmovingin
He'sheadin'backfrom
somewhere
Thathenevershouldhavebeen
Andthethunderrolls
Andthethunderrolls
Everylightisburnin'
Inahouseacrosstown
She'spacin'bythetelephone
Inherfadedflannelgown
Askin'formiracle
Hopin'she'snotright
Prayin'it'stheweather
That'skepthimoutallnight
Andthethunderrolls
Andthethunderrolls
Thethunderrolls
Andthelightnin'strikes
Anotherlovegrowscold
Onasleeplessnight
Asthestormblowson
Outofcontrol
Deepinherheart
Thethunderrolls
She'swaitin'bythewindow
WhenhepullsintothedriveShe
rushesouttoholdhimThankful
he'salive
Butonthewindandrain
Astrangenewperfumeblows
Andthelightnin'flashesinher
eyes
AndheknowsthatsheknowsAndthethunderrolls
Andthethunderrolls
Thethunderrolls
Andthelightnin'strikes
Anotherlovegrowscold
Onasleeplessnight
Asthestormblowson
Outofcontrol
Deepinherheart
Thethunderrolls
Sherunsbackdownthehallway
Tothebedroomdoor
Shereachesforthepistol
Keptinthedresserdrawer
Tellstheladyinthemirror
Hewon'tdothisagain
Causetonightwillbethelasttime
She'llwonderwherehe'sbeen
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