Narrative Poetry What is narrative poetry Poems which

Narrative Poetry

What is narrative poetry? Poems which tell a story

Rhyme Scheme / Meter The pattern of rhyme between lines of a poem or song. It is usually referred to by using letters to indicate which lines rhyme; lines designated with the same letter all rhyme with each other.

Example Bid me to weep, and I will weep A While I have eyes to see; B And having none, and yet I will keep A A heart to weep for thee. B

What’s the Meter? The mountain frames the sky As a shadow of an eagle flies by. With clouds hanging at its edge A climber proves his courage on its rocky ledge.

What’s the Meter? O thou, new-year, delaying long, Delayest the sorrow in my blood, That longs to burst a frozen bud And flood a fresher throat with song

What’s the Meter? She went to work until she grew too old, Came home at night to feed the eunuch cat That kept the mat warm and its eyeballs cold. She walked, but ran to wrinkles, then to fat,

What’s the Meter? O, my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O, my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune.

Stanza Groups of repeated lines, usually of the same length and follow the same pattern of meter and rhyme and are used like paragraphs in a story.

3 types of Stanzas 1. Quatrains: stanzas of 4 lines which can be written in any rhyme scheme. 2. Tercets/Triplets : stanzas of three lines. The three lines may or may not have the same end rhyme. If all three lines rhyme, this type of tercet is called a triplet 3. Couplets: stanzas of only two lines which usually rhyme

Quatrain Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?

Tercet My mother’s maids, when they did sew and spin, They sang sometimes a song of the field mouse, That for because their livelihood was but so thin Would needs go seek her townish sister’s house. She thought herself endured to much pain: The stormy blasts her cave so sore did souse. . .

Triplet A still small voice spake unto me: 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be? ’Then to the still small voice I said: 'Let me not cast in endless shade What is so wonderfully made. ’

Couplet I found a starfish in the bay When I was fishing yesterday Starfish, starfish, in the ocean Moving along in slow motion. Many arms and colors bright Sea stars are a special sight.