Poetry Practice 1: Terms and Types

a poem that tells a story; may be short or long, simple or complex

a story-form poem or song written in short stanzas

A long narrative poem telling of a hero's deeds

a short poem in which a single speaker expresses personal thoughts and feelings

a mournful lyric poem for someone who is dead, or a serious poem expressing melancholy thoughts

a Japanese lyric poem with 3 unrhymed lines (5, 7, 5) usually focusing on nature

A lyric poem usually marked by serious, respectful, and exalted feelings toward someone or something

a fixed poem of fourteen lines, usually written in iambic pentameter

poetry that does not rhyme or have a regular meter

a humorous narrative poem with five lines where lines 1, 2 and 5 rhyme and lines 3 and 4 rhyme.

What type of poem is this? A Circus Performer Named Brian A circus performer named Brian Once smiled as he rode on a lion. They came back from the ride, But with Brian inside, And the smile on the face of the lion.

What type of poem is this? The fog comes on little cat feet It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

What type of poem is this? Where are my clean socks? These smell worse than rotten fish Time to do laundry

What type of poem is this? An elderly man named Keith Mislaid his set of false teeth They'd been laid on a chair He'd forgotten they were there Sat down and was bitten beneath.

What type of poem is this? The Last Request The ship was assail. The cool air was clean. McHaggerty looked at his true love and beamed. She looked to his eyes and she suddenly knew that her love for him was forever through. She gazed at the captain, out, steering above. It was only for him that her heart gave out love. When McHaggerty noticed her look, he felt pain. "I must get her loving me well once again!" He challenged the captain to a sword's duel. The winner the maiden's loving would rule. Ah, but the captain with the sword was a man! With one sweeping slash knocked the sword from his hand. McHaggerty's hope was thoroughly gone. The captain ordered him murdered at dawn. The night passed quite quickly. The sun cast its rays. Yes, Thomas McHaggerty would die today. "Do I have one request before I die?" He looked at the captain who then said, "Aye." He lifted his hand to wipe his eye, and sadly kissed his true love goodbye.