Ballad Poems are poems that tells a story similar to a folk tale or legend and often has a repeated refrain. A ballad is often about love and often sung. A ballad is a story in poetic form. A collection of 305 ballads from England and Scotland, and their American variants, were collected by Francis James Child in the late 19th century - an example is shown below.
Langston Hughes , John Greenleaf Whittier,
Free Verse is a form of Poetry composed of either rhymed or unrhymed lines that have no set fixed metrical pattern. The early 20th-century poets were the first to write what they called "free verse" which allowed them to break from the formula and rigidity of traditional poetry. The poetry of Walt Whitman provides many illustrations of Free Verse including his poem "Song of Myself".
T.S. Eliot, Walt Whitman
English (or Shakespearean) sonnets are lyric poems that are 14 lines long falling into three coordinate quatrains and a concluding couplet. Italian (or Petrarchan) sonnets are divided into two quatrains and a six-line sestet.
Shakespeare,
“poems” http://www.types-of-poetry.org.uk/24-free-verse.htm
RUN
I run I run, I even do it for fun
Running is not a sport, but a way of life
Running is what I enjoy to do
Run all day, Run all night
Running is great and a way of life.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
My poem
. The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
20
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
20
Thursday, October 8, 2009
my iroc (an english sonnet)
i like to drive my camaro all day
i dont drive fast becuse i hate the cops
i dont want it to be taken away
its taking a farmer away from his crops
my car is very fast i know indeed
the color of it is deep maroon
but there is no need to go race and speed
it has a big engine under the hood
all that power i need to go fast
and on top of all that it looks real good
i speed i hope i dont become the past
my eighty eight camaro iroc z
this car was always meant for me
i dont drive fast becuse i hate the cops
i dont want it to be taken away
its taking a farmer away from his crops
my car is very fast i know indeed
the color of it is deep maroon
but there is no need to go race and speed
it has a big engine under the hood
all that power i need to go fast
and on top of all that it looks real good
i speed i hope i dont become the past
my eighty eight camaro iroc z
this car was always meant for me
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