Types of Poetry Types of Poetry I Narrative Poetry Poetry by fmouton

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									Types of Poetry
I. Narrative Poetry

Poetry that tells a story
“Madame and her Madam”
                                                 Langston Hughes

I worked for a woman,       I said, Madame,
She wasn’t mean –           Can it be
But she had a twelve room   You trying to make a
House to clean.             Pack-horse out of me?


Had to get breakfast,       She opened her mouth
Dinner, and supper, too –   She cried, Oh, no!
Then take care of her       You know, Alberta,
children
                            I love you so!
When I got through.

                            I said, Madame,
Wash, iron, and scrub,
                            This may be true –
Walk the dog around –
                            But I’ll be dogged
It was too much,
                            If I love you!
Nearly broke me down.
II. Epitaph

A short statement or poem in
  memory of a dead person, usually
  put on a headstone.
  R.I.P.


 Stranger! Approach this spot with gravity!
 John Brown is filling his last cavity!
                                          -Unknown Dentist, Scotland


  Here lies the body
  Of Jonathan Blake
  Stepped on the gas
  Instead of the brake.
                               - accident victim in Uniontown, Pennsylvania


She did it the hard way.
                                      -Bette Davis
III. Lyric Poetry
Poetry that expresses a speaker’s
  personal thoughts or senses.
  A. Ode – lyric poem written about a
    dignified, lofty subject.
  B. Elegy – highly formal verse focusing
    on death or any other solemn
    subject.
  C. Song – the most common form of
    lyric poetry.
  D. Sonnet – 14 line poem usually about
    love.
“The Crazy Woman”
                                 Gwendolyn Brooks

I shall not sing a May song,
A May song should be gay.
I’ll wait until November
An sing a song of gray.


I’ll wait until November
That is the time for me.
I’ll go out in the frosty dark
And sing most terribly.


All the little people
Will stare at me and say,
“That is the Crazy Woman
Who would not sing in May.”

								
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