The main idea or meaning of a text.
Often, this is an insight about human life revealed in a literary work
Words and phrases that appeal to the five senses.
The poet uses rhyme, rhythm, and/or repetition to help the listener to hear the poem.
The beat of a poem.
phrases or words in a stanza
What a poem looks like
language employing one or more figures of speech (simile, metaphor, imagery, etc.)
comparison using like or as
comparison not using like or as
the use of words that imitate sounds
A figure of speech in which an object or animal is given human feelings, thoughts, or attitudes
The pattern in which rhyme sounds occur in a stanza. Example- the pattern ababbcbcc.”
The repetition of consonant sounds at the BEGINNING of words.
repeated use of sounds, words, or ideas for effect and emphasis in a poem
The division in a poem named for the number of lines it contains.
Super Samson Simpson (two stanzas)by Jack PrelutskyI am Super Samson Simpson,I’m superlatively strong,I like to carry elephants,I do it all day long,I pick up half a dozenand hoist them in the air,it’s really somewhat simple,for I have strength to spare.My muscles are enormous,they bulge from top to toe,and when I carry elephants,they ripple to and fro,but I am not the strongestin the Simpson family,for when I carry elephants,my grandma carries me.
Super Samson Simpsonby Jack PrelutskyI am Super Samson Simpson,I’m superlatively strong,I like to carry elephants,I do it all day long,I pick up half a dozenand hoist them in the air,it’s really somewhat simple,for I have strength to spare.
Drip Dropby Bruce LanskyDrip drop, drip drop,darned rain won’t stop.Dropping on my windowpane,it is driving me insane.
growing upWhatifby Shel SilversteinLast night, while I lay thinking here,some Whatifs crawled inside my earand pranced and partied all night longand sang their same old Whatif song:Whatif I’m dumb in school?Whatif they’ve closed the swimming pool?
Where the Sidewalk Endsby Shel Silverstein (sight, smell, touch, taste)There is a place where the sidewalk endsand before the street begins,and there the grass grows soft and white,and there the sun burns crimson bright,and there the moon-bird rests from his flightto cool in the peppermint wind.
poem/song with a beatWe Will Rock Youby Queen
Twaddletalk Tuckby Jack PrelutskyI’m Twaddletalk Tuck and I talk and I talkand I talk when I run and I talk when I walkand I talk when I hop and I talk when I creepand I talk when I wake and I talk when I sleepand I talk when it’s wet and I talk when it’s dryand I talk when I laugh and I talk when i cryand I talk when I jump and I talk when I landand I talk when I sit and I talk when I standand I talk and I talk into anyone’s earand I talk and I talk when there’s nobody nearand I talk when I’m hoarse and my voice is a squawkfor I’m Twaddletalk Tuck and I talk and I talk.-by Jack Prelutsky
I’ve told you a million times.
The stars danced playfully in the moonlit sky.The ocean danced in the moonlight.
KABOOM!Kaboom!Ka-blastWay in the pastthe miners mined for ore.They searched for copper, iron and salt,for that and much, much more.
He was a stainless steel ruler, tall, straight and always measured in response.