Poetry: Definition and Types
Poetry (from the Latin Poeta, a poet) is a form of literary art in which language is used for its aesthetic and evocative qualities in addition to, or in lieu of, its apparent meaning. poetry may be written independently, as discrete poems, or may occur in conjunction with other arts, as in poetic drama, hymns, lyrics, or prose poetry. its published in dedicated magazines, individual collections, and anthologies.
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Elements of Poetry
- Prosody
- Rhythm
- Meter
- Rhyming Schemes
- Ottava rim
- Terza rima
- Form
- Lines and stanzas
Forms of Poetry
- Sonnet
- Jintishi
- Sestina
- Villanelle
- Pantoum
- Rondeau
- Roundel
- Tanka
- Haiku
- Ruba'i
- Sijo
- Ode
- Ghazal
- Acrostic
- Canzone
- Cinquain
Other Forms
- Carmina figurata
- Concrete poetry
- Fixed verse
- Folk song
- Free Verse
- Limerick
- Minnesang
- Murabba
- Pastourelle
- Poetry slam
- stev
- Yoik
Poetry Genres
- Narrative Poetry
- Epic Poetry
- Dramatic Poetry
- Satirical Poetry
- Lyric Poetry
- Elegy
- Verse Fable
- Prose poetry
NEUTRAL TONES
We stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;
--They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Your eyes on the me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles of years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro
On which lost the more by our love.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
alive enough to have strength to die;
And g grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing........
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face,and the God-curst sun,and tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
To The Moon
What have you looked at, Moon,
In your time,
Now long past your prime ?'
'O,I have looked at, often looked at
Sweet,sublime,
Sore things,shudderful,night and Moon
In my time.'
'What have you mused on,Moon,
In your day,
So aloof, so far away?'
'O,I have mused on, often mused on
Growth, decay,
Nations alive, dead,mad,as woon,
In my day!'
'Have you much wondered, Moon,
On your round,
Self-wrapt, beyond Earth's bounds?'
'Yes,I have wondered, often wondered
At the sounds
Reaching me of the human tune
On my rounds'
'What do you think of it, Moon.
As you go ?
'O, I think of it, often think of it
As a show
God ought surely to shut up soon,
As i go.'
In your time,
Now long past your prime ?'
'O,I have looked at, often looked at
Sweet,sublime,
Sore things,shudderful,night and Moon
In my time.'
'What have you mused on,Moon,
In your day,
So aloof, so far away?'
'O,I have mused on, often mused on
Growth, decay,
Nations alive, dead,mad,as woon,
In my day!'
'Have you much wondered, Moon,
On your round,
Self-wrapt, beyond Earth's bounds?'
'Yes,I have wondered, often wondered
At the sounds
Reaching me of the human tune
On my rounds'
'What do you think of it, Moon.
As you go ?
'O, I think of it, often think of it
As a show
God ought surely to shut up soon,
As i go.'
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