Celso Da Silva April 13, 2003
What makes poetry unique when compared to other forms of literature?
Poetry is literature art. Art involving
language verses, imagery, and figurative
language. The purpose of involving these characteristics is to paint a picture in
the reader’s mind or make the reader
experience a certain feeling or to spark
vivid imagination. The word, “Poetry” comes
from the Greek words poesis which stands for “creating” or “making.” (encarta.msn.com/encnet/refpages/RefArticle.aspx?refid=761568296)
Poetry has some very distinct characteristics which include inspiration of emotion, imagination, and evocation. Mechanical characteristics involve form, rhythm and meter. Contrasting prose, poetry is specific. It is also common to find a lot of meaning within a short phrase or line. Poetry is made up of verses instead of sentences and paragraphs. A Poem can be almost any shape or size. There are several types of poems. Some poems may be a phrase or 3 pages long.
There are several things poems include that make them interesting or vivid. Some of these things include metaphors, hyperboles, irony, personification, similes, symbols, understatements, assonance, consonance, dialogue, rhymes, onomatopoeia, repetition, conflicts, setting, themes, and tone. When used right these techniques can wrap the reader into the poem or make a picture come alive in the reader’s head.
The base of the poem is getting an idea across to the reader. However, the sweet part is the allusion behind it mixed in with generous amounts of all the things that make a poem beautiful; figurative language. Like everything else too much of anything is bad so when a poem uses an excess of any of the techniques it does the adverse effect and the few words that are supposed to hold great meaning become useless rambling.
In my opinion I find poetry beautiful and inspirational. The sad part is that I have difficulty understanding allusions within poems. Poetry has been many people’s source of hope, inspiration and even strength for thousands of years and I think poetry will be around as long as the human race has the ability to write, think and speak.
Ok well now u gotta read some DOPE JUNK!:-D
It was the summer of love and I thank the stars above
Because the women took the lovin over me
And just to gain her trust, I bought a microbus
Because I sold off my personal property
A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic mess
We toured to the north, south, east and west
We sold some mushroom tea,
Sold some ecstasy,
Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCP
Now I hear the police coming after me
Now I hear the police coming after me
The one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,
She's got the police coming after me
I smoke two joints in the morning
I smoke two joint at night
I smoke two joint in the afternoon
It makes me feel all right
I smoke two joints in time of peace
And two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
And then I smoke two more
Daddy he once told me,
"Son, you be hard workin' man"
And momma she once told me,
"Son, you do the best you can"
Then one day I meet a man,
He came to me and said,
"Hard work good and hard work fine,
but first take care of head"
Whoa rock me to the night
Ja say
We took this trip to Garden Grove
It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the door
It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme
I got the microwave, got the VCR
I got the deuce-deuce in the trunk of my car, oh yeah
If you only knew all the love that I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
You're a fool, don't fuck around with my dog
All that I can see I steal, I fill up my garage
Cause in my mind
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I found
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound
It's you
It's that shit stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting through a shitty band
Getting dog shit on my hands
Getting hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on a freeway
Feeling depressed everyday
Leaving without making a sound
Picking my dog at the pound
Living in a tweaker pad
Getting yelled at by my dad
Saying I'm happy when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot
All these things I do
They're waiting for you.
that was BRAD yes yes indeed BRAD is the absolute man R.I.P. dude your forever the best....
this is now 311
Along the way to close my eyes
I lost where I was going
the more it will spin
the more that I try
to stop my mind flowing away, away
to all that I despise
along the way to close my eyes
You can't be let down if you don't expect the world
expect to lay awake and by your sleeping girl
if somebody cares then there is no way you can tell
cursed consciousness is your private hell
ok and now for your stuff, i hope you injoied da masta pieces yo!
Fish Dish
Give a man a fish to make a dish
And you will feed him for a day
But teach a man how to fish
And help keep his hunger away.
Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
The reason why I chose this poem is because it's wisdom and truthful
message.
If you put everything a person needs in it's hands it will be very hard for
it to do get it's needs when you are not there anymore. Instead if you teach
the person how to get what it needs, it will survive and live happily even when
you are not there anymore.
The Teenager's Sorrow
Beautiful is what we call,
The features of a model's face,
Where age moves ever so slowly,
Never leaving a trace.
Man has created a mold,
Of what beauty should be,
Has made sure that beauty,
Is something you can only see.
And though maturity and age,
Are excuses to remain unfazed,
What once was meant for education,
Has become a fashion show stage.
Criticism home,
And the virus of the nation,
We leave our homes and enter,
Modern day segregation.
So plagued we become
By unattainable perfection,
Sickened to the core,
By such constant rejection,
Because we've cannot accept,
What we truly are,
We cannot accept,
Perfection is too far,
So we try and we try,
And we fall, and we fall,
And never realize,
No ones perfect or beautiful at all.
Welcome to high school
When I read this poem I was really impressed. This is the truth about
High School. Each one of us has been influenced by the media what beauty is,
especially in high school we can see how important for us "looki good" is. Each
one of us is a victim of what we believe beauty is but at the end that beauty
fades and what we are left with is our personality, our real character as human
beings. When we leave HIGH SCHOOL we'll realize that but until than for all of
us freshman...WELCOME TO THE FASHION SHOW STAGE HIGH SCHOOL.