a verse form of 14 lines with a fixed rhyme scheme

a mournful poem; a lament for the dead

poetry that does not rhyme or have a regular meter

a pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables in verse

patterns / similarities in final sounds of two or more lines

a quality that reveals the attitudes of the author

The __________ is the beat of the poem.

Two or more words that end with the same sound is called _______________

A grouping of two or more lines of a poem in terms of length, metrical form, or rhyme scheme.

The central idea, message, or moral of a literary work

Which of the following pairs of words rhyme?

What are stanzas?

This pen is perfect,

Just right for my size.

This pen is indeed perfect,

But there is something I despise.

The lid is cracked and

The ink is running low.

The pen is a little crooked.

I guess it is a little old, but

Otherwise everything is fine.

This pen is my favorite

With its words still engraved

And its healthy green glow.

Isolation quickly overwhelms me

Begging for forgiveness, a fallen hand

Desolation I now begin to see

Hanging by a thin thread, a single strand

I watch them… Their fears, their misbehaviour

Mistreat, abuse…. Completely unaware

I am the land, their glorious saviour

Someday they will learn to treat me with care

I wish they would learn to trust each other

To join as one, to stand strong together

A bond, a band and a mighty brother

Forever as one, a powerful tether

You may not know, that fear is their captor

So you may not see each special factor

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

Peace is...

When you are outside on a nice warm day

With a cold glass of yellow lemonade.

Slurp, slurp, slurp.

Feeling the warm sun on my back,

Rubbing my hands through the wet green grass,

Listening to the birds singing a distance away.

Quiet...

Now that's PEACE!