Free Verse Poem
Transcript: After the Sea-Ship—after the whistling winds; After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes, Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks, Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship: Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying, Waves, undulating waves—liquid, uneven, emulous waves, Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves, Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface; After the sea ship by Walt Whitman By: Lily Perdelwitz, Taylor Lupacchino, Greta Kuhnly and JeanMarie Jatkowski Winter Poem by Nikki Giovanni once a snowflake fell on my brow and i loved it so much and i kissed it and it was happy and called its cousins and brothers and a web of snow engulfed me then i reached to love them all and i squeezed them and they became a spring rain and i stood perfectly still and was a flower Bowl By: Jon Silkin Free verse poems have no set pattern or rhythm. Their are no rules in line length. Free-verse Poems JeanMarie 1.) In free -verse keep the words that belong together on the same line - some poets break the words to create a visual shape - if you want special emphasis on a word put it on a line alone Example C Example B Example A The beggar's bowl is formed from hand Hunger keeps them there, rigid;inside Crouches a blessing from the sun; Below; the dried bones of starvation. No milk; and no wine. You, into this gnarled hand put Bread, and drop meat; raw, Boned and moist, but donate no pity. How to write a free-verse poem Caring for Animals by Jon Silkin I ask sometimes why these small animals with bitter eyes, why we should care for them. I question the sky , the serene blue water, But it cannot say. It gives no answer. An no answer releases in my head A procession of gray shades patched and whimpering Dogs with clipped , wheezing cart horses. A play without shadow and without thought. Is it with these menaces to our vision With this procession led by a man carrying wood. We must be concerned? The holy land , the rearing Green Island should be kindlier than this. yet the animals, our ghosts , need tending to Take in the whipped cat and the blinded owl. Take up a man-trapped squirrel upon your shoulder Attend to the unnecessary beasts. From growing mercy and a moderate love, Great love for the human animal occurs. And your love grows. Your great love grows and grows. Format