8. Poetry as an art form may have predated literacy. Some of the earliest poetry is believed to have been orally recited or sung . Following the development of writing, poetry has since developed into increasingly structured forms, though much poetry since the late 19th century has moved away from traditional forms towards the more vaguely defined free verse and prose poem formats.
9. What is generally accepted as "great" poetry is debatable in many cases. "Great" poetry usually follows the characteristics listed above, but it is also set apart by its complexity and sophistication. "Great" poetry generally captures images vividly and in an original, refreshing way, while weaving together an intricate combination of elements like theme tension, complex emotion, and profound reflective thought. For examples of what is considered "great" poetry, visit the Pulitzer prize and Nobel prize sections for poetry. Poetry may be written independently, as discrete poems, or may occur in conjunction with other arts, as in poetic drama, hymns or lyrics.
10. It can and should be an important part of our daily lives. Poems can inspire and make us think about what it means to be a member of the human race. By just spending a few minutes reading a poem each day, new worlds can be revealed. Tip : Guys, you will score a lot of points, if you read romantic poetry to your lady today.
11. Celebrate this month in any or all of the following ways: * Read poetry * Hold a poetry reading hour or party * Listen to poetry * Write your own poetry....someday it may be looked upon as great!
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15. The Old English epic poem Beowulf is written in alliterative verse and paragraphs , not in lines or stanzas .
25. Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. by William Shakespeare