Poetry Project

Perri Eason - Period 4

Lyric Poems

A lyric poem is a short poem with songlike qualities.


To Celia by Ben Johnson

Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st back to me:
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.

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Narrative Poems

A narrative poem is a poem that tells a story.


Mariaka, Love and Betrayal by Lewis Nyaga

The story is retold with great relish

Its the great chief who precipitated

The great war by his love endeavors

Its the great chief who led us to war

The great chief loved the royal princess

Sister to Mariaka making her pregnant

Shamed for conceiving out of wedlock

She committed the abominable suicide

Mariaka was now to ascend the throne

After her beloved sister had departed

She asked for gifts from the great chief

Which great chief you delayed in bringing

Mariaka was angry at you great chief

Saddened by the loss of her elder sister

She took the advice of the malicious elders

In the war she aided the imperialist enemy

Troops of warriors from Mariaka's tribe

Aided the colonizers in fighting our people

Our own in-laws fighting us to great losses

Loss of life and the sanity of our people

Great chief you were unable make peace

And the war raged fierce in the slopes

Be my force once again.. never shall be

For great chief this time round you did it

Epic Poems

An epic poem is a lengthy narrative poem that usually contains a serious subject.


Running through a wheat dream Clear skies, worms and flies, my face cries Surrounded by silver streams I stumbled into a valley where sleepness never dies A manger on fire, burning embryo of lies no time for final good-bye's Waking up alone in the middle of a field Rain falls from the sky, to bless my soul Above the silver lining of mirrored clouds I lay a bouquet of flowers on your grave Angered by the thought of my birth Where has my salvation gone? Rescued by the hand, of the one I can not see Tormented in life's final step Silent mistreated never understand Arid of hate dooming everyday Something evil ruins the last hold of my hand My mouth hit by the door, when I pray A ricochet shot when my life was revealed Fallen in and out, after unwanted betrayal tounges Alone with my reflection is where I stand Broken Mirrors, the only thing I see! 7 years of current bad luck.