POETRY

The writings of a poet.

Something that is very
beautiful or graceful.
Is probably the most
sophisticated of all literary
genres. Your Filipino ancestors,
through oral tadition, shared
epics, proverbs, riddles, and
folksongs in poetic form – with
a specific formal scheme in
which they strictly followed.
 Writer and literary critic Gemino Abad
has written that the journey to creating
a local poetic identity has been
continually transformed by the
different colonizers who have stayed in
the country and the continued
fascination with languages – be it
English, Filipino, Visayan, Bikolano,
and so much more.
Elements of Poetry:
1. Formalist – a method,
style, way of thinking, etc.
that shows very careful
attention to traditional
forms and rules.
2. Senses and Images – are used by
the writer to describe their
impression of their topic or object of
writing.
The writer uses carefully chosen
and phrased words to create a
imagery that the reader can see
through his or her senses
Kinds of Sense Impression in
Poetry:
1. Visual Imagery – what the writers want you to
see.
2. Olfactory imagery – what the writer wants you
to smell.
3. Gustatory imagery- what the writer wants you
to taste.
4. Tactile imagery – what the writers wants you to
feel.
5. Auditory imagery – what the writer wants you
to hear.
3. Diction – the clearness of a person’s
speech; the way in which words are used in
speech or writing.
- is another important element in
Filipino poetry. In fact, Filipino writers are
very careful of the way they write and the
words they use to form their poems.
- Diction is denotative and connotative
meaning of the words in a sentence, phrase,
paragraph, or poem.
4. Rhyme Scheme – I the way the
authors arrange words, meters, lines,
and stanzas to create a coherent
sound when the poem is read out
loud.
- it may be formal or informal,
depending on the way the poem was
written by the poet.
 GABU
By Carlos Angeles

The battering restlessness of the sea

Insist a tidal fury upon the beach
At Gabu, and its pure consistency
Havocs the wasteland hard within its
reach.
Brutal the daylong bashing of its heart
Against the seascape where, for miles
around,

Farther than sight itself, the rock-stone

part
And drop into the elemental wound.
The waste of centuries is grey and dead
And neutral where the sea has beaches its brine,
Where the spilt salt of its heart lies spread
Among the dark habiliments of time.

The vital splendor misses. For here, here

At Gabu where the ageless tide recurs
All things forfeited are most loved and dear.

It is the sea pursues a habit of shores.