Poems- Lyrical

When you think of lyrical poems you probably are thinking of songs. While lyrics now refer to words in a song, lyrical poems do not tell a story but they instead express the feelings and thoughts of the poet. Lyrical poems come in many forms including sonnets, ballads, and odes.

These days, these types of poems do not have to rhyme or be set to a beat or music. Even so, much of lyrical poems is written with a meter based on the number of syllables or stress. Some types of meters include the trochaic (two syllables, with a long or stressed syllable then a short one or unstressed syllable) or Pyrrhic meters (two unstressed syllables). There are more but those are some meters. Some people even mix different types of meters together.

Example of Lyrical Poem
If by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son! 


So, have you ever written one? If you have or you would like to try one, would you mind sharing it with us? 


Sincerely,
Peony