Part I:

 

Once upon a time not so very long ago

Romantics aspired for high class views

While maintaining minds that were opposed to prose.

 

In all their writings they embellished upon

Those with lives that look down and muse

While those with less were all but left alone.

 

In the company of this great upper class

They discovered that their examples accrued

As they related life and all the struggles it has.

 

When relaying stories with all this grandeur

Beautiful depictions and exotic language was used

With dramatic stories that great people endured.

 

The list of gripping stories and thrilling legends,

The descriptive presence of these pieces includes.

The rhyme scheme itself has traditional sets

 

And the style is seen as the standard and common

Because of the pivotal change it ensued.

In one century it turned the world of art outside in.

 

However, it all began to come to a complete switch

As a great war forced Romanticism to choose

The gritty parts of life with which to hitch.

 

Part II:

 

During the late 1800’s many changes began to come to pass.

 

These changes were composed of advancements in science

 

as well as America’s Civil War which brought harsh realities in mass.

 

This drastically changed literature as communication became fast

 

And images were unavoidable and imprinted on the brains lens.

 

With the war bringing more pain and technology spreading it faster,

 

It became impossible to hide from its effects or think outside of yourself.

 

As the day to day and the personal became the adventure,

 

Unrealistic and distant was the romanticism that came before.

 

Rather than the elevated, the focus was on what the people felt.

 

The flowery language was replaced with simply telling it how it is

 

And the stories focused on the menial yuck of the day rather than glory.

 

The mood looked on the struggle and the journey life gives

 

Rather than the success or possibilities not yet bridged,

 

Which means this Realism gives a more pessimistic story.

 

Without the glitz or the glamour, it just sees the emotion of the moment.

 

As each person perceives the world from a different viewpoint,

 

So multiple variations of this genre came and went.

 

Two of these variations stand out alone from the ones that can't

 

These were psychological, I think, and naturalism joint.

 

Psychological realism was more abstract than the others

 

Instead of what was tangible in the physical world,

 

It thought about what was tangible in the mental covers.

 

Though some may consider thoughts unreliable and wonders,

 

Everywhere you go thought’s hands are wrapped and curled.

 

Therefore, what we face in our heads,

 

Effects where we face in our lives,

 

And to talk about thoughts is to speak of life as it threads.

 

For thoughts intertwine our day from awake to our beds.

 

This genre speaks of all our real internal cries.

 

Born and raised from similar lives, naturalism came

 

As some people viewed the physical things of life to be grasped,

 

Worthy of being discussed, written, spoken, and sang.

 

You are who you are cause environment wrote your name.

 

You act how you act cause of acts from the past.

 

He who lives by the sword, will die by the sword

 

And every action taken, will have an equal returned.

 

Just as a storm rolls down when it pours

 

So will he who has been rained upon, attack life with a storm.

 

And as a tree that is planted and in the ground secured

 

Yet when something gets in the way, the tree will turn

 

As it finds a new way to live, though now with a different life.

 

Strangely shaped it may be but through it all undeterred

 

It will press on with a twist, whether hard or softly firred.

 

So when difficulties affect people, we will adapt to strife.

 

These two different types of Realism only specified

 

While the overarching theme continued to remain true.

 

Life was hard in this time and right now was being tried

 

Thus, right now was spoken of as all else could be lies.

 

Though real life was crazy, words always came through.

 

Part III:

 

Less is more, therefore,

Modernisms voice will roar.

 

…

 

No.

Not only that, but that is one fact of the way in which this works.

 

For Modernism cannot be defined by so few words just like calling a Savior just another boy.

 

Modernism changed the world through its ploys as it watched through a kaleidoscope.

 

Fighting also caused this change as World War changed the world view.

 

Since reality could not be escaped, it was time to bring a new view for the eyes.

 

Time to break away from the assumptions that trapped, and push predictions to the past.

 

Whether less words or more, the point is to surprise.

 

By doing this it gives a spark that gives new light to the heart of the hearers.

 

To describe things in a new way is to bring a change.

 

And my! How the world needed some change.

 

A trip back to the future of the simpler.

 

In the past, there was too much complications that clouded the freedom.

 

Why limit when you can let loose?

 

So the reigns were loosed and unruly rulers were shortened as we rode free.

 

To break from the chains of doing things right to making things simple insight and practical in newness of life.

 

This meant the poetry abandoned both word choices and rhyme scheme of the archaic.

 

As this form of freedom painted a mosaic that had a different gleam every time you looked at it.

 

So let’s tell things how it is in a way you think it isn't.

 

This is Modernism. And it changed the world we live in.

 

Part IV

 

Well that was a failure.

 

At least that’s what Post-

 

Modernists thought.

 

We’re missing out

 

On the many sides of life

 

By looking through a kaleidoscope

 

When we could look through two.

 

Or perhaps,

 

A telescope.

 

Or combine them both

 

And learn from all.

 

Because everything seen

 

Has something to offer.

 

Insight is useless

 

Without hindsight

 

Or foresight.

 

To hear the cry

 

From all sides

 

Is to be well rounded

 

After all.

 

Maybe we've been wrong

 

All along

 

And what is wrong

 

Is actually right?

 

We’ll never know

 

Until we try

 

And left that side.

 

Give a megaphone

 

To those who are

 

Silenced.

 

Put up a sign

 

And proclaim their name.

 

Put it on a post

 

And commonize,

 

Modernize.

 

Postmodernism will speak

 

Until all are speechless.

 

Then we can decide

 

Who’s correct

 

And who’s right.