Accent in poetry refers to the stressed portion of a word. For example:
"Let Us make man in Our image,
according to Our likeness;
let them have dominion over the fish of the sea,
over the birds of the air, and over the cattle,
over all the earth and over every creeping thing
that creeps on the earth"
Genesis 26-27
Now depending on where you place the stress in this poem you will get a different meaning. For example, place the stress or accent on 'Our' and suddenly we have more than one God. Place it on 'them' then, there would appear to be a lot of men already there ready to receive planetary rights. Place it strategically on 'fish', 'birds', 'cattle' then you've got a really nice wrap up with accenting the last 'earth' for emphasis. Of course, where to accent in poetry can be of hot debate.
Poetic closure is a term referring to the sense of conclusion that the ending of poems gives. Barbara Herrnstein Smith's detailed study—Poetic Closure: A Study of How Poems End—explores various techniques for achieving a sense of 'closure'. One of the most common techniques is setting up a regular pattern and then breaking it to mark the end of a poem. Another technique is to refer to subject matter that in itself provides a sense of closure: death is the clearest example of this.
Our lives are filled with color from the start,
and Red is the love that comes from our hearts.
Blue is the sadness that drips from our eyes,
but Black is the evil that makes us tell lies.
Green is the shade of jealousy and rage,
and Grey is the hair that comes with old age.
Purple is the mood most misunderstood,
but White is the color that Makes Us Feel Good.
Life is full of meaningful colors,
But Especially White.
So hold on to it tight.
winter came
forgotten souls flying on the oofs
tearly eyes
crying high
side by side
to blow the winds
sonw can't wait for feels
no feels
crowing animals
snow whites slept
hey human
you are forgot
winter came
you are forgot forever
step bystep
side by side
way to way
world to world
winter came
cold
lifeless
with forgotten souls
nothing to do
winter came
