The most common types of poetry and their examples
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There was a Young Lady whose chin Resembled the point of a pin: So she had it made sharp, And purchased a harp, And played several tunes with her chin. - Edward Lear
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed. But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. ~William Shakespeare
"JOHN HENRY" Some say he's from Georgia, Some say he's from Alabam, But it's wrote on the rock at the Big Ben Tunnel, That he's an East Virginia Man, That he's an East Virginia man.
John Henry was a steel drivin' man, He died with a hammah in his han', Oh, come along boys and line the track For John Henry ain't never comin' back, For John Henry ain't never comin' back.
"Sudden Baldness" a brief, funny poem "Oh my!" the portly gent called out. "I cannot find my hair. I washed and put it out to dry, and now it isn't there!"
In the cicada's cry No sign can foretell How soon it must die.
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put Humpty together again ~Mother Goose
From "Little Father" Li-Young Lee (1957- ) I buried my father in my heart. Now he grows in me, my strange son, My little root who won't drink milk, Little pale foot sunk in unheard-of night, Little clock spring newly wet In the fire, little grape, parent to the future Wine, a son the fruit of his own son, Little father I ransom with my life.
"What The Doctor Said" He said it doesn't look good he said it looks bad in fact real bad he said I counted thirty-two of them on one lung before I quit counting them I said I'm glad I wouldn't want to know about any more being there than that he said are you a religious man do you kneel down in forest groves and let yourself ask for help when you come to a waterfall mist blowing against your face and arms do you stop and ask for understanding at those moments I said not yet but I intend to start today he said I'm real sorry he said I wish I had some other kind of news to give you I said Amen and he said something else I didn't catch and not knowing what else to do and not wanting him to have to repeat it and me to have to fully digest it I just looked at him for a minute and he looked back it was then I jumped up and shook hands with this man who'd just given me something no one else on earth had ever given me I may have even thanked him habit being so strong - Raymond Carver
come, my sacred tortoiseshell lyre, speak; let my music give you voice —Sappho, fragment 118
I am a very special shape I have three points and three lines straight. Look through my words and you will see, the shape that I am meant to be. I'm just not words caught in a tangle. Look close to see a small triangle. My angles add to one hundred and eighty degrees, you learn this at school with your abc's. Practice your maths and you will see, some other fine examples of me.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. from William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet in iambic pentameter
"Here Captain! dear father!/This arm beneath your head;/It is some dream that on deck,/You've fallen cold and dead."-"O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman about Lincoln's death