Different Types Of Poems
Alphabet:A young girl was busy working on her project for school
But suddenly she had a question.
Could this be her lucky day?
Deciding to find out, she
Entered her backyard and
Found hundreds of green shamrocks waiting for her.
Autobiographical:
Line 1: __ Your name
Line 2: _, _, _ 3 personal characteristics or physical traits
Line 3: Brother or sister of__ or son/daughter of
Line 4: Who loves__, __, and __ 3 people, things, ideas
Line 5: Who feels__ about__1 emotion about 1 thing
Line 6: Who needs__, __, and __ 3 things you need
Line 7: Who gives __, __, and __3 objects you share
Line 8: Who fears__, __, and __3 items
Line 9: Who'd like to see, __1 place, or person
Line 10: Who dreams of __ 1 item or idea
Line 11: A student of__ your school or teacher's name
Line 12: __ Nickname or repeat your first name
Color Peom:
Orange is feeling in your stomach after an orange soda quenched your thirst.
Orange is the sun after a summer day.
Orange is the sound of a field filled with dandelions blowing in the wind.
Orange is the taste of a pizza that just came out of the oven.
Orange is the sound of a busy bumblebee.
Orange is the taste of cold glass of orange juice.
Orange is the feeling inside you when you accomplish something.
Orange is the sound of a tomato plant growing.
Orange is the color of a carrot that just popped out of the ground.
Orange is the smell of a Tiger-Lily petal.
Orange is the feeling after a baby smiles.
Orange is the color of a brown beaver's incisor.
Orange is the smell of a late July day.
Orange is the feeling of a puppy's fur.
Orange is the color of peach marmalade on a side of toast.
Orange is the sound of a canoe paddling through shallow water.
And orange is a color that is safe and alive.
Diamante:
Pencil
Sharp, skinny
Writing, answering, erasing
Wood, lead, ink, plastic
Drawing, smudging, leaking
Durable, comfortable
Pen
Monster Poem:
The Scrumptious Sweet- Tooth Monster has:
Hershey Kiss Cranium
Peppermint Smirk
Appealing Rock Candy Torso
Red Licorice limbs
Black Licorice appendages
Green and Blue M&M eyes
Bubble gum feet that blow up into hefty bubbles when he scampers
Snout is made of a bulky scoop of rocky road ice cream that is so cold it will never liquefy
Vibrant Colored Chiclets for his choppers
Tootsie Rolls for eyebrows
In a crown form he has Sweet Tarts for locks of hair
Left Fingers are made of grape lollipops
Right Fingers are made of Watermelon lollipops
This is one appetizing monster!
American poems:
America America
The land of the brave
I love you so dearly
But they treat you so bad
The politicians and business men
Treat you like mad
What we once loved is suddenly fading
Our dreams won't come true
Our lives broken for you
We need to preserve the great nation
And turn it from bad
For you are our hope
And everything for we stand
Apologia:
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane,
Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey,
And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain
Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day?
Is it thy will That my Soul's House should be a tortured spot
Wherein, like evil paramours, must dwell
The quenchless flame, the worm that dieth not?
Nay, if it be thy will I shall endure,
And sell ambition at the common mart,
And let dull failure be my vestiture,
And sorrow dig its grave within my heart.
Perchance it may be better so I have not made my heart a heart of stone,
Nor starved my boyhood of its goodly feast,
Nor walked where Beauty is a thing unknown.
Many a man hath done so; sought to fence
In straitened bonds the soul that should be free,
Trodden the dusty road of common sense,
While all the forest sang of liberty,
Not marking how the spotted hawk in flight
Passed on wide pinion through the lofty air,
To where the steep untrodden mountain height
Caught the last tresses of the Sun God¹s hair.
Or how the little flower he trod upon,
The daisy, that white-feathered shield of gold,
Followed with wistful eyes the wandering sun
Content if once its leaves were aureoled.
Crystal Stairs:
Crystal stairs, "Where will you lead,
offering steps in our time of need...
a luminous path from here it seems,
a crystal spiral of lucid dreams?"
Unlike crystallized memories destined never to grow;
you call us toward a future beyond what we know.
Like footsteps heard faintly in ones ear.
A journey of remembering held so dear.
Beyond imagination in a forgotten land,
crystal climbers reach out with a loving hand.
Lifting our hearts like magic it seems,
this staircase of crystal truly is made of dreams.
Spiritual Guides:
Who are they, what do they do?
Where do they come from, are they for me and you?
What do they look like, how do they sound?
Where do you keep them, where are they found?
Can you hear them, see them, touch them
How long do they stay?
Maybe a year, a week or just even a day
Questions you ask of them you see
They are here to help us you and me
To guide and love us through all our years
Keeping away darkness and negative fears
But to find one yourself there’s little to do
Just relax and listen to the true you
The little word or thought in your head
Is it a guide or something you read
My guess is with little effort and care
Your going on a journey so be prepared
To a wonderful place that’s hard to have foreseen
Where your guides are and have always been
Talk to them and listen with ease
To what they say you will be pleased
So now you know your questions fulfilled
Because you took the time your mind you stilled
It doesn’t take much, just a few minutes a day
To meet your guides who have something to say
Words of great wisdom given with love
To spread round the world from up above