By: Gates Harrell and Ryan Schrimper
This is a Free Verse Poem
Free Verse, mostly
Jumble of actions
Mostly thoughtless, directionless,
Hardly worth noting or reading but
Some precious moments writ
in swift o'er haiku
Like breathless nature sights.
These pierce gray clouds and smog
With beams of bright fire
Or cold spheres fall for growth.
And some formality exists to give
A structure to my life; a meaning found
Such purpose, depth I love and yet I'm bound
I, in these tight restraints, in tension live
This fence keeps in the good so in I stay
Until I tire and leap beyond the walls back into freeverse
Which, as I said,
Is the greater mass of my life.
Nairn, D (April 10, 2007). Life. retrieved February 25 2014 , from Poem Hunter Web Site: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-289/
This is an example of a concrete poem.
This is an example for a narrative poem.
Dance of Life
It began with a dance
Unbounded in freedom
Far away from self immersion
With elements of mystery
Tucked into an impossibility
Shaking off years of prejudices
Creating a narrative arc
Shifting from one perch to another
With excitement of learning waning
With perversities growing up
Soft landing in limbo
With rare spasms of good luck
Life warped and twisted
There is little option than to find
A niche of ease inside myself
And take it as a last chance.
Mishra, N. "Dance of Life" Poem Hunter. January 17, 2010. Poem Hunter. February 25, 2014 <http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-of-life-7/>.
This is an example of a haiku poem.
With changing seasons
tiny buds wake up and yawn
spring is in the air.
This is an example of a ballads poem
Burns, H. "Changing Seasons" Poem Hunter. August 20, 2013. Poem Hunter. February 25, 2014 <http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-changing-seasons-syllable-count-5-7-5/>.
The Gothic Ballad Poem
I walk carelessly down the dark road
My heavy black boots constantly clicking
Clicking on the cold cement
My long black and velvet Trench coat
Billowing in the slight breeze
My Chest slightly rising under my tight corset
My chains on my pants jingling together
As I walk down this Moon lit road
Staring up at the midnight moon
This is the ballad
The ballad of the lost
Of the silent warriors
Of the people you pass by and call freaks
Of the people
Who will save your soul
For our souls are pure
Our souls sing this ballad
The ballad of the night
The ballad of the pure hearts
Gekido, A. "The Gothic Ballad Poem" Poem Hunter. April 20, 2011. Poem Hunter. February 25, 2014 <http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gothic-ballad/>.