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Here are some different types of poems to try in your classroom or at home for fun. ACROSTIC: In Acrostic poems, the first letters of each line are aligned vertically to form a word. The word often is the subject of the poem. An example is- Elegantly and efficiently shaped Good to eat Great fun to find at Easter Smooth shelled Acrostic poems - ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷
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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.
Another type of alphabet poem requires you to use all 26 letters of the alphabet in your poem. AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL: Write a poem about yourself using this form or another poetry form. 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 BALLAD: Retell an event in history, in the news, or in your life as a ballad. You will want the ballad to rhyme. You may copy the style of other poets. An example is -
Joan of Arc The day was cold, Both armies bold, As hands grasped the ladders, Ramparts were scaled, Arrows were sailed, But the French climbed the Tourelles. Although Joan was hit in the shoulder, The French continued to grow bolder, Even slowly healing in a field, She raised a fiery French revolt,
Just hit by a crossbow bolt, Armor glistening white. The English got cold feet, And began a hasty retreat, As French crawled out of Orleans, Passing the cold river on boards, Attacking English with sharp swords, They set the Tourelles on fire. English Captain Sir Glasdale, Certainly looked very pale, When they found him drowned in the river, Sir Talbot ordered the English forts be left, To avoid anymore French fort theft, And so Orleans was freed. ß CINQUAIN: (History of) Cinquains have five lines Line 1: Title (noun) - 1 word Line 2: Description - 2 words Line 3: Action - 3 words Line 4: Feeling (phrase) - 4 words Line 5: Title (synonym for the title) - 1 word An example is - Mom Helpful, caring Loves to garden Excitable, likes satisfying people Teacher Sammie
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DIAMANTE: The Diamante is a form similar to the Cinquain. The text forms the shape of a diamond. Line 1: Noun or subject - one word Line 2: Two Adjectives that describe line 1 Line 3: Three 'ing words that describe line 1 Line 4: Four nouns - the first two are connected with line 1; the last two are connected with line 7 Line 5: Three 'ing words that describe line 7 Line 6: Two adjectives that describe line 7 Line 7: Noun Synonym for the subject An example is- Pencil Sharp, skinny Writing, answering, erasing Wood, lead, ink, plastic Drawing, smudging, leaking Durable, comfortable Pen By Abbie Diamantes online -
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Here lies Sam Shay, Smoked six packs a day.
He started smoking when he was five. Now that fool is no longer alive. Explorer Poems: Remember In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue? I mentioned that line to my students while we were doing explorer reports, and they assured me they had never heard of it before. So, it made great sense to assign explorer poems. The plan was to start with 5-10 facts about the explorer from their reports. Then we reviewed simple rhyme schemes and discussed poetic license. The students began their poems in class, and then took them home to share (and revise) with parents. 6 + ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ HAIKU: Haiku is Japanese poetry that reflects on nature and feelings. You use your observation skills to write what you see in a new or different way. There are three lines with five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second, and five syllables in the third. Harry Potter haiku - ÷
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Each line must begin differently. The main rule is not to say anything that hurts anyone. LIMERICK: A limerick has five lines. The last words of lines one, two, and five rhyme. The last words of lines three and four rhyme. A limerick has to have a pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables. USUUSUUS USUUSUUS USUUS USUUS USUUSUUS An example is There was an old man from Peru Who dreamed he was eating his shoe He awoke in the night With a terrible fright To discover it was totally true. Limericks online - ÷ ÷÷ ÷ #÷
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MONSTER POEM: Describe an imaginary monster. Try to have a theme (food, sports, animals, school subjects etc.) An example isThe Scrumptious Sweet- Tooth Monster 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! By: Kate RHYMING: Couplets are made up of two lines whose last words rhyme. They are often silly. An example is The cat ate a mouse And then brought it in the house. Triplets are made up of three lines. The rhyming pattern can be AAA or ABA. An example is What a fine day To go out to play In the month of May. Quatrains are made up of four lines. The rhyming pattern can be AABB or ABAB. An example is The Purple Cow Gelett Burgess
I never saw a purple cow, I never hope to see one: But I can tell you, anyhow, I'd rather see than be one.
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È © Angie Flores I have a secret. Something that no one knows. something that no one will ever know. I've kept this secret for 11 years. I hate this secret, for it has been a heavy burden on my back. I have no choice but to keep my mouth shut.
I have no choice but to die with this secret. I have no choice but to let it remain a secret, for the sake of my family. There are times when I was so close to revealing this secret of mine....but never did. It's so hard to know something that you know is wrong and know you must say something but you just can't . I hate secrets but I guess if you knew what it was...you'd keep it secret too. Secrets will haunt you forever... Secrets will eat you alive.. Secrets will cause you pain... My secret shall never surface
Source: Family Secrets, Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/other/poetry.asp?poem=18241#ixzz0xuwCKoct
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È © Aimee Roos I slept in my bed fast asleep I heard nothing not even a peep A break of silence had occurred A hand-like shape had emerged From the window I heard a tap tap tap I took the covers of my lap I went to the window and sighed with relief It was only a branch with one last leaf.
Source: Sleepless Night Fast Asleep, Poems for Kids http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/other/poetry.asp?poem=19499#ixzz0xuwIoJF8
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Source: Love Is, Metaphor Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/other/poetry.asp?poem=20750#ixzz0xuwOM2aG
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", © Jessica The enormous red and black beauty of the sky, Always been free to fly. But since all the little creaturesWith their bows and arrowsInhabited the lands, Freedom is no longer grace. In disbelief that I am the only one of my kind, Always hiding behind the great green vines, Trying to pretend everything is fine. A lonely mystical creature,
A pure, fierce beauty of the empty blue sky. All alone in a big black hole of despair, Weeping over the devastation. The once beautiful, once peaceful land, Is now an unsafe land of ruins. Flying with nothing but peace in my mind, Over the misty mountains, And the colourful fields full of flowers. Hearing the screams of the little creatures. Then, suddenly a sharp silver arrow through the head, Dropping involuntarily to the ground, Like an unwanted piece of meat, Not being able to fend off all the beating and bashing. My soul starts slowly drifting to a more peaceful place, Where my mystical family gracefully fly free, A place with limitless strawberries and daisies. Listening to the, now faint, malicious laughter of those cruel little creatures, A painful, yet calming breeze blows over my lifeless body. Finally free to fly in the wondrous, crystal blue sky. Now I'm not the lonely red and black creature of the empty sky. PEACE!!
Source: A Lonely Dragon, Fantasy Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/other/poetry.asp?poem=22592#ixzz0xuwS8ub1
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© Steven The Dream The dream of getting out. We live in a place where fear walks around like a school yard bully. It͛s in our face every minute of every day. There is a nothingness about fear. We move about our world, trying to avoid our fear. But it͛s everywhere we go. We hide it, disguise it. Store it away. Darkness creeps in. At first, it͛s oh so beautiful. There is no fear. A line. It͛s crossed. Time passes in shades of gray. Everything pure is lost. The child cries out for the light. Cries so loud, but only to a deaf ear. But, what a dream. The dream. The dream of life beyond the darkness. How to attain it? An outstretched hand. A hug. Welcome. Hope brings with it a smile. The smile warms a frozen heart. What was once gray explodes into color. A stair well appears. First one, then two, and slowly to the third step. Must keep going. We find solid ground in which to stand. We ascend the fourth step. And then the fifth disregarding the fear.
We walk right through . We continue the journey one step at a time. No need for getting out. I͛ll stay right here. Steven A
Source: Staying Clean, Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/other/poetry.asp?poem=18221#ixzz0xuwWRRk2
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Grr, why not? The word's won't come out. Sitting here wondering what to write about. I want to make a good poem about something deep and that cares. Something real, not a fairy tale with flying bears. I want to talk about the person I hate. I want to write about my most incredible date. But how do I start? How do you rhyme? Do you just sit and wait it out in time? I've been sitting here for 42 minutes and this is all that has come out. And I just realized this is a poem, I just mixed up things to write about!
Source: Writing A Poem, Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/other/poetry.asp?poem=18756#ixzz0xuwZuzDn
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© Beatrice Alesana-Rennie The eraser erased my bad habits While the pencil drew in new ones The glue stick glued on a whole new face As the scissors cut away my background and past The ball point pen then made the changes permanent While the colored pencils shaded in my body The calculator changed my way of thinking As the sharpener grazed over my rough edges Finally, the ruler I had to measure up to your standards Now me and you We walk, talk and think the same Two moving as one I don͛t even know who I͛ve become What I was before You͛ve changed me more than you͛ll ever know
Source: Inspired By A Friend, Metaphor Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/other/poetry.asp?poem=20011#ixzz0xuwh7LIz
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È` © Maria Someday you'll cry for me, like I cried for you, Someday you'll miss me, like I missed you, Someday you'll need me, like I needed you, Someday you'll love me, but I won't love you.
Source: You'Ll Cry For Me, Short Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/other/poetry.asp?poem=22200#ixzz0xuwkiL00
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, © Frank Set forth towards the light For it will be a lonely night As long as I live As far as I see This is no place for me to be. Wired till the end This will be my only friend. Voices in my head Telling me I͛m already dead. Hanging from my last limb While the lights begin to slowly dim. So set forth towards the light For it will be a lonely night.
Source: Lonely Nights, Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/other/poetry.asp?poem=18467#ixzz0xuwoVtEO
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1 © Thandeka She rise at the wee hour, be timing sunrise. Her soul is awake, cleansed by the heavenly dreams confronted the night prior. Unyathela ngokuzotha with her bare feet.
Calmly she walks as she prepares to purify her body, for she͛s aware of sin committed without her knowledge on her path of sleep. Unwrapping to wash and wrap yet again her head; with a turban picked from a vast selection. A ala moseme to pass a short and sweet prayer- for her Lord͛s praises are always on her lips. Inside her lengthy brown lacy skirt swaying; like a swan she strolls, curves so enticing calls for adoration reminding her of the deep golden pouch she opts to save, and reap for harvest in time. Face so tranquilabsorbs all nature͛s empyreal creation. Mature touch she has, invigorating from top to bottom, aligning situations at home and elsewhere. Wisdom of her words is a gracious appetite to wise menbut only scorned by fools. Energy within her is Power reflected on the surface, From a bloomy face to nonpareil garments she͛s remarkable. She is on a pedestal braced with prestige- for she is Power Girl͙Her Jezebel͛s eyes have male species floundering over her; she goes on to persist to resist as she provokes the attention that fills her Ego with pride; she knows of no men with testimony against her. Blow and burst on, you over lashing dynamite. And be of classic treasure to them other young maiden͙ I wear electrifying strength known not to the ordinary. For Power Girl; I am!
Source: Power Girl, Fantasy Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/other/poetry.asp?poem=23411#ixzz0xuwsPe00
