Ballad

Ballad of the Broken Heart

Standing on one side of the bridge
You on the other
Burned at both ends
of the times we spent with one another
As the bridge slowly crumbles apart
A melody starts to play
The Ballad of the Broken Heart

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Reminiscing of a secret love affair

Wallowing in the pits of despair

Lyric

This isn't the ending

Its a brand new start
As a melody begins to play
The Ballad of the Broken Heart
For a wounded heart time does not heal
Only gives it a better conceal
In the beginning like a flower our love
arose
To end this chapter
The book will close
From within, the music will start
Hail! Sing; sing aloud to the melody
The Ballad of the Broken Heart
-Carl Leiland

My Song Is You...
In the song of life, all lyrics need a
melody.
You are the lyric and you are the
melody.
You are the lyric of my heart and of my
soul.
The beauty of the rose, speaks a lyric
of love.
Love, speaks a lyric of you.
The silent lyric of goodness, echoes
from within you.
My heart, speaks the lyric of love...to
only you.
Let the words...the lyric...that bind,
pass between us.
Let the lyric, of you...of me...be as one.
A million words I can speak of you and
the lyrics

would be the same...I love you now. I

always will
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Diamante

Cinquain
Night Day

Dinosaurs

Night

Lived once,
Long ago, but
Only dust and dreams
Remain
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Dark black
Sleeping snoring hooting
Owls

possums sun

people

Swimming playing drawing

Light bright
Day
- By:Rachel Wurts

Limerick

Clerihew

Kooky Teacher Named Mrs. Bower

Isle of Man

There once was a kooky teacher named

Mrs. Bowers,
To write a simple poem like this would
take her quite a few hours,
Till one day she found hidden powers,
Then she could write stacks of paper
taller than towers.

There was a young lady of station

"I love man" was her sole exclamation
But when men cried, "You flatter"
She replied, "Oh! no matter
Isle of Man is the true explanation"
- Lewis Carroll

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Haiku
Snow
Snow falling slowly
Blanketing the trees and road
Silence and beauty.
-Anonymous

Tanka
Snowy Mountains
Beautiful mountains
Rivers with cold, cold water.
White cold snow on rocks
Trees over the place with frost
White sparkly snow everywhere.
-Anonymous

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Westward toward the neighboring

forest
Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo,
Passed the bees, the honey-makers,
Burning, singing in the sunshine.
Bright above him shown the heavens,
Level spread the lake before him;
From its bosom leaped the sturgeon,
Aparkling, flashing in the sunshine;
On its margin the great forest
Stood reflected in the water,
Every tree-top had its shadow,
Motionless beneath the water.
From the brow of Hiawatha
Gone was every trace of sorrow,
As the fog from off the water,
And the mist from off the meadow.
With a smile of joy and triumph,
With a look of exultation,
As of one who in a vision
Sees what is to be, but is not,
Stood and waited Hiawatha.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfelld
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Epic Poem
Hiawatha's Departure
By the shore of Gitchie Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of his wigwam,
In the pleasant Summer morning,
Hiawatha stood and waited.
All the air was full of freshness,
All the earth was bright and joyous,
And before him through the sunshine,

Grue
Little Willies
Willie poisoned fathers tea;
Father died in agony
Mother looked extremely vexed;
Really Will, she said, whats next?

With thee
O let me rise
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day thy victories,
Then shall the fall further the flight in
me.
- George Herbert (1593-1633)

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Pattern
from Easter Wings
Lord, who createdest man in
wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
Most poore:

Sonnet
Red Blushed And All Cut Up
By Paul McCann
Talking to myself there
Someone had overheard.
I was lost for a word.
There was nothing to share.
Embarrassed I was there.
Left awkward and absurd .

A broken wingless bird.

With nowhere to fly there.
Caught red faced there was I.
Didn't want to be seen.
I just wanted to die.
I just wanted to scream.
I'm so terribly shy.
Lost for words it would seem.

O Captain My Captain
by Walt Whitman
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and da
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shor

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces tu
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
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You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;

The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed an

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object wo

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Elegy

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Free Verse
After the Sea-Ship
After the Sea-Shipafter the
whistling winds;
After the white-gray sails, taut to
their spars and ropes,
Below, a myriad, myriad waves,

Blank Verse
Excerpt from Macbeth
by
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and
tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to
day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;

hastening, lifting up their necks,

And all our yesterdays have lighted

Tending in ceaseless flow toward the

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief

track of the ship:

candle!

Waves of the ocean, bubbling and

gurgling, blithely prying,
Waves, undulating wavesliquid,
uneven, emulous waves,
Toward that whirling current, laughing
and buoyant, with curves,
Where the great Vessel, sailing and
tacking, displaced the surface
- Walt Whitman

fools

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor

player
That struts and frets his hour upon
the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
- William Shakespeare

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Ode
An Ode to Halloween
I am new to writing poems and I hope I
can learn from all of you.
By the way, I learned how to write this
kind of poem because of
An Ode to Christmas. Thank you very
much!
An Ode to Halloween
When you see a child
In a costume scary and wild
You know it is Halloween.
When kids go trick-or-treats
And get lots and lots of sweets
You know it is Halloween.
When the trees give up their yellow
leaves
And the dead give back their R.I.P.s
You know it is Halloween.
An Ode to scrumptious snacks
An Ode to skeletons that clack
An Ode to Dracula
An Ode to tarantulas
An Ode to Halloween
An Ode to the years best time
An Ode to clocks that chime
An Ode to Halloween

Pastoral Poem
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy
Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost

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Haiku
Cinquain

Cats
I love cats.
I want to have one right now.
Whats its name gonna be?
By: Konsuelo Ramrez

People come and go

People.
They come and go.
They may be friends or foes.
They change your life for good or bad.
Its tough.
By: Konsuelo Ramirez

Grue

Bad Luck Monique

Monique had sons that she loved more
than the sun
One day her boys were gone because of
the shot of a gun.
She asked for help in the traffic jam
But she was so hated no one ever gave
a damn.
By: Konsuelo Ramrez

Limerick
Oh it happens all the time
Embarrassing stories happen all the
time.
And now I will tell you a bit about mine.
It happened to me when I was like five.
I was running with my sister and
feeling alive.
And I hugged a grandmother that was
not mine.
By: Konsuelo Ramrez

Always so yellow and round; making all

my afternoons joyful.
He used to leave to the streets and eat
all he could found but he would always
come back home.
One day he went out as usual but one
god-damned person took him away from
me.
That was the dullest day ever.
I still wish to know where he is now.
By: Konsuelo Ramrez
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Elegy
Murino
He was the best chicken someone could
ask for.