Types and Styles of Poems

Multiple Choice

What kind of poem is this?

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.

• Haiku

• Limerick

• Sonnet

• Quatrain

• Couplet

Multiple Choice

What kind of poem is this?

Over the wintry

Forest, winds howl in rage

With no leaves to blow.

• Haiku

• Limerick

• Couplet

• Sonnet

• Free Verse

Multiple Choice

What kind of poem is this?

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day…

• Free Verse

• Limerick

• Haiku

• Sonnet

• Couplet

Multiple Choice

What kind of poem is this?

No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.

• Free Verse

• Couplet

• Limerick

• Quatrain

• Sonnet

Multiple Choice

It is a fact: two dogs are much more fun.
They roll together in the house and play.
Sometimes a ball's involved and then they run.
It happens almost every single day.

So is it work, just like my mother said?
More walks, more mess, yes more trips to the vet.
A search for sitters—or stay home instead.
While this is all true, I have no regret.

They cuddle close and lick my happy face
They fill the house with laughs and so much joy.
They make my home-time fun at such a pace
That they are better than a perfect toy.

I did not know that this would be so true.
That's why I recommend two dogs to you.

• Free Verse

• Quatrain

• Sonnet

• Limerick

• Couplet

Multiple Choice

Coffin that passes through lanes and streets,
Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land,
With the pomp of the inloop’d flags with the cities draped in black,
With the show of the States themselves as of crape-veil’d women standing,
With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night,
With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the unbared heads,
With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces,
With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn,
With all the mournful voices of the dirges pour’d around the coffin,
The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs—where amid these you journey,
With the tolling tolling bells’ perpetual clang,
Here, coffin that slowly passes,
I give you my sprig of lilac.

• Free Verse

• Limerick

• Sonnet

• Quatrain

• Couplet