Poetry Types

What type of poetry is this?

French poem, made up of Tercets, Quatrain, and a Couplet

The Couplet is the heart of the poem and repeats line 1 and 3 in the poem's final two lines

• Haiku

• Limerick

• Villanelle

• Free Verse

Like crunchy cornflakes
Gold leaves rustle underfoot
Beauty in decay.

Paul Holmes. "October's Gold."

• Free Verse

• Theme

• Haiku

• Sonnet

What type of poetry is this?

It does NOT follow a rhythm or rhyme scheme

Specific words are used to convey a deeper meaning

Includes irregular line length, punctuation, and capitalization to emphasize the author's meaning

• Free Verse

• Sonnet

• Villanelle

• Limerick

TREE
I think I'll write a sonnet of a tree.
Sun dappled to a multi-colored green.
The leaves all rustling slowly in a breeze.
The most amazing sight I think I've seen.

The bark was brown and brittle as dry dirt.
The branches reached out slowly to the sky.
So rooted to the ground, for all it's worth,
Still reaching for the heavens, by and by.

If you can't see the heaven in a tree,
Just find it common, really no big deal,
Then you are tied in knots and are not free.
Instead of only thinking, try to feel.

It was a sight unique in what I've seen.
The sight of sunlight dappled leaves of green.

by Denise Rodgers

• Sonnet

• Haiku

• Limerick

• Free Verse

One Art
Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

–Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master

• Iambic Pentameter

• Free Verse

• Haiku

• Villanelle

There once was a fly on the wall

I wonder why didn’t it fall

Because its feet stuck

Or was it just luck

Or does gravity miss things so small?

• Free Verse

• Haiku

• Villanelle

• Limerick

What type of poetry is this?

It does not rhyme and is made up of 3 lines with a total of 17 syllables

1:5

2:7

3:5

• Sonnet

• Villanelle

• Limerick

• Haiku

I followed the moon,
Or did it follow me?
I turned a corner;
It was still there, you see.

I tried to trick it.
In the shadows I hid,
But the moon kept on watching.
That's what it did.

A cloud passed before it.
Now was my chance,
But the stars in the sky
Never could lie.

I walked on through the night.
The moon followed me home,
Or did I follow the moon?
I don't quite know.

• Haiku

• Free Verse

• Villanelle

• Limerick

Which type of poetry is this?

It is made up of 5 lines with a strict rhyme scheme

AABBA

Originated in County Limerick, Ireland

• Haiku

• Sonnet

• Free Verse

• Limerick

What type of poetry is this?

Made up of 14 lines that can be divided into 2 separate parts

The first 8 lines are called Octave

The last 6 are called Sestet

Key words: Iambic Pentameter, William Shakespeare

• Villanelle

• Haiku

• Limerick

• Sonnet