Identifying poems

Read the poem and tell what type of poem.

It's the first snowfall—

When it melts again we'll see

Dewdrops on the grass.

• rhyme verse

• haiku

• free verse

• limerick

Read the part of the poem.

Old John, with white hair

Does laugh away care,

Sitting under the oak,

Among the old folk,

They laugh at our play,

And soon they all say.

'Such, such were the joys.

When we all girls & boys,

In our youth-time were seen,

On the Ecchoing Green.'

• Free verse

• rhyme verse

• limerick

• haiku

This poem is a free verse.

Stand here by my side and turn, I pray,

On the lake below, thy gentle eyes;

The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray,

And dark and silent the water lies;

And out of that frozen mist the snow

In wavering flakes begins to flow;

Flake after flake

They sink in the dark and silent lake.

• True
• False

Read the poem.

STRANGER, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?

And why should I not speak to you?

Walt Whitman, "To You"

What type of poem is this?

• rhyme verse

• haiku

• free verse

• limerick

Read the poem.

Leaves fall,

Brown leaves,

Yellow leaves streaked with brown.

They fall,

Flutter,

Fall again.

The brown leaves,

And the streaked yellow leaves,

Loosen on their branches

And drift slowly downwards.

One,

One, two, three,

One, two, five.

All Venice is a falling of autumn leaves—

Brown,

And yellow streaked with brown.

Amy Lowell, "The City of Falling Leaves"

What type of poem is this?

• rhyme verse

• free verse

Read the poem.

All day I have watched the purple vine leaves

Fall into the water.

And now in the moonlight they still fall

But each leaf is fringed with silver.

What type of poem is this?

• Free verse

• rhyme verse

• limerick

• haiku

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?

• limerick

• free verse

• rhyme verse

• haiku

There was a young man from Dealing

Who caught the bus for Ealing.

It said on the door,

“Don’t spit on the floor,”

So he jumped up and spat on the ceiling.

• rhyme verse

• free verse

• limerick

• haiku

This poem is a rhyme verse.

Here’s to the chigger,

The bug that’s no bigger

Than the point of an undersized pin;

But the welt that he raises sure itches like blazes,

And that’s where the rub comes in!

• True
• False

A limerick has ____ lines and _____ words.