#1: Haiku—Japanese poetry of three unrhymed lines—syllable count 5-7-5.
#2: Diamond—
Line 1: noun
Line 2: two adjectives describing the noun
Line 3: three participles (verbs ending in ing or ed).
Line 4: four nouns or a phrase about the noun
Line 5: three participles that begin to show a change in the subject
Line 6: two adjectives that continue the idea of change
Line 7: noun, and antonym of line one
Example:
"Circles"
Enemies
Silent, bitter
Fighting, hating, hurting
At last, face to face
Talking, laughing, sharing
Humble, happy
Friends.
#3: Acrostic—Write the subject vertically (1 of the 2 poems must be a first and last name). Each line of the poem begins with the letter of the subject. Goal is to describe what you are writing about.
Example;
"Cold"
Chilly winds and snow
On a winter's day
Lucky to be a
Duo
#4: Extended Metaphor—a comparison that does NOT use like or as.
"Televsion"
Television is a bomb that exploded across the world.
It is candy for the eyes, and
A teacher for the mind.
It is medicine to relieve one's boredom,
And a vacation from reality.
Television is both a mindless vacation
And a complex classroom.
#5: Senses Poem
*Pick a subject. It can be a color, an emotion, an object, a place, a person.
Line 1: Write one word that is ambiguous but somehow still relates to your subject.
Line 2: Two words to describe how something sounds.
Line 3: Two words to describe how it looks.
Line 4: Two words that tell how it feels.
Line 5: Two words that tell how (you imagine) it tastes.
Line 6: Tow words that tell how (you imagine) it smells.
Line 7: Write as and what it reminds you of.
Line 8: Write what is being described.
Example (this poem is more than 8 lines and it uses similes)
The Color of Pain
Pain!
Like the scratching of nails on a board,
And the screams of a cat as you step on its paw.
Like the blinding light from an angry reflection:
Knives piercing through a broken windowpane.
Like hot molten lava that slowly destroys,
Sticky like honey but not near a sweet.
Like sour apples, inviting yet deceiving—
Bitter like lemon and lime.
Like the rank ending of decaying leaves,
Stale with winter's time.
As invading and as unwelcome as unwanted guest—
Yellow breaks through my bedroom window.
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The Poetry of Amateurs
PoetryJust some amateur poetry I wrote. There are different forms/structures for each one. I wrote this for a class assignment (Warning: Mention of Depression and Eating Disorders in one piece)
