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The following is a list of poetry types and styles that we have learned about, used and discovered through many different sources.  Each different type will share an example.

         BALLAD

The Ballad of Marian Blacktree
Refrain:
Oh, do you know the mountain road
That leads to yonder peak?
A few will walk that trail alone,
Their dreams they go to seek.
(1)
One such was Marian Blacktree,
A lowly shepherdess,
And courting her was Tom, the swain,
Who loved her nonetheless.
(2)
A thought occurred to Marian
While watching o'er her sheep,
And gazing at the mountain thus
She nodded off to sleep.
(Refrain)
(3)
That night she came to Tom and said
She longed to know the sky.
"I'm weary of this valley, love,
I want to learn to fly!"
(4)
Poor Thomas did not want to leave,
This valley was all he knew.
So when she turned and left him there
Her heart, it broke in two.
(Refrain)
(5)
Her faithful swain did track her,
All night the trail led on,
And finally at the mountain top
He looked, but she was gone.
(6)
As morning broke and lit the sky
An eagle he did see:
It circled 'round him thrice and cried.
He knew now she was free.
(Refrain)

 

        HAIKU:

In sun-bright water
The lake creature swims alone.
I come up for air.

-Gareth Jones

 

        LIMERICK:

Unknown Title

There once was a conch from Belize, a
who lead a short life of ease. a
In a turtle grass bed, b
all day he just fed, b
and did whatever he pleased. A

-Richard S. Appeldoorn

 

        SONNET:

  When my love swears that she is made of truth  a
  I do believe her, though I know she lies,  b
  That she might think me some untutor'd youth,  a
  Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.  b
  Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, c
  Although she knows my days are past the best,  d
  Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:  c
  On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.  d
  But wherefore says she not she is unjust?  e
  And wherefore say not I that I am old?  f
  O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,  e
  And age in love loves not to have years told:  f
  Therefore I lie with her and she with me,  g
  And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.  g

 

-William Shakespeare