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Types Of Poetry
Are you starting to make a poem but don't know what type of poem you should write? In this page, you will learn what types of poetry there are in this world. Here are some of the most common types.
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Haiku
A haiku is a Japanese form of poetry. It is an not a ryming poem, which contains five, seven, and five, syllables respectively. Haikus usually have a seasonal reference.
Example:
“April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves...a butterfly
Floats and balances”
― Matsuo Basho
Example:
“April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves...a butterfly
Floats and balances”
― Matsuo Basho
Limerick
A limerick is a form of comic verse consisting of five anapaestic lines of which the first, second, and fifth have threemetrical feet and rhyme together and the third and fourth have two metrical feet and rhyme together
Example:
There was a young lady of Lucca
Whose lovers completely forsook her;
She ran up a tree
And said "Fiddle-de-dee!"
Which embarrassed the people of Lucca.
Example:
There was a young lady of Lucca
Whose lovers completely forsook her;
She ran up a tree
And said "Fiddle-de-dee!"
Which embarrassed the people of Lucca.
Ballad
- Ballad Poems are poems that tells a story similar to a folk tale or legend and often has a repeated refrain. A ballad is often about love and often sung. A ballad is a story in poetic form.
Example:
Old Songs And Rhymes and Ballads
- I love old fashioned earthy stuff old ballads and old rhyme
- To modern sophisticated writing I'd prefer it anytime
- But that is my opinion and though everyone's opinion ought to count
- The opinions of one person to little does amount,
- I love old fashioned earthy songs I love to sing along
- with the folk or ballad singer of a loved familiar song
- Perhaps I do seem boring as old fashioned I am known
- But to each their preference like 'tis said to each their own,
- I am not anti modern writers in case you get me wrong
- But I could listen to ballads and rhyme in an old pub all night long
- And with what I say if you are one who choose to disagree
- You are entitled to your opinions and that's okay with me,
- I may seem a bit dated but give me the earthy stuff
- Old songs and rhymes and ballads for me are good enough.
- -Francis Duggan
Example:
Old Songs And Rhymes and Ballads
- I love old fashioned earthy stuff old ballads and old rhyme
- To modern sophisticated writing I'd prefer it anytime
- But that is my opinion and though everyone's opinion ought to count
- The opinions of one person to little does amount,
- I love old fashioned earthy songs I love to sing along
- with the folk or ballad singer of a loved familiar song
- Perhaps I do seem boring as old fashioned I am known
- But to each their preference like 'tis said to each their own,
- I am not anti modern writers in case you get me wrong
- But I could listen to ballads and rhyme in an old pub all night long
- And with what I say if you are one who choose to disagree
- You are entitled to your opinions and that's okay with me,
- I may seem a bit dated but give me the earthy stuff
- Old songs and rhymes and ballads for me are good enough.
- -Francis Duggan
Sonnet
A poem of fourteen lines using any of a number of formal rhyme schemes, in English typically having ten syllables per line.
Example:
In the Meadow
The shadow on the crystal lake water Comes from a young girl very sweet and pure She’s a charmer, people want to see her For her skin’s so smooth, and her smile’s a lure Eyes that sure resemble puppy dog’s eyes Her soft hand makes ripples where water lies Tenderly she brings water to her face No part of her body is out of place Droplets drip down her face and to her heart Allowing those around to see beauty Her presence is very cute to impart No one can deny her inner psyche Sadly she will never stay at this age I’ll always love my girl, at any stage -Russell Sivey
Example:
In the Meadow
The shadow on the crystal lake water Comes from a young girl very sweet and pure She’s a charmer, people want to see her For her skin’s so smooth, and her smile’s a lure Eyes that sure resemble puppy dog’s eyes Her soft hand makes ripples where water lies Tenderly she brings water to her face No part of her body is out of place Droplets drip down her face and to her heart Allowing those around to see beauty Her presence is very cute to impart No one can deny her inner psyche Sadly she will never stay at this age I’ll always love my girl, at any stage -Russell Sivey
Cinquian
a short poem consisting of five, usually unrhymed lines containing, respectively, two, four, six,eight, and two syllables.
They usually have a stanza with five lines.
Example:
Spaghetti
Messy, spicy
Slurping, sliding, falling
Between my plate and mouth
Delicious
They usually have a stanza with five lines.
Example:
Spaghetti
Messy, spicy
Slurping, sliding, falling
Between my plate and mouth
Delicious
Allegory
A story, poem, or picture that can be interpreted to reveal a hidden meaning, typically a moral or political one.
Example:
Faithless
What is often mistaken for misogyny
among intellectual males and philosophers,
is really the pain of being burned
by a woman's own self-immolation.
We attract these types with our nature
of caring and our intelligence.
With names coincidentally misleading,
we fall victim to their faithlessness.
Once we allow them to peer beneath the jaded façade
and enter our fortresses, they realise the magnitude
of our minds and our resolve and feel inadequate,
despite our assurances otherwise.
Although our magnificence is in reality
only but a small portion of what it appears,
they raise us up high on the pedestals
that we built to worship them as goddess.
Their fragile egos shatter like sugar glass
under the pressure of their own delusions,
only to be turned into jade for our walls
and deepen the wounds of our hearts.
Example:
Faithless
What is often mistaken for misogyny
among intellectual males and philosophers,
is really the pain of being burned
by a woman's own self-immolation.
We attract these types with our nature
of caring and our intelligence.
With names coincidentally misleading,
we fall victim to their faithlessness.
Once we allow them to peer beneath the jaded façade
and enter our fortresses, they realise the magnitude
of our minds and our resolve and feel inadequate,
despite our assurances otherwise.
Although our magnificence is in reality
only but a small portion of what it appears,
they raise us up high on the pedestals
that we built to worship them as goddess.
Their fragile egos shatter like sugar glass
under the pressure of their own delusions,
only to be turned into jade for our walls
and deepen the wounds of our hearts.
Epic
An epic is a lengthy narrative poem, ordinarily concerning a serious subject containing details of heroic deeds and events significant to a culture or nation.
Example
O Singer of the epic war historyO Singer of the epic war history,
O Singer of life, of liberation hoary,
Of brazen battlefields, long desolate,
O Singer of Gita's ageless glory.
Outlived hast the song thine endless story,
Though war heroes survive still in state,
Frustrated of fate but scarce sorry,
O Singer of the epic war history.
Yudhishthir's dharma, Arjun's archery,
Bheeshma's oath, Bhima's bravery,
Scarce confined remain to Pearly Gate,
And sung are with Gita's ageless glory.
And ye O bard, two roles in one carry:
Of poet laureate and progenitor great,
O ye born in a river ferry,
O Singer of the epic war history
Ye sang thine epic in such swell flurry,
Ganesha, if not quite inadequate,
Lost in thought, felt somewhat weary,
O Singer of ancient ageless glory,
Not mine ‘lone, any pen-pusher's worry
‘Tis to try even to translate,
O Singer of the epic war history,
O Singer of ancient ageless glory.
Example
O Singer of the epic war historyO Singer of the epic war history,
O Singer of life, of liberation hoary,
Of brazen battlefields, long desolate,
O Singer of Gita's ageless glory.
Outlived hast the song thine endless story,
Though war heroes survive still in state,
Frustrated of fate but scarce sorry,
O Singer of the epic war history.
Yudhishthir's dharma, Arjun's archery,
Bheeshma's oath, Bhima's bravery,
Scarce confined remain to Pearly Gate,
And sung are with Gita's ageless glory.
And ye O bard, two roles in one carry:
Of poet laureate and progenitor great,
O ye born in a river ferry,
O Singer of the epic war history
Ye sang thine epic in such swell flurry,
Ganesha, if not quite inadequate,
Lost in thought, felt somewhat weary,
O Singer of ancient ageless glory,
Not mine ‘lone, any pen-pusher's worry
‘Tis to try even to translate,
O Singer of the epic war history,
O Singer of ancient ageless glory.
Narrative
Narrative poetry is a form of poetry which tells a story, often making use of the voices of a narrator and characters as well; the entire story is usually written in metred verse. The poems that make up this genre may be short or long, and the story it relates to may be complex. It is usually dramatic, with objectives, and diverse characters.
Example:
MayaThe
spectacle was fleeting,
And
moments shadowed our narrative,
Seeking the kindness of an original.
I-happiness-junkie squeezed verve;
Plunging into a flash
I spent stunning memories,
Readily.
We were once remarkable,
Touching an agile earth
In the serene of a shared imagination;
We were together, not one.
I spelled out hesitation on her womb,
And swam lackluster love, crying.
We still lay awake, forgiven yet lost.
Strange, drunk and potent,
It was all written on our sands:
This heart is a universe that grows
r e l e n t l e s s
-IIham Ahmed
Example:
MayaThe
spectacle was fleeting,
And
moments shadowed our narrative,
Seeking the kindness of an original.
I-happiness-junkie squeezed verve;
Plunging into a flash
I spent stunning memories,
Readily.
We were once remarkable,
Touching an agile earth
In the serene of a shared imagination;
We were together, not one.
I spelled out hesitation on her womb,
And swam lackluster love, crying.
We still lay awake, forgiven yet lost.
Strange, drunk and potent,
It was all written on our sands:
This heart is a universe that grows
r e l e n t l e s s
-IIham Ahmed