PoetryBy William Van Hooser

HaikuLeaves fall from the trees

Squirrels gather nuts in autumn

As bears hibernate

By William

Autumn moonlight

a worm digs silently

into the chestnut.

By Basho

Limerick

There once was a cat from Kung Fu

Who wished for some stuff he swam through

He looked in a book

And shivered and shook

The curious cat from Kung Fu

There once was a boy named Matt

Who owned a giant pet bat

Together they flew

In the night too

And they both shared a hat

CoupletSlash goes the sword

And vroom goes the Ford

Fast metal gets its job done

Onomatopoeia

Boom!

goes the cannon

Bang!

goes the target

Explosion

Diamante

pig

big , fat

eat, sleep, poop

legs, fur, short tail

nocturnal, hiss, bite

small, light

badger

Free verse

There once was a tiny cat

Who found and put on a hat

He got a bat and then a bird

And with them he played some ball.

Sonnet 1 by William Shakespeare

• From fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty's rose might never die,But as the riper should by time decease,His tender heir might bear his memory:But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,Making a famine where abundance lies,Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,And only herald to the gaudy spring,Within thine own bud buriest thy content,And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:   Pity the world, or else this glutton be,   To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

• Shakespeare’s birthdate is unknown but however, he was baptized on April 26, 1564 in Stratford-upon-Avon. He died April 23, 1616 at 52. He is best known for his plays which took place at Globe Theater. He also wrote poems, like sonnets.

• A sonnet is a poem with 14 lines and a couplet at the end.

Breathe in Majesty by Tamara• Breathe in joy

Breathe in blessingJehovah YahwehBreaks through the boundariesSettling Truth within the Veil of my worshipI breathe and His presenceFills my nostrils with sweetnessAnd tangI overflow with His goodnessThe river flows I am satisfiedI want moreOf HimI breathe again…He is there!

Born January 29, 1968

Date of Death—SHE’S STILL ALIVE!

Married: 1994

In addition to poetry, Tamara writes for the

internet. She wrote her first poems when

she was about 14.

This is a free verse poem which uses any

kind of poetry structure, with no rules and

no limits. The poet keeps using the word

“breathe.” This is a poetry device called

repetition which in this case creates a

worshipful mood.

A Sonnet by Alexander Graham Bell

Time, speeding, rules: all things compelled obey.

Oh! May this king ne'er turn your love from me!

May every year's forced March, a blessing be,

Your love recruiting, driving fears away.

Dear Guide! Nought can thy tender care repay:

Each seeming harsh reproof was, now I see,

An act of love: received—ungratefully,

Recalling conscience forces me to say.

Feel not, amid the greetings of this morn,

A Blank, because from sight my form has gone:

Though I be absent, yet my heart's at home,

Hailing thy Birthday, while my voice is dumb:

Each absence makes me prize my home the more:

Return shall find me—worthier than before.

• Born: March 3, 1847• Died August 2, 1922• He is most known for inventing

the first telephone and sending the first telephone call. He said to his associate, Watson, (no it’s NOT a joke) a few rooms away, “Watson, come in here. I want to see you.” Watson heard the message and came.

• The rhyme structure in this sonnet is abba abba ccde ff.

Oh Captain! My Captain by Walt WhitmanO CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;

The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;

For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck,You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;

The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

• Born 1819• Died 1892

Walt Whitman is known for his

poetry collection, “Leaves of

Grass.” He was also a teacher, a

government clerk and a volunteer

nurse during the Civil “War.

• He wrote this poem in three stanzas that tell a story.