LIMERICK

There was a young girl on a tower

Who looked just a fresh flower.

Her hair was like silk,

Her skin smooth as milk,

But her breath made the strongest knight cower.

Enclosed

He and I, we both came up

When times were lean and days were rough,

He said we’d never be good enough

But I told him “I’m not giving up”.

 Villanelle

Do not go gentle into that good night’

Old age should burn and rave at close of a day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by crying brow bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying that good night.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray,

Do not gentle into that good night

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 Terza Rima

The bird outside my window sings with cry,

Waking me from sleep early of a morning,

Then I rub my eyes and breathe out with a sigh.

I hear my brother in the next room snoring,

I match it to the sound of the bird’s fine tune,

This unique beat is like a tune of mourning.

The bird now has reduced its singing to a croon,

I turned toward the sound and watch it singing,

The bird continues on as the clock strike noon.

The song then stops, the sound of ringing,

That’s my alarm, with the consistent tinging.

Monorhyme

I was sitting on my chair

Wanting to become a millionaire

It won’t happen I’m well aware

But I still think it’s very unfair

I have even said a little prayer

But I don’t have that special flair

And my bodies in great despair

I think I look more like a pear

But at least I still have my hair

And a table to solitaire.

 Simple 4 line

If you see my dad in heaven

He won’t be hard to find

He’ll be the one to greet you first,

For he’s one one-of-a-kind.

Triplet

A little boy walked down the street,

And who should he suddenly meet,

A nice, new friend with many treat.