HAIKU:

“Autumn moonlight— There was a young girl on a tower

Who looked just as fresh as a flower
a worm digs silently Her hair was like silk,
into the chestnut.” Her skin was like milk,
But her breath made the strongest knight cower.
“Sick on a journey –
Over parched field
Dreams wander on”

LIMERICK:
SONNET: “Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
When I consider how my light is spent, Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
As the fainting bee,
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent Reaching late his flower,
To serve therewith my Maker, and present Round her chamber hums,
My true account, lest He returning chide;
“Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?”
Counts his nectars—alights,
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent And is lost in balms!”
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work or His own gifts. Who best
Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed,
And post o’er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.”

FREE VERSE:
 And the stars were asleep and rare;
EPIC: The clouds were thick, yet Youth went out
To see his Maiden fair.

"Dear One," he pleaded as he knelt

 Divine Comedy Before her feet, in tears,
"My love is true; why have you kept
 Epic of Gilamesh Me waiting all these years?"

 Biag ni Lam-Ang The maiden looked at him unmoved,

It seemed, and whispered low:
 Hinilawod "Persistent Youth, you have to prove
By deeds your love is true."
 Hudhud
"There's not a thing I would not do
 Indarapatra at Sulayman For you, Beloved," said he.
"Then go," said she, "to your mother dear
And bring her heart to me."

Without another word,

Youth left and went to his mother dear.
And opened her breast and took her heart.
He did not shed a tear!

Then back to his Maiden fair he ran,

Unmindful of the rain;
But his feet slipped and he fell down
And loud he groaned with pain!

Still in his hand he held the prize

That would win his Maiden's hand;
And he thought of his mother dear
So kind, so sweet, so fond.

And then he heard a voice,

Not from his lips but all apart:
"Get up," it said; "Were you hurt, Child?"
It was his mother's heart.

BALLAD:
The night was dark, for the moon was young
ELEGY Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he that moves my bones.”

O 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.

EPITAPH

“Good friend for Jesus’ sake forebeare,

To dig the dust enclosed here.
HYMN Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Smell a blossom,
Feel it rain! Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Kiss the breeze, Because their words had forked no lightning they
It's spring again! Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Blow out the candles, Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Lift your head! Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
See the world,
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
the past is dead!
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Whistle a song, Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Sing a hymn! Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Celebrate! Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Give praise to Him. And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

VILLANELLE