Haiku

Waiting until now,

A leaf falls and settles down

In a sea of leaves.

Elegy

When that special someone

Leaves the family,

The tree may lose a leaf,

But it remains standing.

That leaf may drop to

The ground,

Not as part of the tree,

But not forgotten.

The loss of one leaf

May affect some

More than

Other leaves.

However, the tree

Continues on,

Lasting many years

In the forest.

Looking down

Below the tree

Would reveal

Those who passed.

However, the tree

Regrows its leaves

And continues

To survive for many years.

This is the cycle of life

That all living things follow.

They stay for such a short time

And then disappear forever.

Although this leaf may fall,

The tree will continue on.

However, this leaf will enjoy

Its time on the tree.

Limerick

There was a man who had no name

And traveled in search of no fame.

The came across a town

That forced him to be a clown.

The man ran away with much shame.

Ballad

There was a large town by the open sea,

Where friendship was thought to be a rope that binded.

A man once described growing up there as

A winding road with no visible end in sight.

The wind is always howling, and the trees always smell sweet.

The man wanted to travel.

The man wanted to travel to another land,

Somewhere so he could feel the roughness of the land

And taste the sweet, sour, and bitter foods.

He wanted to experience the sights, smells, and sounds.

He said the world was the forest, and his town was nothing but a tree.

The man wanted to travel.

Stream of Consciousness

He thinks

Of all the work

He must do

Before his bedtime.

The chores are done.

The work is done.

Now he has free time

And can go to bed early.

Tomorrow will be

Another exciting day;

No work to be done,

So he can go out for a run.

Free Verse 2

Reading through

A story is like

Starting a journey

Reading is a journey.

Once it starts,

There is no end.

Bam!  The urge to read continues.

Reading is a journey.

The journey continues

With its twists

And turns.

Reading is a journey.

Reading is an adventure

That starts and stops

Suddenly and swiftly.

Reading is a journey.

There are millions of ways

To interpret a story,

And none of them are wrong.

Reading is a journey.

Reading can

Be funny, informative,

Persuasive, and more.

Reading is a journey.

Reading is an experience

That will never be forgotten.

It is like riding a bicycle.

Reading is a journey.

Once the story ends,

Another begins,

And the whole process begins anew.

Reading is a journey.

Ode

The pencil
Is like a paintbrush
Suitable for many purposes
Including drawing and writing.

The pencil
Is like an extension
Of my arm,
Drawing and writing.

The pencil,
Can record history,
Write stories,
And draw pictures.

The pencil
Is the tool to use.
After all, it is
The mightiest tool.

Free Verse 1

The snow settles soundly
On a sidewalk.
Whoosh!  The wind comes and carries a mountain of snow
Somewhere in the distance.
This westward wind continues on,
Eventually disappearing deep into the distance.