12 poems The sweet delicacy was on my bed

1. Free verse Ants, literal insects, prowling around

2. Haiku
3. Limerick And I thought
4. Sonnet “Which genius did this?”
5. Quatrain
6. Couplet
7. Acrostic And then a “surprise” was shouted
8. Concrete
9. Cinquain And there gathered all my family and friends
10. Persona
I stood there dumbfounded
11. Narrative
12. Lyrical And thanked God I haven’t had the chance
to shout profanity at the top of my lungs
Free verse (connotation, denotation, litotes):
So, get this, Haiku (alliteration)
I came home from school the other day The regal bee flies
And I found a birthday cake To and fro the hive beyond
With ten candles exactly, already lit Busy, buzzing, bee

The fire, the red flame of the candles
Stood limp on the cake, which was
diabetes waiting to happen, by the way
And was decorated in pink all around
Limerick (end rhyme, simile)
I once met a girl on the bus,
As pretty as the moon, she was
But as soon as night befell
She tearfully bid a farewell
As did I, but tried to make no fuss
Sonnet (end rhyme, near rhyme, personification)
I did not know that I had lived free
I thought my life was not meant to be mines
I had let the wind and rain control me
Because I knew that I’ll always wear binds
And that my soul was not even my own
I took time, made no effort to hassle
Because I wanted to forget all I’ve known
Only then shall I be free from shackles
That binds me whole to this fleshy prison
My body, constrained by time’s gripping hands
Grows so feeble, what was then new, now isn’t
And craved the day I will heed death’s commands
But do not think for a second I felt bliss
That I’ve found eternal life after this
Quatrain (end rhyme, hyperbole):
I don’t like mangoes,
I don’t like the way they get stuck in my braces
I don’t like how the juice goes
Dripping to my carpet and leaving traces
Leaving traces, I can’t fix
The sticky residue on the carpet, on the floor
I am consumed by sugar sweet
Until I could not take it anymore
Couplet (end rhyme):
I had offered an old lady a tall glass of lemonade
She yelled at me and said she forgot her hearing aid
Acrostic (alliteration):
At last you have arrived!
Please, leave your coats by the door
Oh, the rain had made it so cold in here
Let’s warm ourselves by the fire and-
Oh what was that you said just now?
Gosh golly goodness!
You are leaving already?
Concrete (metaphor, hyperbole, personification, allusion):
It was so gray when I left home
That was when I saw a cloud yonder
 And I felt a flood above my head
Pit-pat from the tip of my eyelash
Drops down my to cheek like a tear
Do you know where the rain goes to?
Rain commutes around the city streets
Taking whatever path it wants, it seeps
Through every crevice of every man,
And it sends an orchestra of thunder,
Lightning bolts just like Zeus in the stories
Just to tell them to hide and stay inside
And then rain washes back into the sea
Cinquain (denotation):
Water,
The source
Of life itself,
That we take for
Granted
Persona (personification, alliteration):
I can still feel it
The soft leaves fluttering in the wind
Before they become crisp
And leaves in an untimely fashion
My barks are sharp to the touch
Before the winter weather wears it down
And strips me bare
From the birds and the fruits
Narrative (refrain, personification, onomatopoeia, oxymoron, end
rhyme, internal rhyme):
I was walking home the other day, feeling bittersweet
And left to wonder and ponder among the trees
And then rang rhythmically in my ears
The sound of the very timepiece in my wrist
“Tick-tock! My time is running out,
Tick-tock! And I am standing, still
Tick-tock! Standing, still, with a mind of doubt
Tick-tock! Do we still have time to kill?”
Wise words, the clock did say
I left my wonder and ponder to tend to the matter
And found that my hair had grown past my ankles
I wondered what had gone wrong I think it’s about time
Had I gone mad? Why am I turning sad? That I cut off all ties that rise with every compromise
And had all of my hair turned grey? I think I should care
About the things that care for me
“Tick-tock! Do you still hear it? I think I want to stop

Tick-tock! The muttered sounds that haunts us all Because I do not want to do it anymore

Tick-tock! The forceful laughter and the sharp wit, I have no particular reason, I just don’t

Tick-tock! Is just another effort to stall”

I think it’s about time.

It was a siren in my ears

The sound of my timepiece again,

Speaking to me in a manner so rude

And then it occurred to me,

Had there been lines on my face all along?

Lyrical (internal rhyme, consonance, assonance):

I do not want to waste my time
With stupid things that do not want to be with me
All my time and energy spent, lent, given
To the men and women who spend their time
Making my life hard until its end