By: Casey Williams. Limerick poem “Pie Man” There once was a man who ate pie, He wore a very red...

MY POEMSBy: Casey Williams

Limerick poem“Pie Man”

There once was a man who ate pie,He wore a very red tie,

Who’s favorite day was Monday,Who drove an orange Honda.

There once was a man who ate pie.

Limerick poemnot by me.

There once was a clover named Kate,Who sat on the edge of a plate,The fancy folk dined,On foods of all kind,Then tossed her at quarter past eight.

This poem is fromhttp://www.dltk-holidays.com/patrick/m-limerick.htm

Quatrain“Celebration”

I celebrate Christmas,And also Thanksgiving,The night before the holiday I need to

go to bed,Or else I will be dead.

Quatrainnot by me

The mountain frames the sky As a shadow of an eagle flies by. With clouds hanging at its edge A climber proves his courage on its

rocky ledge. 

This poem is from http://volweb.utk.edu/school/bedford/harrisms/quatrain.htm

Free Verse“Football”

FootballFootball is fun,

Football lets you hit hard,Football lets you catch a pass,

Football lets you bring people to the ground,

You play football outside.Football,

Is awesome.

Free versenot by me.

My last night as a full-time childI didn't want to sleep, for fear of

Waking up in a rustle of too-crisp sheetsAnd a creak of inadequate bedsprings

With a lightly snoring virtual stranger eight feet away.And also I didn't want it to be tomorrow,

Because then it would be time to do whatI've denied for three weeks of subsistence

And oblivion--ignoring is bliss.And I saw everything I never did

Lying around me, pieces and steps of theSuccess I never got, reminders thatWhatever I planned, I never got far.

But in the middle of these broken promisesTo myself, I could see for the first time

That I have not been broken.And I must keep myself, all that is real,

As daybreak does, and nightfall.I exist to others, but all I need is me.

I will be the last promise, when all is saidAnd kept.

Copyright © 1996 by Katherine Foreman.

Cinquain poem“Play”

Play,You do it when you’re bored.Jump, run,Pull, sprint, push, crouch.It is fun to playExercise.

Cinquainnot by me

BaseballBat cracks against

The pitch, sending it outOver the back fence, I did it!

Homerun(by Cindy Barden)

Haiku poem“Seasons”

The warm summer breeze,The brown fall trees growing bare,

The winter presents.

Haikunot by me

haikus are easybut sometimes they don't make senserefrigerator

This poem is from http://haiku-poems.50webs.com/funny-haiku-poems.htm

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