Compilation of Different Forms of A Poem: Submitted By: Lourds Val Achay Submitted To: Ma'am Mylene Chicano

Taft National High School
Taft, Eastern Samar
Compilation of Different
Forms of a Poem
Submitted by: Lourds Val Achay

Submitted to: Ma’am Mylene Chicano
BALLAD
Bridal Ballad
By Edgar Allan Poe
The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satin jewels grand
Are all at my command,
And I am happy now.
But he spoken to re-assure me,
And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o’er me,
And to the church-yard bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
Thinking him dead D’Elormie,
“Oh, I am happy now!”
And thus the words were spoken,
And this the plighted vow,
And, through my faith be broken,
And, through my heart be broken,
Here is a ring, as token
Would God I could awaken!
For I dream I know not how!
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken, -
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.

HAIKU
Beaches
By Kaibyn Guenther
Sand scatters the beach

Waves crash on the sandy shore
Blue water shimmers
Cinquain
Towards Where We Are
By Mark Irwin
Now light turns the room a deep orange at dusk and you
Think you are floating, but in truth you are falling, and the fall
Is so slow, yet precise, like climbing a ladder of straw. Now
Leaning forward, you open your hands that keep opening. Is
This what yes feels like? Making a shore where no water was?
Villanelle
Cracked Ice
By Julie Sheehan
When I return, I’ll come in clapboard, stained
Chest-nut, with lead-based paint on radiators,
Old-fashioned, and a little bit insane
But sturdy to a fault. A spalting grain
On punky myrtle and no refrigerator
When I return. I’ll come in clapboard, stained
Shake shingles skittering on skewed roof planes
That snarl the corner lot like unpaid panders,
Old-fashioned and a little bitten, saying
“Leave our sightlines sharp. Let dormers train
What angles water sheds.” They congregate for
When I return. I’ll come in clapboard, stained
With varnished truth: you ran me down. You caned
Old rockers with prefab splints, hack renovator
refashioning me bit by bit, insane
To strip as spilth fine bulrush. I’ll maintain
Myself, then. There will be no mediators
When I return. I’ll come in clapboard. Stained
Old-fashioned, I’ll come a little insane.

Limerick
Homework Limerick
By Alyssa Tyler Ashely Lily Skylar Emily
Why do we have homework after school?

This is so uncool.
I so want to cry
I want to deny
All of this homework after school
Sonnet
Sonnet for Regret
By Matthew Hernandez
The Moon does seem to mirror my regret,
With light that fails to brighten skies today,
It cannot Blot those stars, so far away;
Those jewels I could not reach and can’t
Forget
And as the weak one in heaven’s duet;
That pale comparison, shining so grey,
Without the strength to forge its own display,
Those beams reflect resentment for my dept.
But should we ask the sun of jealousies
Or failures through the years, when one’s
Self-tasked;
I think we’ll find regrets are not so rare,
When dreams to paint your face upon black seas
Or glow with lovers on the nights they basked
Are shattered your own confounding
Glare.
Free Verse
Who Am I?
By Natasha L. Bishop
Who am I, you ask?

I am a lion who comes off as a lamb.
I am an ocean with waves big enough to
Drown.
I am a roller coaster of emotions.

I am a hater of ignorant people, liars,
And people who use others for a gain.
I am a lost soul, a naïve child.
I am one who has seen enough
That would make people’s skin
Crawl.
I am me, mot you.

I am who I am.
Judging me is only a negative reflection on
You.
So who am I, you ask?
I am me…Just me.
Concrete
Vision and Prayer
By Dylan Tomas
Who
Are you
Who is born
In the next room
So loud to my own
That I can hear the womb
Opening and the dark run
Over the ghost and the dropped son
Behind the wall thin as a wren’s bone?
In the birth bloody room unknown
To the burn and the turn of time
And the heart print of man
Brows no baptism
But dark alone
Blessing on
The wild
Child.

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Taft National High School

Taft, Eastern Samar

Submitted by: Lourds Val Achay

The ring is on my hand,

And the wreath is on my brow;

Satin jewels grand

Are all at my command,

And I am happy now.

But he spoken to re-assure me,

And he kissed my pallid brow,

While a reverie came o’er me,

And to the church-yard bore me,

And I sighed to him before me,

Thinking him dead D’Elormie,

“Oh, I am happy now!”

And thus the words were spoken,

And this the plighted vow,

And, through my faith be broken,

And, through my heart be broken,

Here is a ring, as token

Would God I could awaken!

For I dream I know not how!

And my soul is sorely shaken

Lest an evil step be taken, -

Lest the dead who is forsaken

May not be happy now.

Sand scatters the beach

When I return, I’ll come in clapboard, stained

Chest-nut, with lead-based paint on radiators,

Old-fashioned, and a little bit insane

But sturdy to a fault. A spalting grain

On punky myrtle and no refrigerator

When I return. I’ll come in clapboard, stained

Shake shingles skittering on skewed roof planes

That snarl the corner lot like unpaid panders,

Old-fashioned and a little bitten, saying

“Leave our sightlines sharp. Let dormers train

What angles water sheds.” They congregate for

When I return. I’ll come in clapboard, stained

With varnished truth: you ran me down. You caned

Old rockers with prefab splints, hack renovator

refashioning me bit by bit, insane

To strip as spilth fine bulrush. I’ll maintain

Myself, then. There will be no mediators

When I return. I’ll come in clapboard. Stained

Old-fashioned, I’ll come a little insane.

Why do we have homework after school?

The Moon does seem to mirror my regret,

With light that fails to brighten skies today,

It cannot Blot those stars, so far away;

Those jewels I could not reach and can’t

And as the weak one in heaven’s duet;

That pale comparison, shining so grey,

Without the strength to forge its own display,

Those beams reflect resentment for my dept.

But should we ask the sun of jealousies

Or failures through the years, when one’s

I think we’ll find regrets are not so rare,