A Small Collection of Poems

Anyone who knows me knows I love to write. I will be honest, poetry is not my thing. I wish I was good at writing poetry because poetry is an artform that colors the page with the most beautiful words. Unfortunately, my writing class this semester has me writing poetry for the last seven weeks. I am taking a big leap here by sharing with you what I have done so far. There are four different types of poems, Haiku, Cinquain, Tanka, and Villanelle….be kind!

Haiku

Black grey clouds floating

Branches dance to winds music

Symphony of storms

Cinquain

Dog

Small loud

Barking scratching howling

Good dog mischievous beast

Helen

Tanka

Robin red breast sings

Praises for the morning light

Warm rays rise over

Dreaming hills sleeping with hope

of awe for things to come

Villanelle

Feet slip on the dew, crossing the field under the moon
Curious girl dressed in white wondering about
Crickets are stirring, the morning will be here too soon

The summer night humid and it is only June
She is not lost, hers is a familiar route
Feet slip on the dew, crossing the field under the moon

Far in the distance the startled cry of a loon
Fox leads her into the woods a faithful scout
Crickets are stirring, the morning will be here too soon

The first peep as the early morning birds begins to croon
A last dance under the silver leaves child of the night devout
Feet slip on the dew, crossing the field under the moon

Morning’s air moves a soft tune while Night exhales a last swoon
High pitched peepers in the swamp have something to tout
Crickets are stirring, the morning will be here too soon

Day is breaking, make haste, Robin starts her morning tune
Times up, night creatures find your way home throughout
Feet slip on the dew, crossing the field under the moon
Crickets are stirring, the morning will be here too soon