You are the sweetest girl in Britain
I am  totally smitten
Love me, my kitten

Handsome,fun and keen
No better man has been
In my arms before
Love me some more

I wish you the best birthday possible
For someone so irascible
Why did I marry you?
I must have been overdue.

To the sweetest little sister in the world

Oh,my dear cousin
You are worth a dozen
You’re a genius at art
And you love  folk so smart

Sorry  about the missing ” ly”

I  send you this card today
As otherwise I’d have to pay
My brother was walking past
I said, put it in  fast

No other woman in the land
Has got a sense of humour
I send you an elastic band
To play with  when you’re gloomier

Photo by my sister EFLim of Lavenham,Suffolk UK
So in  school it is good to be  real keen and smart
Like I am   when I go to the Mart
I’m so smart,it’s an art.

Later we need to  know how to start
How to tell a   steak pie from a tart
I shall start, smash my art!

Women in fur were said to look slink
But my mum said we looked  like that damn missing link
I said, put that in ink!

Babies will die if they do not  grow
Runner  beans don’t  like to stand in a row
When the doc pricked me, I cried Ow!Ow,Oh!

Can someone count how many times babies blink?
Can I put my poem at the end of a link?
My printer wants ink!

My father said girls should never be frank
Weeds that grow thickly are said to smell rank
In America, doubtless ,some men are called ‘Ank

I started my senility as a new blogger
As I was weak I could not be a logger
Now I’m an ogre.

I’m getting to have an addiction to swearing
My boy friend complains  he finds me  too wearing
An r  makes an earring,

The induction hob cooks  herbs and hot spices
What a shame there’s  no s, pisces!
But it thaws out the ices.
I see  a strawberry, oh what a device,hey!

A noise unheard for weeks rushed to my ear
Puzzled and disturbed I looked outside
Where heavy rain was washing cars of dust
And tramps in  demons’ coats from holes black leered

The weather  man called sun, and so had lied
I see the general method and the thrust
The sword back in its scabbard ,so unused,
As gently as a virgin made forced bride
The hierarchy, choice of the august,
Disguised

The sound of thunder rain rapped on my ears
After arid dryness, what relief
To hear the sucking sound   from dried up lawns
Though deserts  of the heart are our worst fear

For  Northern Britain, dryer than belief
The  space  for the Inferno’s  ghosts had yawned
The peat rich moors by fire  were over-run
Through mould of heather dry, and decayed leaf
No fear of rotting,under ripened corn
Yet still we ask, has Armageddon  come?
What is its form?

Art by Katherine 2018

This is called diminishing verse

The many children in my neighborhood are glad
when all the adults chase around a certain lad
who acts the bad guy of an anti-bully ad,

but it’s ironic that any child who might stray
be knocked around like a cafeteria tray
when children only want to shine like a sun’s ray.

*****

Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). Follow him on Twitter @RobertLeeBrewer.

There are many different types of poems.In some metre is important  whereas in others it is the number of syllables in the line.The first sort are more similar to songs like the poetry/lyrics of Leonard Cohen.In recent times  the main forms of poetry  have been less used in favour of free verse.This may be because if they are bad they remind us of those sentimental rhymes in birthday cards.Why not try free verse instead

On this day a very special day
A very special person was born
But it was not you

One day you will find your own  metier
Till then,stay out of my way
You are hopeless with words
Your vocabulary shrinks daily
What crap, I think when I read it
Try to see it my way

I’

A dizain

We talked briskly by the light of the fire
with our hands flying about like embers
using Shakespeare to disguise our desire
burning through the soft chill of December.
If there were others, I don’t remember–
lost in the flames flickering off your eyes,
my only passion was to memorize
every word and each quirky turn of phrase
leading me through a labyrinth of sighs–
to recall racing through a love-cast maze.

*****

Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). Follow him on Twitter @RobertLeeBrewer.

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/list-of-50-poetic-forms-for-poets

 

Here are a few:

• Cascade. Variable length form invented by Udit Bhatia.
• Chanso. Five to six stanzas with an envoy.
• Chant. If it works once, run it into the ground.
• Cinquain. Popular five-liner.
• Clogyrnach. 6-line Welsh form.
• Concrete Poems. Shapely poetry.
• Contrapuntal Poems. Independent poems that get intertwined.
• Curtal Sonnet. 11-line sonnet invented by Gerard Manley Hopkins.
• Cyrch A Chwta. 8-line Welsh form with 7 syllables per line.
• Cywydd Llosgyrnog. 6-liner with internal rhymes and variable syllables.
• Decima. Various versions of 10-line forms.
• Descort. French form that makes each line special.
• Diminishing Verse. Poems that disappear one letter per line.
• Dizain. French 10×10 form.