This was done as a writing exercise. Acrostic poems are generally easy to do. One must use their imagination and try to come up with something unique, but at the same time keep with the subject matter of the title. I certainly hope you enjoy this one I wrote.

An acrostic poem is a poem where the first letter of each line spells a word or a phrase when written in order from the first line to the last line.  

Poetry flows smooth

On wings of rhythm,

Encouraging the reader

To finish each line,

Reading every word carefully,

Yearning for more.

Always feeling for emotions,

Not desiring to be told

Daring to see imagery

Projected in writing

Reeling in sensations

Of various measure

Sending the reader into

Epic proportions of rhapsody.

A cinquiano poem is a poem with twenty-two (22) syllables total. The first line will have two (2) syllables, the second eight (8), the third six (6), the fourth four (4), and the final line will have two (2) syllables like the first.

Stately

Growing hale and high, leaves flutter

At passersby, humbly

Bowing without

Breaking.

Basic rhyming poetry can vary in rhming patterns. There are so many patterns that i will not list them all here. The poem Conerstone of Hell is one I wrote for a contest from a prompt. Unfortunately I misread the prompt. It was actually Cornerstore of Hell. I think I just got a litte excited.  

Enjoy this poem. . . if you can! 

You know of me. . . I am the man

Whom you hate to see when you're asleep.

I come in dreams, I need not bring my clan

I'm the Cornerstone of Hell! where souls weep.

No one can escape from my mighty hand.

My grip is death to all here in my place.

This destiny is not what you planned.

When you come here you will see my face.

I'm the mightiest angel of all.

Smell the fire and all the brimstone.

I was worthy of heaven, standing tall

Stuck in this pit forever. . .not alone.

While I'm here I'll be very livid.

I'll torment and torture all the souls.

Your time here. . . will surely be horrid

Amid the sulfur and flaming coals.

My name is Satan! as you should know.

Fallen from heaven to lie, steal and kill

To destroy those who choose to follow

This angel of light. . . of their own freewill.

Weeping, wailing, gnashing of teeth too

As my demons laugh at you and scorn.

You beg for mercy; with your mouth you chew,

On your flesh. . . wishing you were never born.

Free verse poetry needs no rhyming or a certain pattern. Melodies always make poems better, but is not necessary in free verse. The following poem tells a story, of sorts, that is easily seen. I do hope you enjoy it very much.

If you love me,

You must love my ghosts.

They are with me

Everywhere I go.

My ghosts are not spirits,

As many believe them to be.

My ghosts are my past

They always follow me.

They are what makes me

Who I am today.

Everywhere I go,

My ghosts always stay.

New ghosts come

As I walk each step.

Molding, shaping me,

Making me my best.

Take me as I am

Try to change me not.

Love me, love my ghosts

Or please just, love me not.

Prose is poetry written in everyday language. Words used are words we use on a daily basis. It can be written in paragraph form or traditional poem form. It should show a story instead of just telling the story.