- Narrative: a story being told
- Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house.
- Ballds: a narrative poem of made of short stanzas and for singing
- "Give it up, you can't win. Cause I know where you've been. Such a shame you don't put up a fight. It's a game that we play at the end of the night. It's the same old story but you never get it right. Give it up." - Ariana Grande and Elizabeth Gillies
- Epic: a long poem about a hero
- Abraham Lincoln was a man with a beard. He was a man without fear. He freed slavery with all his bravery.
- Lyric: the words to a song
- "Ain't nobody loves me better, makes me happy, makes me feel this way. Ain't nobody loves me better than you." - Jessica Lucas
- Sonnets: a poem of thoughts and ideas in 14 lines
- "FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee." - William Shakespeare
- Odes: a poem written emotionally to someone
From "This...Is Life"
- "Ode to those who would place their family before their own ambitions. Ode, to the soul of our nation. Women. For if it is men, that our history, it is surely women, that are the soul. Ode, to the parents of this world who teach their children the values of life and living. Ode to the countless millions, who give of themselves and ask for nothing in return." - © Joe Fazio
- Elegies: a mournful, plain poem sung at funerals
- "Looking at the skies, I seem to see a million eyes. Which ones are yours? Where are you now that yesterday has come and gone and closed it's doors? The night is so much darker. The wind is so much colder. The world I see is so much bigger now that I'm alone. Papa, please forgive me. Try to understand me. Papa, don't you know I had no choice?" - Barbara Streisand
