Shakespearean Sonnet Poem

My darling, please come back and be with me.

Every night I wonder where you are.

The reason why you ran, I cannot see.

You are my one and only shining star.

I sit here waiting for you to come through the door.

Asking myself what I ever did wrong.

From all the worrying my muscles have become sore.

When will you come home? How long?

I wish this whole thing had never taken place,

And just erase it from my little mind.

How I long to see your smiling face,

And feel your loving heart; so kind.

What’s that I hear on the door? A small tap?

I open it, and see your face through the small gap.

Elegy Poem

Oh my lovely, darling grandmother dear,

Oh how I long to see your beautiful face.

Oh how my heart wishes you were still here.

Oh to see you in your pretty, pretty lace.

The way you made us children laugh and smile.

Making us giggle when you wore someone else’s shoes.

Being our one true friend all the while.

Whenever I was with you my happiness grew.

But now you have gone from this blue and green world.

Off to hold other children’s precious hands.

You’re moving at Jesus’ special pace,

Up to the sky to fulfill his perfect plans.

Oh my lovely, darling grandmother dear,

Oh how my heart wishes you were still here.

Ballad Poem

They’ve always been number one.

With all their trophies shining bright.

When the clock ran down the game was done.

The crowd exploded, what a sight.

Cheering for the yellow and green.

Hoping they would win the game.

Shining light for every teen.

Trying hard to bring themselves fame.

I as a fan loved their team.

Watching them score from the side,

Made me think they were machines.

Someday I know they’ll be known worldwide.

I believe they are the best.

Every team that plays the Packers,

Ends up losing, just as we guessed.

Because we are the mighty attackers.

Ghazal Poem

I sit here wondering what if you were still mine.

So many things we’d do if you were still mine.

We’d walk together down the old dirt lane.

Together we’d hum a tune if you were still mine.

We’d lie under the Oak tree and talk about everything in the world.

I’d tell you my deepest secrets if you were still mine.

We’d go to the river and fish for some trout with our worms.

I’d share my lunch with you if you were still mine.

We’d go ice skating on the frozen pond out back.

Together we’d laugh and we’d smile if you were still mine.

We’d lie on our backs and stare at the starry skies.

I’d point out the hidden Big Dipper if you were still mine.

We’d watch from our window with glee as the first snow fell.

Together we’d wait for Santa if you were still mine.

We’d watch the sun rise from the East, on the top of our house.

I’d sit beside your body if you were still mine.

We’d go for a swim in the ocean so deep and so blue.

You’d make me come into the water if you were mine.

We’d go home together and sit on the couch.

I’d stroke your furry head if you were mine.

Ode Poem

My Grandpa has a box full of bees.

All day they work to make lots of honey.

Flying from flower to flower with great ease.

Only to be seen when the day is sunny.

Smooth, sticky, golden and creamy.

It makes everyday seem so dreamy.

Smooth as the silkworms’ white silk.

Sticky as liquid Elmer’s glue.

Golden as heaven’s streets God built.

Creamy as the cow’s milk that did spew.

Honey is a sweet token on everyone’s tongue.

We’ll give you lots, but careful not to get stung.

Careful not to get stung.