A "Romanticism" poem is a poem about nature and love while having emphasis on the personal experience. 

The Dome Above, The River Below

Crisp air

Chirping birds

Green grass

Fresh breeze

under the granite above.

Budding flowers

Buzzing bees

Sunshine cresting

Rabbits marching

Over the water below.

Tenderness fills the heart

at the sight of abundance life.

Nature's gentle arms

wraps around the soul.

True affection,

Sincere devotion,

Genuine fondness,

Arms wide open

Discovered under the granite above

and over the water below. 

A Villanelle is a French form of poetry.

This is a 19 line poem with the following rhyming scheme: aba, aba, aba, aba, aba, abaa

The 1st and 3rd lines are repeated in alternating order and appear together in the last two lines. 

The Vines

by: Stephanie Burkhart

The grapes grew wild and free.

He walked through the spiny vines,

Knowing the sun and soil were key. 

The sunlight pierced the broad canopy.

He laid out his plan along careful lines.

The grapes grew wild and free.

The wind came, rattling the tree.

With delibrate precision, he placed his signs.

Knowing the sun and soil were key.

Frost brought his land to its knees.

He blew heat on the readying vines.

The grapes grew wild and free.

Clouds covered the insects and bees.

he watched and waited in the lines,

knowing the sun and soil were key.

The rain drove away the frost until he could see.

Round blubs of fruit proved a hopeful sign.

The grapes grew wild and free,

knowing the sun and soil were key. 


As The Leaves Change

The temperature drops oh so mildly,

trees turn from green to yellow and gold.

And ever so wildly,

my home changes ever so boldly.

And so the leaves change,

but not my heart.

I long for the secuirty 

of the changing leaves I'm used to

and the friendships I adore.

Royal purples and vibrant reds,

orange pumpkins and Indian corn,

bring in a week of Indian summer,

and then for six months will nothing be born.

And so the leaves change,

but not my heart.

I long for this beautiful season

and to share all this 

with the person who will give my life reason.


Here is one of my favorite poems from one of my favorite poets, Emily Dickinson. Enjoy!

I Heard a Fly Buzz

by: Emily Dickinson

I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -

The Stillness in the Room

Was like the Stillness in the Air -

Between the Heaves of Storm - 

The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -

And breaths were gathering firm

For that last Onset - when the King

Be witnessed - in the Room - 

I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away

What portions of me be

Assignable - and then it was

There interposed a Fly - 

With Blue - uncertain stumbling Buzz -

Between the light - and me - 

And then the Windows failed - and then

I could not see to see -