Acrostic Poem

R-oses are red, not green
O-ver a smile that loves every mine
N-o one to punish, no one to hurt.
A-ll over the things that grows,
M-ay each look have the humility to know what they've done.
A-nswers are not always hurried, they should be waited.
E-veryone desereves that GOD made.  

Haiku

Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.

Sonnet

Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild sunrise –
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.