There once was a table named dick,
she was always as hard as a brick,
and the smile that she had,
always made her feel sad,
to comfort her I taught her to lick.

This limerick doesn't make any sense but it is still a poem.

There once was a turtle called hi,
who ate everything but pie,
she ate a small piece of cake,
not knowing she was at the lake,
and the whole thing fell off the sky.
 

 
Right now I am sad,
A teardrop falls from my eye,
a big splash I hear.

I am a haiku,
5 sylables and seven,
and I have three lines

(Warning: I am not the narrator of this poem. I am the author of it.) 

This is a poem to show a different point of view a person can have:

There is this girl,
she pretends to be shy,
but when you talk to her personally,
She is such a chatterbox.

She is a showoff,
(at least when I'm there),
and people like her,
how is that fair?

My friends say she is pretty,
funny,
friendly,
nice and more,
I really can't stand it,
They don't give me pity,
and I'm sure that one day they'll Love her,
and Hate me,
and I won't be popular anymore.

I have a plan,
I'm going to take,
all her friends and a piece of cake,
I'll prove to them,
I'll lie if I have to,
that she is not a good friend.

And then I'll have power,
I'll be popular again,
but this living mean creature,
will still be there.

So I have to prepare,
and organize,
that this is not going to happen,
No, no shy, baby-like, chaterbox, showoff , small creature!!!!