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A ballad (or ballade) is a form of narrative verse that can be either poetic or musical. It typically follows a pattern of rhymed quatrains.

Brothers and men that shall after us be,
Let not your hearts be hard to us:
For pitying this our misery
Ye shall find God the more piteous."

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A rhymed poem is a work of poetry that contains rhyming vowel sounds at particular moments.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, and so are you.

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Pastoral poems usually make use of an idyllic setting, one that is completely, or almost entirely, removed from society. Usually, there is a single narrator who is engaging with the natural landscape in a meaningful way. Farm settings are widely popular within the genre, as is the promotion of a simpler, more natural life

I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

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It is a form of verse, usually humorous and frequently rude, in five-line, predominantly anapestic trimeter with a strict rhyme scheme of AABBA, in which the first, second and fifth line rhyme, while the third and fourth lines are shorter and share a different rhyme.
The following example is a limerick of unknown origin:

A wonderful bird is the pelican,
His bill will hold more than his belican,
He can take in his beak
Enough food for a week

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Blank verse is a literary device defined as un-rhyming verse written in iambic pentameter. In poetry and prose, it has a consistent meter with 10 syllables in each line (pentameter); where, unstressed syllables are followed by stressed ones, five of which are stressed but do not rhyme. It is also known as “un-rhymed iambic pentameter.”

You stars that reign’d at my nativity,
Whose influence hath allotted death and hell,
Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist
Into entrails of yon labouring clouds, …
So that my soul may but ascend to Heaven …