seventeen syllables.

 Written in a 5/7/5 syllable count. Haiku poems are usually

about nature and its surroundings.

Here is an example of a haiku:

  round lumps of cells grow
  up to love porridge later
  become The Supremes

A cinquain  poem is a five versed poem with no rhyme.

Here is an example of a cinquain poem:

Knights

Armour  ,shields

Fighting,  charging, slaughtering

Worried,  delighted, brave, fearsome

Crusaders

 forming a diamond shape.

Here is an example of a diamante poem:

Bike
                                                 Shiny, quiet,
                                    Pedaling, spinning, weaving
                     Whizzing round corners, zooming along roads
                                      Racing, roaring, speeding
                                                  Fast, loud,
                                                       Car

                      Rockets Red Glare

                                  I
                               see
                            above
                           my head
                           sparkling
                           lights  of 
                        bright colors
                        Announcing
                           Signaling
                           Rejoicing
                          Sounding
                          dreaming
                             calling
                              to my  

                              being 
                              telling
                           me that I
                          am free of
                        oppressions
                       can  you  see
                     what           they
                  Have                 Said

 narrative voice.The entire story is usually written in

 metred verse.

:The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost 

 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
   And sorry I could not travel both
   And be one traveler, long I stood
   And looked down one as far as I could
   To where it bent in the undergrowth;

With no patterns or rhyme.

          Fog  by Carl Sandburg

          The fog comes

          on little cat feet.

          It sits looking

         over harbor and city

         on silent haunches

        and then moves on.

 to your mind with out

actually mentioning it.

to match the action that just

happend

done over and over again.

repeats in a certain pattern.

put in.