How do you make a list poem?

1. Choose a topic. Your list poem can be about anything you want, but it's helpful to choose a topic that you're passionate about or that you know a lot about.

2. Brainstorm a list of items. Once you've chosen a topic, start brainstorming a list of items that relate to it. These items can be anything, from concrete objects to abstract concepts.

3. Arrange your items. Once you have a list of items, you need to arrange them in a way that makes sense. You can do this by grouping similar items together, or by creating a chronological or geographical order.

4. Add poetic elements. Once you've arranged your items, you can start adding poetic elements to your poem. This can include using figurative language, such as metaphors and similes, or by creating a rhythm or rhyme scheme.

5. Revise and edit. As with any type of writing, it's important to revise and edit your list poem before you consider it finished. This means checking for errors in grammar, spelling, and punctuation, as well as making sure that your poem flows well and that the meaning is clear.

Here are some examples of list poems:

* "The Garden" by William Carlos Williams

A red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens.

* "The Seven Ages of Man" by William Shakespeare

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.