Slightly late with this, due to getting distracted by Eurovision, so a very quick Limerick/Haiku hybrid for you.
(Edited because v1 didn’t quite work)

That poor old chump Hump!
Post-Eurovision, he’ll feel
Quite down in the dumps!

A paradelle is an obscure and challenging medieval French fo…
Wait, no it isn’t. It’s a parody which a gentleman named Billy Collins created and passed off as a genuine classical form.
They are actually kind of fun to write, and invariably conjure up something pretentious.

The second part of this poem may or may not be an Ojibwa legend. It features in the poem Song Of Hiawatha, which Longfellow claimed was a faithful recording of the legends of the tribe. In fact, he made stuff up, edited stuff out, and stole stuff from other mythologies, in an imperialistic, cultural misappropriatey sort of way.

Wherever it came from, it’s a nice legend.

The dandelion heads: transmuted from gold into silver
The dandelion heads: transmuted from gold into silver
Ghostly globes, destroyed by a breath of wind
Ghostly globes, destroyed by a breath of wind
The heads of gold destroyed, by ghostly wind, transmuted,
Into silver globes: breath from a dandelion.

Prairie maiden, by the lazy south wind beloved
Prairie maiden, by the lazy south wind beloved
He watched in dismay as her golden hair turned white
He watched in dismay as her golden hair turned white
Wind in the south prairie turned her, golden-hair maiden,
-Lazy beloved – white as dismay. He watched.

This is a Rispetto. It’s a Tuscan verse form used, usually, to give respect to a loved one.

To those who were conditioned to be hateful
Learnt prejudice and scorn from those who raised you
But question what you’ve learned – know that I’m grateful
I take this opportunity to praise you.
If you were raised unbigoted, that’s good
But you are doing no more than you should.
Respect to those whose thoughts are independent,
Whose attitude to others is transcendent!

A silly form, this: in each line, each word is one syllable longer than the last one. And that’s it.
It does involve making four syllable words rhyme, which brings us to such poetic atrocities as rhyming “unempowered” with “overpowered”, so, sorry about that!

I wanted undying dedication
From every employee, unswervingly
The rather unpleasant implication:
I preferred underlings unnervingly
Cowed, without unions, unprotected.
All harried, imbalanced, disempowered.
But lately, bizarrely, undetected,
I’ve become completely overpowered.

My loyal underlings radicalized
Brought about absolute revolution.
Though uncouth, primitive, uncivilized.
I applaud committed resolution!

It’s poem 67, and I’ve not done a quatrain yet.
So here is an angry one about how society loves a tribal, binary concept of identity.
Thanks to fellow transgressor Brooke Magnanti for the first line. You should buy her book, The Sex Myth, even if you’ve decided not to like it.

We like a “them”, we like an “us”
So don’t be “I” or make a fuss.
What use intelligent debate?
We’d rather be told who to hate!

This is an ABC poem. I just wrote the alphabet out and wrote as fast as I could without thinking. There’s kind of a rhyme scheme. I think there may be several. I had to cheat with x and go on a tangent for Z.
It’s no masterpiece, sorry!
God knows why I’m thinking about bilberrying in May.

Are you going to come
Bilberrying with me?
Come! And I will show you
Down among the heather
Each shy little shrub
Frightened of the weather.
Green and shining leaves,
Hide beads of darkest wine
I wish you you’d come and taste the
Juice with me sometime.
Kitchens will fill with flavours
Like heather, sunlight, sky
Meaning we will soon savour
Nectar- bilberry pie!
Open up your mouth
Prepare to taste the wild,
Quite earthy sweetness, do!
Receive what is your due:
Sweet, dark ambrosia
This pie I made for you
Unbeatable the taste
Vineyards cannot compare
With this no time to waste
Xcitement waits out there!
Yes, come outside and feel
Zephyrs dancing in the air!