Today you will be searching the internet looking for a poem that appeals to you. After you have found a poem that you really like, copy and paste it into your blog response. Please be sure to include the title of the poem and the author. Next, write a response telling what you like about the poem you selected.
This should all go in one blog post, so do not select a five page long poem.Here are some sites you may use to locate a poem.
www.poets.org
www.poems.com
www.poetry.com
www.poetryfoundation.org
This should all go in one blog post, so do not select a five page long poem.Here are some sites you may use to locate a poem.
www.poets.org
www.poems.com
www.poetry.com
www.poetryfoundation.org
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Turtle
by Kay Ryan
Who would be a turtle who could help it?
A barely mobile hard roll, a four-oared helmet,
she can ill afford the chances she must take
in rowing toward the grasses that she eats.
Her track is graceless, like dragging
a packing-case places, and almost any slope
defeats her modest hopes. Even being practical,
she's often stuck up to the axle on her way
to something edible. With everything optimal,
she skirts the ditch which would convert
her shell into a serving dish. She lives
below luck-level, never imagining some lottery
will change her load of pottery to wings.
Her only levity is patience,
the sport of truly chastened things.
I like this poem because it reminds me of my mom. She loves turtles thats why and also because we have a turtle and it reminds me off it. Even though i never notice its in the house but its there swimming in its home. Or doing whatever a turtle does.lOl
HOW DO I LOVE THEE ??
By: Elizabeth Barret something else
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
I think that I really relate to this is a way. lol The poem is about love and how do you love that person and right now thats how i feel about me and my other. lol We have been together for about 10 months now and its been getting harder and harder. Theres so much more to a reltionshio then I thought. But sometimes I just think to myself how do I know I'm really in love or how do I even show that I really love this person ?? You know. It gets even harder when you have never felt this way about anybody else before. And now that it has happened Im all confused inside and kind of lost so all I can do is go along with it and just keep asking myself these questions until I figure out the answers to them ! Lmao !! =]...
Life
by Jenna Spears
Sometimes I can see myself running.
But what am I running from?
I'm running from life.
It's impossible to get away.
Sometimes I wish I could just close my eyes,
And then things would be different.
I just want to be somebody.
I don't know if I can, but I'll try.
I've messed up in my life more then once.
But at least I'm still alive.
But do I want to be?
Yes . . . I do.
People mess up all the time.
It's no reason to just run away.
If you do, your problems will wait for you.
You just gotta move on.
You have to except what you've done.
Just can't sit and feel sorry for yourself.
Life's not that bad.
It's what you make it out to be.
There will be good and bad times.
Sometimes more bad then good.
Either way it's life.
I would never want to change my life.
Even though I've messed up in the past.
I think it made me a stronger person.
So instead of running,
I'll stay and take life as it is!
* I love this poem. I have heard it before and everytime is reminds me of how sweet life is. Even though you make mistakes you have to move past it because it probably made you stronger in the end. I know i have had my fair share of wrongs but I got past them and went on with life. This poem really shows that you should love life and keep going on.
To My Dear and Loving Husband
By: Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more we may live ever.
What I loved about this poem was that it showed everlasting love. To many people love does not exist, or some may take it for granted. But there are some people out there who are lucky enough to find the true definition of love and cherishes it. This poem shows me that there is hope, and once you find your love, it's hard to be away from them for even just a minute.
"Alone"
Well I was lying, thinking, last night,
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty,
and bread loaf is not stone
Well, I came up with one thing,
and I don't believe that I'm wrong:
Alone, all alone,
Nobody can make it out here alone
Nobody can make it out here alone
Well, there are some millionaires
With money they can't use,
Their wives run around like banshees,
And their children, they're singing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure they're hearts of stone,
But nobody, no nobody, can make it alone
Alone, all alone,
Nobody can make it out here alone
Nobody can make it out here alone
Now if you listen closely, I'll tell you what I know,
Storm clouds are gathering,the wind is gonna blow.
The race of man is suffering, and I can hear the moan,
But nobody, no nobody, can make it alone.
Alone, all alone,
Nobody can make it out here alone
Nobody can make it out here alone
I chose this poem because, first off - Maya Angelou is my favorite poet, secondly - it makes you think...In the world we live in today with the economy declining so greatly, the wars and fighting, in this world we live in and call our home we could never survive if we didnt have our family and friends to help us make it through. Through the best times and the hardest times, we cant expect to be able to survive on our own. We must look to our friends that we hold close and tell our closest secrets to, and our family who helped to get us to where we are now and who will continue to lift us up in the future.
Two mismatched socks do I wear
down upon my feet;
one is old and loose and worn,
the other snug and neat.
And as I skip and walk and stroll
all about the town,
not a worry's paid the younger sock;
its mate keeps falling down!
Perhaps I should too mention
that the elder sock,
despite its threadbare, stubborn nature,
sure has seen a lot.
And though its younger counterpart,
trustworthy and fair,
may not have seen as many steps,
together they're a pair.
Best Friend Poem by Hal P. Bichel from Family Friend Poems
I like this poem because it describes me and my best friend very well. Were oppisties but were unseperable.
The Vulture
by Hilaire Belloc
The Vulture eats between his meals
And that's the reason why
He very, very rarely feels
As well as you and I.
His eye is dull, his head is bald,
His neck is growing thinner.
Oh! what a lesson for us all
To only eat at dinner!
.......... Okay so I really love this poem. It reminds me alot of myself. I laughed when I read it because I literally eat like 7 meals a day. Haha I just hope I dont start looking like that poor vulture. :(
Friends, by Jean Kyler McManus
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure
for our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives
with beauty, joy, and grace.
And makes the whole world we live in
a better and happier place.
This poem desribes what a true friend is. A true friend is somebody you should be able to count on. It's a short, simple poem but it says a lot. It appealed to me, because friends are the most important thing in my life right now. All teenagers try to weed out the bad people in life. Everybody in your life that fills you with joy are your friends. (:
Spellbound
by Emily Brontë
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing dear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
I like this poem because it spoke to me. It made me see and feel everything around her. I felt connected, like i was there.
Pink Flamingos In The Snow
BY: Naomi B. Patterson
Pink flamingos in the snow,
newly planted in drifts
as high as their fat plastic bellies,
their gaudy long necks
stretched to watch the passing traffic.
I drive along my usual route
in glassy ice-formed ruts,
thinking bad thoughts about winter
and brooding darkly
about the endless wet and cold.
Then four flamingos catch my eye,
laughing at their own frigid landscape
and feigning warmth of other climes.
I smile and thank the thoughtful wag
who placed them there
for offering hope
and pointing us toward spring.
I really like this poem because it's about plastic lawn flamingos, which are my favorite kind of flamingo. LOL
How School Works
Spectacular!
Today is Monday,
You're off to that dreaded place,
5 days a week you spend here,
You'll never escape!
You have your books,
You have your brain,
When the day is through,
It'll be in a lot of pain,
And you have your friends,
Some good and some great,
But talk to them too much and you'll be late.
Keep your grades up though and watch with care,
Someday you'll look at colleges and say I want to go there,
So with your head full of knowledge and shoes full of feet,
If you let it, school can help you accomplish any feat!
I think this poem is very true. Well to most people anyways. it illustrates what i go through like every day.
Winter Trees
by William Carlos Williams
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
I picked this poem because I like winter. It gives a wonderful description of the trees. Yeah, the trees are pretty when their leaves change colors and then they fall of and leave a big mess. Once it snows, the trees seem to turn white when they are coated with frost. The blanket of snow looks nice while it lasts. The trees, that really do look like they are sleeping, make the snow stand out more to me.
Dreams of Freedom
By:Belinda Schuler-chin
Sometimes I wonder what it is like to be free,
Like a monkey swinging from tree to tree,
Or like young eagles way in the skies,
Calling to each other with joyful cries.
Oh, to be free and without a care,
Not to live in bondage or constant fear.
To live each day and spread my wings,
To be forever untouched by negative things.
This poem means a lot to me, It's about being free, which is somthing i wish for everyday of my life. "To forever be untouched by negative things". To me this means no drama, no tears, no fighting. Which is something every teen deals with. And at some point everyone needs to spread their wings.
Dear Kirstin and Dayna,
I really loved both of your poems.
Kirstin, your poem is so funny. Only you would pick that. I love it!
Dayna, I really loved your poem. Everyone needs a friend. I'm glad I'm yours.
:)
Love
By Crystal Carabeo
You ask what is love?
To some love is hurtful,
to others love is cheerful,
some say love is love,
some think love is like a dove,
is beautiful and caring,
some say love is just daring,
love is also like a book,
you can't judge by it's look.
Love is just there,
I think it shows how you care,
it's not there to stare,
love is incredible although it's no edible,
love is what most want they never know it will haunt,
what happens when it's over,
does your heart split in three like a clover,
next time you ask yourself what is love?
Will you think it 's like a glove ready to pull your heart out,
it will make you pout,
love is something hiding it's waiting to attack,
so you better have a comeback.
What is love?
You tell me......
I like this poem because its like talking about what love really is, because love is so confusing it can mean diffrent many things to other people. Thats pretty much how i feel about love. At times it can be cheerful but at other times it can be very hurtful it goes either way,. So it pretty much relates to me in a way.
Gosh Kirstin, everyone is trying to be deep, and you post a poem about stinkin lawn flamingos. Only you, only you.
Ariel, i'm glad you be my friend too.
Theodpre Geisel 23 Daves
Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave
Had twenty-three sons and she named them all Dave?
Well, she did. And that wasn't a smart thing to do.
You see, when she wants one and calls out, "Yoo-Hoo!
Come into the house, Dave!" she doesn't get one.
All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run!
This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves'
As you can imagine, with so many Daves.
And often she wishes that, when they were born,
She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn
And one of them Hoos-Foos. And one of them Snimm.
And one of them Hot-Shot. And one Sunny Jim.
And one of them Shadrack. And one of them Blinkey.
And one of them Stuffy. And one of them Stinkey.
Another one Putt-Putt. Another one Moon Face.
Another one Marvin O'Gravel Balloon Face.
And one of them Ziggy. And one Soggy Muff.
One Buffalo Bill. And one Biffalo Buff.
And one of them Sneepy. And one Weepy Weed.
And one Paris Garters. And one Harris Tweed.
And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt
And one of them Oliver Boliver Butt
And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate ...
But she didn't do it. And now it's too late.
I like this peom because its kind of rediculous, and there are alot of entertaining rhymes in it and because Theodore Geisel is my favorite poet.
"Sideways"
You know it ain't easy
For these thoughts here to leave me
There's no words to describe it
In French or in English
Well, diamonds they fade
And flowers they bloom
And I'm telling you
These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
They've been knockin' me out lately
Whenever you come around me
These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
I keep thinking in a moment that
Time will take them away
But these feelings won't go away
I pickes this song because this song remindes me of a girl. Me and this girl used to go taging back when i lived in Cali.During are painting sesions we used to lisin to this song. Now that i live in Kansas i miss taging with her and the feeling of me missing her wont go away.
Sonnet 29
By William Shakespeare
When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon my self and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate,
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
I absolutely love this sonnet!! I find it so sweet and about the only way I can describe it is by saying "Awwwww!!". You can tell that there is this man that is in absolute depression but it just makes his day to think about this woman he is in love with. It makes me think about how I want a guy that would think this way about me. But unfortunately, not many guys are like that.
Angel Teardrops
by Kathleen Sheppard
My guardian angel, once careless and free,
flew into the clouds and lost touch with me.
Her tears were cold and wet, falling on my face.
Her smile had left us without a trace.
Her angelic lips quivered, frozen and scared,
I felt rain clouds visiting, and had to prepare.
I knew that angels, often content,
were very special presents that God had sent.
To see one so sad,
so afraid,
so alone,
had made me weep while the cold winds had blown.
Her wings lost feathers,
comforting and soft,
falling from the stars,
floating aloft.
Her pain was felt throughout the land,
to feel true misery is impossible to stand.
I prayed so that when her hurting stops,
I'll be able to taste the angel's teardrops.
This poem explains me in a nutshell because i have recently just lost a friend and this is what we had to go through. All this pain and hurt but were still each others angels and best friends.
I hate every one in this class, i hope every body get in a car accident. Ms. Harjo Stinks, and she cant dance
everyday i sit and cry
living out this big long lie
feeling emptiness loneliness pain
why is life so cruel so insain
sitting here i stop and stare
nothing but heartache despare
all my angers all my fears
all my sorrows all my tears
tomorrow comes another day
how can i live this desperate way
suddenly all alone
i may live here but it's not my home
thinking back my memories flood
snap reality my shiney red blood
I pick this poem because it reminds me of me!
Broken Hearts
© By Kaitlyn Clements
When I started as a seventh grader
I didn't think life could be greater.
Soon everything fell apart
and you pieced together my broken heart.
I opened up and let you in,
I never thought you'd hurt me in the end.
I never understood what went wrong.
I didn't think it would hurt this long.
All the things you said to me,
I always thought we would be.
The past we cannot forget
But our hearts might be filled with great regret.
I've survived heartbreak and I'll do it again.
I cannot dwell on one of you men.
Love comes your way each and everyday,
It isn't obvious but is shown in a different way.
Some people feel it and others don't,
There are some people who just won't.
Loving is living,
You have to be giving.
Hiding away won't solve the problem today.
Embrace each chance to give your heart away.
Love hurts but take chances,
You will find different romances.
I will open my heart once more
But my heart will always be sore.
This poem to me describes exactly what ive been through. it opens up my eyes and lets me realize that there is more out there than what i have had. It makes me feel better. Everyone goes through that little feeling of hurt.
I like because its talking about how there is young love and how is can be patient and how love can also be healed and can turn put to tragedy and like now in this days love is like a huge deal with heartbreaking and cheating and also lies and this talks about love is the real thing
Young Love
Love is patient, love is kind,
And what our loves express is true.
No amount of tragedy can tear
or break the love I have for you.
Time has healed our many wounds,
But has not erased the memory.
But we'll hold on, we'll stay together.
We will get through this, you and me.
Though we are young and still learning
About ourselves, our world today,
In my heart, I'll always love you,
And in my heart you'll always stay.
As days go by, as time progresses,
We will change, mature, and always grow.
But as we grow, as we reminisce,
There is one thing I will always know.
My love for you will never falter,
Never cease, for it's always true.
With love comes patience, but it's worth the wait,
To share my unending love with you.
- Jessica Wheaton -
I agree with John Proctor, but Harjo does not stink. I think that His wife stinks more, damn you Elizabeth. I hope that soon John will let thy Elizabeth hang, and come back to me, Abigail. ♥
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
by E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
I like this poem, because i think it represents what love is, i think that by saying that he always has her heart in his, he is saying that he will never forget her.
Abigail, I hope you deserve what you get. AND STAY AWAY FROM MY BABYDADDY! Or I'mma drop kick you like no otha motha truckaa.
Why can't we all just be friends? John, you are the minister. show an example. Abby, you are a slut. Get over it. JOHN DOESN'T LOVE YOU. and Elizabeth.. Abby is a stupid teenager. She is going to be in love with your hunk of a husband. GET YOURSELVES A FEW LIVES!!!
God loves you.
Why can't we all just be friends? John, you are the minister. show an example. Abby, you are a slut. Get over it. JOHN DOESN'T LOVE YOU. and Elizabeth.. Abby is a stupid teenager. She is going to be in love with your hunk of a husband. GET YOURSELVES A FEW LIVES!!!
God loves you.
..My husband isn't a minister? He's just a mere farmer. DUH REBECCA NURSE.
The Storm
by Theodore Roethke
1
Against the stone breakwater,
Only an ominous lapping,
While the wind whines overhead,
Coming down from the mountain,
Whistling between the arbors, the winding terraces;
A thin whine of wires, a rattling and flapping of leaves,
And the small street-lamp swinging and slamming against
the lamp pole.
Where have the people gone?
There is one light on the mountain.2
Along the sea-wall, a steady sloshing of the swell,
The waves not yet high, but even,
Coming closer and closer upon each other;
A fine fume of rain driving in from the sea,
Riddling the sand, like a wide spray of buckshot,
The wind from the sea and the wind from the mountain contending,
Flicking the foam from the whitecaps straight upward into the darkness.
A time to go home!--
And a child's dirty shift billows upward out of an alley,
A cat runs from the wind as we do,
Between the whitening trees, up Santa Lucia,
Where the heavy door unlocks,
And our breath comes more easy,--
Then a crack of thunder, and the black rain runs over us, over
The flat-roofed houses, coming down in gusts, beating
The walls, the slatted windows, driving
The last watcher indoors, moving the cardplayers closer
To their cards, their anisette.3
We creep to our bed, and its straw mattress.
We wait; we listen.
The storm lulls off, then redoubles,
Bending the trees half-way down to the ground,
Shaking loose the last wizened oranges in the orchard,
Flattening the limber carnations.
A spider eases himself down from a swaying light-bulb,
Running over the coverlet, down under the iron bedstead.
The bulb goes on and off, weakly.
Water roars into the cistern.
We lie closer on the gritty pillow,
Breathing heavily, hoping--
For the great last leap of the wave over the breakwater,
The flat boom on the beach of the towering sea-swell,
The sudden shudder as the jutting sea-cliff collapses,
And the hurricane drives the dead straw into the living pine-tree.
I like this poem because it reminds me how much the weather makes me interested in it. I like this poem because it tells me how strong i can be against others just like nature is. I also chose this poem because it talks not only about weather but what the weather causes.
Lines Written Before the Day Shift
Let me be the architect
in the glass city of your mouth,
the wild clock of your mouth
that spins backward: glass to sand,
sand to freshwater pearl.
Let me be the beekeeper, feather
merchant, knife thrower, soothsayer,
the savant of your mouth.
The farrier with tested theories
of wear and distance,
the shoeing of your mouth,
the alchemy of it, its horse-drawn wheel.
Let me hoist half a sugared lemon
to the slick roof.
Because the mouth moves us
from one unknowing to the next,
let me banish the charted course,
theory, and fine angles;
let no mechanical lily
take root in its soil;
let nothing be raised
to its palate—no pale words,
no anvil's lust for iron, nor the hands of men.
Let nothing obscure the mystery
of the thumb-deep vault
of your open mouth
as you sleep under the dawn-flicker
of tea lights.
Let there be room enough
for the Weaver Maiden and Ox Driver
who lie shackled to polar banks
of the River of Heaven, where once a year
they cross those star-laced waters in your mouth
on a bridge of sparrows,
meet midway and lose themselves
wholly in each other like branches of wisteria.
Give me this star-tortured patience,
the yearning, this one night lived
and relived in the heavenly bodies
moving over the wings of your mouth.
One thimbleful of wet light
poured into another.
i like it because it has a bright and darkside to it.
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