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Poetry, Poems and Poets.
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Selecting a Reader by Ted Kooser
First, I would have her be beautiful,
and walking carefully up on my poetry
at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,
her hair still damp at the neck
from washing it. She should be wearing
a...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
Picnic, Lightning by Billy Collins
It is possible to be struck by a
meteor or a single-engine plane while
reading in a chair at home. Pedestrians
are flattened by safes falling from
rooftops mostly within the panels of the...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
Promises by DjWhite
What I saw
in your eyes
was the lilt
of a wordless
psalm,a silent
cantata
Mesmerized
I rocked
swayed
to rhythms,
of your whisper
and sultry promises
wafting along the...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe [My Commentary]
Edgar Allan Poe 1809-1849
Let me start off by saying, I refuse to post this poem.
Yes, this is a poetry site, and I do post poems but this poem The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe just...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
BabyBoomer Nest... [Bloglines Clip Blog]
...is up and running.
Looking for Boomers to come and join in the memories.
BabyBoomer Nest
Rhapsody on a Windy Night -- by T.S.Eliot
T.S. Eliot 1888 - 1965
TWELVE o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
Praise Song for the Day by Elizabeth Alexander
Elizabeth Alexander
A Poem for Barack Obama's Presidential InaugurationEach day we go about our business,
walking past each other, catching each other's
eyes or not, about to speak...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
Haiku
Original Haiku is: A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five morae, usually containing a season word.
Western Haiku has changed this lovely form from its...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
Forms of Poetry
There are many different forms of poetry.
Personally I write and only write what's called "Free Verse" poetry. Many people don't understand Free Verse because it doesn't rhyme or they don't...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
You Take My Hand -- by Margaret Atwood
Margaret Atwood -- Canadian Poet
You take my hand and
I'm suddenly in a bad movie,
it goes on and on and
why am I fascinated
We waltz in slow motion
through an air stale with aphrodisms
we meet...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
A Virginal by Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound
No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.
I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness,
For my surrounding air hath a new lightness;
Slight are her arms, yet they have bound...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski (1920-1994)
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
Wilson by Deborah White
His smile was
dawn's slip
into a darkened room.
The hat he wore
(syrup sticky
from the dumpster
outside the local Waffle-House)
sat cocked to the left
on his head,
the mimic of Pisa
a dream never...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
What is Poetry.
There are two basic types of poetry.
Traditional - follows standard rules of grammar and syntax with a regular rhythm and rhyme scheme.Modern - avoids rhyme and standard grammatical organization and...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
Pay to learn how... [Bloglines Clip Blog]
to write a novel.
No, I think not. I'll pass.
The Truth the Dead Know by Anne Sexton
Anne Sexton 1928-1974
Gone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
We drive to...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
So many blogs... [Bloglines Clip Blog]
I just can't keep up. I'm a blogging fool!
Daddy by Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version of "Three Blind Mice" by Billy Collins
Billy Collins former U.S. Poet Laureate
And I start wondering how they come to be blind.
If it was congenital, they would be brothers and sister,
and I think of the poor mother
brooding over...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
A Lemon by Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda (1904-1973)
Out of lemon flowers
loosed
on the moonlight, love's
lashed and insatiable
essences,
sodden with fragrance,
the lemon tree's yellow
emerges,
the lemons
move down
from...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
and so... by Deborah White
I wait for this evening
then I will blanket
you with my flesh;
and remove each breast
to tuck under you,
one under your head,
another stuffed under your feet,
to make you comfortable
as you absorb...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
I Want to Die While You Love Me by Georgia Douglas Johnson
Georgia Douglas Johnson
September 10, 1880 -- May 14, 1966
I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While Laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.
I want to die...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
double-dutch, boston creme and hell
by Deborah White
it's in the crochet
of night when
he's at his worst.
understand,
it's his scent
that makes
my mouth water
aromas velcro
his progeny
beneath my...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
Yet I Do Marvel by Countee Cullen
Countee Cullen
1903-1946
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried mole continues blind,
Why flesh that mirrors Him must...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
People [by Jean Toomer -- Harlem Renaissance Poet/Writer]
from The Collected Poems of Jean Toomer (Poet of the Harlem Renaissance)
To those fixed on white,
White is white,
To those fixed on black,
It is the same,
And red is red,
Yellow,...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
Renaissance: Portrait of a Son -- [My tribute to] Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
My tribute to Langston Hughes
by Deborah White
He always wrote
with the strength & endurance
of noir silk
and sometimes, he'd die
on the same page --
he too, was...
Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.
I, Too, Sing America by Langston Hughes.
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