Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life.
Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies
To You. by Walt Whitman LET us twain walk aside from the rest; Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony, Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none-Tell me the whole story, Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife,
To My Wife - With A Copy Of My Poems by Oscar Wilde I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say.
For if of these fallen petals One to you seem fair, Love will waft it till it settles On your hair.
There is another sky by Emily Dickinson There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; H
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; Then took the other, as just as fair, An
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at m
The New Poetry Handbook by Mark Strand 1 If a man understands a poem, he shall have troubles.
2 If a man lives with a poem, he shall die lonely.
3 If a man lives with two poems, he shall be unfaithful to one.
4 If a man conceives of a poem, he shall have
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert F rost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My lit tle horse must think i t queer To stop without a
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil well
Romance by Edgar Allan Poe Romance, who loves to nod and sing With drowsy head and folded wing Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been-most familiar bird- Taught me my alphabet to say, To
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride
Messy Room by Shel Silverstein Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window, His sweater
Life Is Fine by Langston Hughes I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered! I came up twice and cried! If that water hadn't a-been so cold I might've sunk and died.
Let America Be America Again by Langston H ughes Let America be America again. Let i t be the dream it used to be. Let i t be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fi re the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything
If those I loved were lost by Emily Dickinson If those I loved were lost The Crier's voice would tell me -If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring -
Did those I loved repose The Daisy would impel me. Philip - when bewildered Bore his ridd
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Do Not Go Gentle I n to That Good Night by Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is r ight, Because their words h
Bear In There by Shel Silverstein There's a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire-He likes it 'cause it's cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, He's munching the ric
A Girl by Ezra Pound The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breastDownward, The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you ar
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his f l ight To cool in