Day Two: 5th Period: Poems
Today you will be sharing the poems you have brought to class. Comment to this "Day Two" post to share your poem with the class. Please remember to include the title and author of the poem as well as your name at the bottom of the post.
Life,
ReplyDeleteI am of both your directions
Existing more with the cold frost
Strong as a cobweb in the wind
Hanging downward the most
Somehow remaining
Those beaded rays have the colors
I've seen in paintings--ah life
They have cheated you
Thinner than a cobwebs’ thread
Sheerer than any-
But it did attach itself
And held fast in strong winds
And signed by the leaping hot fires
Life-of which at singular times
I am both of your directions-
Somehow I remain hanging downward the most
As both of your directions pull me.
- Marilyn Munroe/ Queen Mukiibi
Only For You
ReplyDeleteWriting with my heart
Writing you with Love
You understood me always
You were there for me all the time
Helped me in many ways
when I was in trouble
Took me from Dark area
to
Clear area
U let me see the future days
with Love
U were always there for me
till now
My Baby
Love U!
&
Thank you very much
For all that you've
Given! !
Dream Garl/Shaquia Anderson
"When You Come" by Maya Angelou
ReplyDeleteWhen you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I CRY
DeShanti' Jones
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ReplyDeleteJoseph Jeffers
ReplyDeleteThe Eagle
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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ReplyDeleteAbel Baptista
ReplyDeleteThe Road Not Taken
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,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
thought as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way lead on to way,
I doubted if i should ever come back,
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.
Student teacher
ReplyDeletein that seat where you sat
a speak will remain
you often wore your thinking hat
during class you failed to chat
your example will sustain.
you taught you lessons well
as an eagle guides the birds
when questions rose you failed to yell
diving for that answer bell
rose your hand and grasped those words.
thank you for the seeds you planted
seeds of guidance with classmates
there is this song that will be chanted
and its echoe will be granted
where another delegates.
By Adam B. Garfield-Turner
Veronica Mendoza
I Love You
ReplyDeleteby Sara Teasdale
When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.
Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.
O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.
Anthony
ReplyDelete"Cross"
Langston Hughes
My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I'm sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder were I'm going to die,
Being neither white nor black?
Life And Those Who Live It
ReplyDeleteWhat you tell others you do for me,
And how you regard my presence in your life...
Are just mere words you use to entertain their attention.
What you say to others is not what I've witnessed.
I've witnessed you using my abilities to call them your own.
I've witnessed you lieing to defend your inappropriate activities,
Because you lack backbone to stand on your own two feet.
And I've been victimized by you several times,
And this I have condoned but to you it has gone unknown.
The only fool you have taken me for and believe I am,
Is the fool who acknowledges...
The you I should have left alone,
A long time ago!
The only thing you can accuse me of doing,
Is being overly patient...
With someone who has manage to take,
Life and those who live it...
Totally for granted!
Written by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Touched By An Angel
ReplyDeleteWe, 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
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
Maya Angel/Marcus Cooper
@queen
ReplyDeleteyour poem was nice it had meaning about cobwebs because it starts off as a strong web but yet it ends up a thin one. . Isee this poem has imagery when it says the leaping hot fire , it really tells you how hot the fire is . I like the poem you chose because it was nicely written. It has an abstract rhythm that I like because it is so distinct. I like the simile used in the poem “ am of both your directions existing more with the cold frost strong as a cobweb in the wind hanging downward the most somehow remaining
Relationship of Mother and Daughter
ReplyDeleteYou can see it in their eyes,
in tender hugs and long good-byes,
a love that only moms and daughters know.
You can see it in their smiles,
through passing years and changing styles,
a friendship that continually seems to grow.
You can see it in their lives,
the joy each one of them derives,
in just knowing that the other one is there...
To care and to understand,
lend an ear or hold a hand,
and to celebrate the memories they share.
- Anonymous