Favorite Poetry Collection:)

[Sleek]

Here I am going to make a list of my favorite poetry:

We Could Be Friends
Myra Cohn Livingston

We could be friends,
Like friends are supposed to be,
You picking up the telephone,
Calling me
To come over and play,
Or take a walk,
Finding a place,
To sit and talk.
Or just goof around,
Like friends do,
Me picking up the telephone,
Calling you



A Patch Of Old Snow
Robert Frost

There’s a patch of old snow in a corner,
That I should have guessed,
Was a blow away paper in the rain,
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if,
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I’ve forgotten,
If I ever read it!




The Heaven Of Animals
James Dickey

Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood,
It is a wood,
If they have lived on plains,
It is grass rolling.
Under their feet forever.

Having no souls, they have come,
Anyway, beyond their knowing.
Their instincts wholly bloom,
And they rise.
The soft eyes open.

To match them, the landscape flowers,
Outdoing, desperately,
Outdoing what is required:
The richest wood,
The deepest field.

For some of these,
It could not be the place.
It is without blood.
These hunt, as they have done.

But with claws and teeth grown perfect,
More deadly than they believe.
They stalk more silently.
And crouch on the limbs of trees,
And their descent,
Upon the bright backs of their pray.

May take years,
In a sovereign floating of joy.
And those that are hunted,
Know this as their life,
Their reward: To Walk.

Under such trees in full knowledge,
Of what is in glory above them,
And to feel no fear,
But acceptance, compliance.
Fulfilling themselves without pain.

At the cycle’s center,
They tremble, they walk.
Under the tree,
They fall, they are torn,
They rise, they walk again.


When My Friends All Moved Away
Steven Kroll

When all my friends moved away,
I thought I wouldn’t last a day.
Now I visit them by bus,
And I wonder why I made a fuss.



Sick
Shel Silverstien

“I cannot go to school today”
Said little Peggy Anne McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash, and purple bumps!
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted 16 chicken pox!
And there’s 1 more, that’s 17!
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It m might be the instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly-buttons caving in!
My back is wrenched, my ankles sprained,
My appendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out!
My elbows bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is 108!
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear.
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is…..
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is Saturday?
G’ bye, I’m going out to play!”



Poem
Langston Hughes

I loved my friend.
He went away from me.
There’s nothing more to say.
The poem ends,
Soft as it began-
I loved my friend.



Awakening
Joyce Sidman

I dream of deep sea
Fishing: Awake to find a dog,
Breathing in my face.


4 Ducks On A Pond
William Allington

Four duck on a pond.
A grass-bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring.
White clouds on the wing:
What a little thing,
To remember for years---
To remember with tears.



Friendship
Unknown Author

Friendship is like China,
Costly and rare,
Tho' it can be mended-
The scratched are always there.



The Purple Cow!
Gelett Burgess

I never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one,
But I can tell you anyhow,
I’d rather see, then be one!




To One In Paradise
Edgar Allen Poe

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams,
And where thy brown eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-,
In what eternal dances,
By what eternal streams.




4 Things Make Us Happy Here
Robert Herrick

Health is the 1ST good lent to men,
A gentle disposition then,
Next to be rich by no by-ways,
Lastly, with good friends to enjoy our days.





Your Dirt Rag
Charlie1 from SBF

I am surrounded by
bunches of little
hands stroking
me.

Barks of
excitement
burst out of me
as I meet my new
family.

There's chew toys
galore
three meals
a day
excercise
my way
and a family
to love me
everyday.

Hey what's that?
Another chew toy perhaps?
I tug at the carpet
and am immediately
delighted.
But my owners
think differently.
Loud sounds
are directed at me
and physically
I am hurt.

"Out you go, bad puppy."
I'm pushed out
like a stray
like it's any ordinary
day.

I wander the streets
begging at
people's feets.
"No, get away!"
people say.

Hurt emotionally
and physically
I whimper in a corner
just like a mourner.

The next day
I wake up
surrounded by metal fencing
and begin sensing
this place is bad.

Day after day
I watch people
go by and by
withouut giving me
as much as a glance.

Then one day
I'm filled with hope
as a kid meets me
at the fence.

Stroking me gently
I lick his hand
could this be my home.
"Michael, get away from that dirty dog"
then the kid is gone
just like my family.

Tick, Tock
the clock keeps going
and my days are numbered.
"Poor little guy, his date is today."
I lift with excitement
and start to show the guy
affection in every way.

As the guy
takes me out of
my enclosure
bursts of energy
fill me up.

"I'm going home"
"I'm going home"
I think to myself.
But then
I'm lead into
a small room.

One guy looks at me
and turns away
and I wonder what's to
come this very day.

Another guy sets me down
on the table, which I lay.

I'm so scared I almost
pee myself
and watch as the guy
reaches for an item
on the shelf.

He takes out a needle
and it is then
I recognize my old family
out the window,
another puppy
in their arms.

I whimper and whine
and am filled with excitement
as the boy looks torwards me
but pretends he doesn't
recognize me.


The needle comes closer
and I'm minutes away
from not living
any day
anyway.

In one second it's done
I'm gone forever.
"Poor Guy"
the man whispers.

I am then placed in a bag
your little puppy
your dirt rag.





.........................AND THAT IS THE END. It took me a LONG time to type. LOL hope you enjoyed it!

[Bezzella]

THE IRREVERSIBLE WORD
In endless seas of words I struggle,
barnacles of distraction
cling idle to my boat.

Me alone with my images
like fish riding on the water
or coral reefs deep below the surface.

I pull on the oars,
but why do I struggle if I know
I will never reach the shore?

My poem still incomplete, I am a bird
knowing I will never reach the sun's round
perfection. Why then do I struggle
trying to weave these threads of words?

Beyond, beyond, always beyond
sailing to the horizon,
no boundaries on the sea nor in the sunlit sky.
My journey is always beginning,
that in itself keeps me content.

If one day I reach the shore
or fly like a phoenix to meet the source of light
or make my poem complete
and weave my words into a cloak of patterns
and go back to the Irreversible Word
from which all words came forth,
then I'd be silent
for fear of staining
the delicate silk of its totality.

In the meantime here I come!
pulling on the oars,
and there's plenty of songs
to keep me going.

-Ekiwah Adler-Belendez

He is by far my favorite poet. Though not very publicized, he has an amazing story. Ekiwah has Cerebral Palsy, so it is hard for him to write and walk without trembling. I'm no expert on the disease, so yall can look it up for better information. Also, he had scoliosis so bad that his lungs would be punctured by his spine by adulthood. He sent his poems and X-rays to an american doctor who was so inspired by his poetry, he made time to go and travel into south america and perform a life-saving surgery on Ekiwah. I strongly suggest you all read about him!

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cool!

[KaylaBlue]

Not For Sale

You can't buy loyalty, they say,
I bought it though, the other day.
You can't buy friendships tried and true
Well just the same, I bought that too.
I made my bid and on the spot
Bought love and faith and the whole job lot
Of happiness, so all in all
The purchase price was pretty small
I bought a single trusting heart,
that gave devotion form the start
If you think these things are
not for sale,

Buy a brown-eyed puppy with a wagging tail


That is by far my favorite animal poem that there is.


Kayla