Ashley Haili is an acccomplished poet. She has some of her late work published in several books as well as received numberous poetic awards. Here to share information and interesting poetry as well as answer any questions you may have about poetry. She hopes you enjoy!!! Please feel free to contact her via email as well. (poetryprofessor@live.com)
When your hero falls from grace, all fairy tales r uncovered, myths exposed and pain magnified, the greatest pain discovered. u taught me 2 be strong, but im confused 2 c u so weak, u said never 2 give up and it hurts 2 c u welcome defeat. when ure hero falls, so do the stars and so does the perception of tomorrow. without my hero there is only me alone 2 deal with my sorrow. your heart ceases 2 work and your soul is not happy at all, what r u expected 2 do when ure only hero falls. -Tupac
Walt Whitman
Song of Myself
"27" To be in any form, what is that? (Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,) If nothing lay more develop'd the quahaug in it's callous shell were enough.
Mine is no callous shell, i have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, they seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.
I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand. -Walt Whitman
Shel Silverstein
One Inch Tall
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You'd swing upon a spider's thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb. You'd run from people's feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write-- 'Cause I'm just one inch tall). -by Shel Silverstein
Emily Dickinson
I'm nobody! Who are you?
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you -- Nobody -- Too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd advertise -- you know! How dreary -- to be -- Somebody! How public -- like a Frog -- To tell one's name -- the livelong June -- To an admiring Bog! -Emily Dickinson
Edgar Allen Poe
A Dream within a Dream
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 none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? -by Edgar Allan Poe
Theodore Roethke
My Papa's Waltz
The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt. -by Theodore Roethke
E.E. Cummings
I carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me (i carry it inmy 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 the 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) -E.E. Cummings
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