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Davian Smith

The Creation- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by Davian Smith on 22 Nov 10 - No Cached
  • m lonely-- I'll make me a world
    • Davian Smith
       
      Perfection. Wonderful things begin with the slightest notion!
Eddie Clem

The Snow Storm- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

  • Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven
    • Eddie Clem
       
      This is quite apropos for our current weather; the snow that cometh "hides the hills, and woods, the river, and the heaven."
  • privacy of storm
    • Eddie Clem
       
      The snowey blanket that covers everything...hides it from view...perhaps making us feel secure?
Anna Sayers

"Out, Out-" - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by Anna Sayers on 19 Nov 09 - Cached
  • No more to build on there. And they, since they Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
    • Anna Sayers
       
      The last line always confused me because I always thought it contradicted the, "Call it a day, I wish they might have said" line that occurs earlier in the poem, yet when I look at it now, I realize that he's referring to the workingmen continuing going about their day. This last line illustrates the "show must go on" attitude of business.
sue reber

The Writer - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by sue reber on 18 Nov 09 - Cached
    • sue reber
       
      Children grow up way to fast, and before you know it they are making their won way in the world.
  • In her room at the prow of the house Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden, My daughter is writing a story.
  • Young as she is, the stuff Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy: I wish her a lucky passage.
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  • I remember the dazed starling Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago; How we stole in, lifted a sash
  • And wait then, humped and bloody, For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits Rose when, suddenly sure, It lifted off from a chair-back, Beating a smooth course for the right window And clearing the sill of the world. It is always a matter, my darling, Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish What I wished you before, but harder.
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    Powerful poem of a daughter growing and leaving home.
Tonya Murphy

A Visit from Saint Nicholas - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 1 views

shared by Tonya Murphy on 17 Nov 09 - Cached
  • 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
    • Tonya Murphy
       
      This particular line always gives me warm fuzzies. Granted, I heard this poem first in a cartoon format, but the cartoon images that now pop into my head when I read this always make me smile.
  • But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick
    • Tonya Murphy
       
      I was exposed to this -after- seeing the Rudolph cartoon, and remember thinking that it was a huge difference from the larger reindeers in that cartoon!
  • But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
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    Poem- "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" by Clement Clark Moore.
Clayton Higbee

Jabberwocky - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by Clayton Higbee on 22 Nov 09 - Cached
  • One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
    • Clayton Higbee
       
      This part is very energetic and creates very vibrant imagery.
  • Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
    • Clayton Higbee
       
      None of this means anything, but it sounds really cool.
  • 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wab
Sherri Parker

A Blessing - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 1 views

  • That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom.
    • Sherri Parker
       
      I'm not the best with poem interpretation. But for me, I look at this last line as the poet stating that the nuzzle of the pony in her hand makes this moment such a happy one - that if this person were a flower, he would bloom right at that moment. This depicts the happiness of this special moment.
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    A poem of friendship. What do you think the last line means to you? I have shared what I think.
Davian Smith

We Real Cool- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by Davian Smith on 22 Nov 09 - Cached
  • We real cool
    • Davian Smith
       
      Great poem... makes you wonder
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    The poet actually explains background detail on this poem. I really enjoyed listening to her read the poem. It gave it more meaning.
LJ Aucker

Invictus- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 2 views

  • Out of the night that covers me
  • Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed
  • And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid
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  • I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
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    This website shares the famous poem, Invictus, by William Ernest Henley.
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