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Ok, so there are only 3 poets featured on the page, which kinda sucks. But never fret. I will add more poetry pages until I have exhausted all the possible sapce I have! :) ENJOY
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Emily Dickinson
-It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
And yet by trades the size of these
We man and women die!
-I'm nobody. Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish us you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog.
To tell your name the live long day
To an admiring bog!
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E. E. Cummings (Edward Estlin)
maggie and milly and molly and may
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea
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Joyce Kilmer
Trees
Easter
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.
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