ScarletMacaw Posted December 27, 2015 Share Posted December 27, 2015 I think the poems people wrote are great!I don't think I posted this before, my wintertime rewrite of "When the Levee Breaks.":If it keeps on snowing,tree limb’s going to break.If it keeps on snowing,tree limb’s going to break.The street is icy andcars don’t have time to brake. All last nightsat on the A train alone.All last nightsat on the A train alone.The train don’t moveand I’m trying to get home. Plowing won’t help you,shoveling won’t do you no good.I said, plowing won’t help you,shoveling won’t do you no good.When it keeps on snowing,Mama, you got to move. Don’t it make you feel bad when you’re trying to get home and you don’t know which way to go,cause the power line’s down and the wind’s blowing hard and you can’t see which way’s the road.It’s coming down now, it’s coming down now, ooh ooh Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrycja Posted January 21, 2016 Share Posted January 21, 2016 Brahms It must be that my early friendship with defeat Has given me affection for the month of August. The potato fields belong to early night. So many times as a boy I sat in the dirt Among dry cornstalks that gave assurances Every hour that Francis has his ear to the night. Columbus's letters tell us that we will receive The gifts that mariners all receive at the end— Memories of gold and a grave in the sand. The shadow of a friend's hand gives us Promises similar to those we received from The light under the door as our mother came near. Each of us is a Jacob weeping for Joseph. We are the sparrow that flies through the warrior's Hall and back out into the falling snow. I don't know why these images should please me So much; an angel said: "In the last moment before night Brahms will show you how loyal the notes are. " by Robert Bly from My Sentence Was a Thousand Years of Joy http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2006/08/17 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kiwi_Zep_Fan87 Posted January 22, 2017 Author Share Posted January 22, 2017 The bliss of solitude was just what I needed today.... This was the very first poem I got to learn and love, back when I was in the 5th grade "I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ddladner Posted January 22, 2017 Share Posted January 22, 2017 ^^^ Very nice, Kiwi. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kiwi_Zep_Fan87 Posted January 23, 2017 Author Share Posted January 23, 2017 17 hours ago, Ddladner said: ^^^ Very nice, Kiwi. Poetry has been a passion of mine since the 5th grade, Debbie. William Wordsworth and John Keats happen to be some of my all-time favourite poets! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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