Some are stirring, like Maya Angelou's Still I Rise:
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
A mother’s love is like an island
in life’s ocean vast and wide-
A peaceful, quiet shelter
from the restless, rising tide.
But I'm a fan of free verse Here's part of my favorite poem, e. e. cummings' Buffalo Bill's Defunct:
Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Isn't that just fun? Happy Poetry Month!
More Poetry Than You Can Shake A Stick At
1 comment:
One of my favorite poems-the rest of it is:
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
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