Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Although the origin of the poem was disputed until later in her life, Mary Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after research by Abigail Van Buren, a newspaper columnist.[1] Full text[edit]
Stone Telling: The Magazine of Boundary-crossing Poetry
by Shira Lipkin the girl's voice the changeling voice I have studied so hard to pass as one of you.
Though I Am Young and Cannot Tell
accent: emphasis given a syllable in ordinary usage, as provided by a pronouncing dictionary. See also stress. accentual-syllabic:
Shake the Dust – This one is for you
A poem that will shake you… “Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day, and there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans” ~ Anis Mojgani In the back of a large room at Powel’s Bookstore I was half-heartedly listening to a poet I had never heard of. I was checking my email off my phone and wondering what I would scrounge up for dinner. And slowly, like he was lifting my chin up with one finger from my stressed and distracted world, he brought me back. It’s so easy to get wrapped up and stressed about the day to day, and there are times when I have to stop and remember to breath deeply and… shake the dust.
Academy of American Poets
Maya Angelou was born Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928. She grew up in St.
If you were the sky and I were the sea. by Duck
If you were the skyThen I'd be the seaAnd when you shined brightIt would reflect in me.When you're at restThen I am steady.If you wanna get roughI'm always ready.Past closing at the barsIf you show me the starsI'll open right upAnd cast them out far.And on the darkest nightIf you won't shine a light.Then I'm silent alongside youUntil you feel right.We'll meet at the horizonWhere lovers will stareAnd wonder with passionWhy they can't meet there.And you'll share me a kissAs bright as two suns.When they meet in the middleI'll know the days done.And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.Goodnight my love.If you were the sky and I were the sea.
Great Poems « Greatest Books of All Time » Life-Changing Arts
A selection of great poems from centuries of brillant authors and poets. Whether you are new to the world of poetry and wish to savor it, or a well-versed poetry connoisseur, either way you will probably enjoy the classics of world poetry. The poems are sorted by vote. To vote for a poem, click on the left of it. You can read and browse the poems by clicking on their title.
Shel Silverstein: Poem of the Week
“My beard grows to my toes, I never wear no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.” – “My Beard” Where the Sidewalk Ends “Needles and pins, Needles and pins, Sew me a sail To catch me the wind.” – from “Needles and Pins” Falling Up “Millie McDeevit screamed a scream So loud it made her eyebrows steam.” – from “Screamin’ Millie” Falling Up “I will not play at tug o’ war. I’d rather play at hug o’ war” – from “Hug O’ War” Where the Sidewalk Ends “If you are a dreamer, come in.” – from “Invitation” Where the Sidewalk Ends “Anything can happen, child, ANYTHING can be.” – from “Listen to the Mustn’ts" Where the Sidewalk Ends “Balancing my ABCs Takes from noon to half past three. I don’t have time to grab a T Or even stop to take a P.” – “Alphabalance” Falling Up “Last night I had a crazy dream That I was teachin’ school.
Imperfect Perfection by Devon
I dreamt that I'd tell you, I dreamt I'd convince you.I dreamt you would love me and I too would love you.I dreamt of perfection, a dream so romantic.I dreamt you would smile and carefully panic.I dreamt you would hug me. I dreamt we would both see,together we're better - I dreamt you weren't choosy.I dreamt up the ways of how I could tell you.I dreamt up bouquets and a time and place too.I dreamt that I told you. I dreamt that I could do.I dreamt that it happened. I dreamt of a breakthrough.
Slam Poet Blythe Baird Has a Powerful Message About Rape Culture All Women Need to Hear
Blythe Baird is 18 years old. This is her Tumblr. In her poem "Pocket-Sized Feminism," Baird critiques rape culture — which, as she conveys, is no different from the culture in which young women grow up.
Poem Starters and Creative Writing Ideas
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The scars on my soul are words.
Anonymous asked: When you can't write, what do you do? I'm drowning in words I can't get on paper. I write to put bread ( pho) on my table so I can not afford long bouts of writer’s blocks so I do a few things to combat it… I stop writing for a few hours, go see a movie or a play or a ballet, walk in the woods, or down unknown streets.
Chaos poem.
[Journal of the Simplified Spelling Society, 1994/2 pp27-30 later designated J17] Introduced by Chris Upward A number of readers have been urging republication of The Chaos, the well-known versified catalogue of English spelling irregularities. The SSS Newsletter [later designated J3] carried an incomplete, rather rough version in the summer of 1986 (pp.17-21) under the heading 'Author Unknown', with a parallel transcription into an early form of Cut Spelling. Since then a stream of further information and textual variants has come our way, culminating in 1993-94 with the most complete and authoritative version ever likely to emerge. The time is therefore now truly ripe for republication in the JSSS.
