Snow Angles

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=199556&poem=3935118

I think i will be using this poem for my paper. It is short but after reading it, and thinking over the day, the images kind of give me a seperate hidden meaning....if you are confused, just wait for my paper!

Possible Imagery Poem?!?..Comments please!

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=3067&poem=15875

Beauty Is Upon You

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=24694&poem=264387

Ahh...Love, Love

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=41439&poem=1533251

Thank you Mom

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=108674&poem=2495433

My Dream

Just Like the Sunset

The Cat

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=3365&poem=18374

My Life

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=10924&poem=99569

It's Dark in Here

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=13168&poem=176941

Rain

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=13168&poem=176964

One Inch Tall

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=13168&poem=177010

Working Late

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15618

Untitled

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5886


There are several poems that i like on this page

A Boy Juggling A Soccerball

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15951

Repairing Heaven

http://www.poetry.com/

Love Knows No Age

Thou still unravished bride of quietness,
A beautiful flowery tale,
Forever young; forever warm,
Breathing human passion far above
A friend to man; forever happy love
In old age, outer beauty shall fade,
Her silken flanks will wither,
But he shall not be turned away
For beauty is beauty, whether in or out,
Love holds strong for it knows;
That her beauty will shine for years,
Through all of the woes,
Only a true love does this know.

*My version of Keats

Around the Corner Comment

I could really relate to this poem because I had went to school with a kid since elementary school and he wasnt exactly popular and got teased quite a bit. Well our freshman year of high school I recieved a phone call saying that he had been killed in a car accident. At his funeral, tons of kids went up and appologized to his parents for how rude they had been to him. I know this is not the exact meaning of this particular poem but it does relate in that many of us were not able to say what we needed to say before he left us. Many of us never get the chance to say our sorries or goodbyes before we loose the people who are important to us.

Around The Corner

by Henson Towne

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine.

Yes, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim"
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner!- yet miles away
"Here's a telegram sir--" "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

*~* A special Thank You to Ashley's Page *~*

Sick Poem

I just had to put this poem on my page. Being a nanny i get the most outrageous and hillarious excuses from the kids. When they don't feel like doing something..."oh my stomach hurts..." and i sit and think to myself..."right, you just all of the sudden don't feel good..." its just funny, that is the things kids come up with. The Sick poem is cute becuase the child does not even know that he/she will not have to go to school that day anyway...they make up every excuse in the book to get out of going to school. It ends up being Saturday and the minute he/she found out...abracadabra!!!! we're all better. kids....what can i say

Sick

by Shel Silverstein


"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

The Soul Unto Itself

by Emily Dickinson


The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend –
Or the most agonizing Spy –
An Enemy – could send –

Secure against its own –
No treason it can fear –
Itself – its Sovereign – of itself
The Soul should stand in Awe –

I chose this poem because it made me think about myself and i realized that the poem was very true. Many times people have internal conflicts or battles with themselves and i think this poem demonstrates how your soul can either be intertwined with you or can be completely seperate. I did not fully understand the whole poem but i get the gists. I think that you can be your best friend or your worst enemy. Your soul can make you question yourself and either drive you nuts or keep you sane.

Stars: By Midnight

Stars: By Midnight

http://www.netpoets.com/peoms/life/1394001.htm



*~*A Special Thank You To Rachel's Page*~*

Reasons I like the "If" Poem

1.It makes me think
2.It makes you re-evaluate yourself
3.I like it because I dont quite get it all
4.Makes you stop and see just how judgemental you are
5.shows just how the world can be
6.makes you know that no matter who you are or your status in the world, everyone is the same...eveyone is a person in this world
7.shows the cynical side of things
8.humbles a person

If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

To My Dear and Loving Husband
by Anne Bradstreet


If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more we may live ever.

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