Poetry

Bear In There by Shel Silverstein

Bear In There BY SHEL SILVERSTEIN There's a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire-- He likes it 'cause it's cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, He's ...

Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face by Jack Prelutsky

Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face BY JACK PRELUTSKY Be glad your nose is on your face, not pasted on some other place, for if it were where it is not, you might dislike your nose a lot. Imagine if your precious nose were sandwiched in betwee ...

Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio by James Wright

Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio BY JAMES WRIGHT In the Shreve High football stadium, I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville, And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood, And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeli ...

As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed by Jack Prelutsky

As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed BY JACK PRELUTSKY As soon as Fred gets out of bed, his underwear goes on his head. His mother laughs, "Don't put it there, a head's no place for underwear!" But near his ears, above his brains, is where Fred's u ...

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

"Annabel Lee" is the very last piece of poetry by the great Edgar Allen Poe. Here Poe gives his own voice to a lamenting narrator who dictates a heart-wrenching story of how the cruel nature had conspired to rob him of his love - Annabel Lee, but has ...

And The Moon And The Stars And The World

And The Moon And The Stars And The World BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI Long walks at night-- that's what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off their beer-maddened husbands. ...

America

America BY ALLEN GINSBERG America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb. I d ...

All the World's a Stage

All the World's a Stage BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infa ...

A Word to Husbands

A Word to Husbands BY OGDEN NASH To keep your marriage brimming With love in the loving cup, Whenever you’re wrong, admit it; Whenever you’re right, shut up. ...

A Pretty a Day

A pretty a day BY E. E. CUMMINGS A pretty a day (and every fades) is here and away (but born are maids to flower an hour in all,all) o yes to flower until so blithe a doer a wooer some limber and lithe some very fine mower a tall;tall ...

A Poison Tree

A Poison Tree BY WILLIAM BLAKE I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smile ...

A Poet To His Beloved

A Poet To His Beloved BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I BRING you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams, White woman that passion has worn As the tide wears the dove-grey sands, And with heart more old than the horn That is brimmed fro ...

A Girl

A Girl BY EZRA POUND The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast- Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child ...

A Dream Within A Dream

A Dream Within A Dream BY EDGAR ALLAN POE Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In ...

A Birthday Poem

A Birthday Poem BY TED KOOSER Just past dawn, the sun stands with its heavy red head in a black stanchion of trees, waiting for someone to come with his bucket for the foamy white light, and then a long day in the pasture. I too spend my day ...

My Papa’s Waltz Analysis

My Papa’s Waltz BY THEODORE ROETHKE The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother’s countenance Coul ...

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