Category : POEM

POEM OF THE DAY: TRUE THOUGHTS BY LEKENE PAUL

TRUE THOUGHTS   The creepy crawly things within, the corridors of our mind. That invades the mind, keeps us up at night. The conscious

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POEM OF THE DAY: STILL I RISE  BY MAYA ANGELOU

STILL I RISE   You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt

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POEM OF THE DAY: SONNET 29  BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

SONNET 29   When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my

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POEM OF THE DAY: MEN BY MAYA ANGELOU

MEN  When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street.  Wino men, old men.

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POEM OF THE DAY: PRISONERS BY YUSEF KOMUNYAKAA

PRISONERS Usually at the helipad I see them stumble-dance across the hot asphalt with crokersacks over their heads, moving toward the interrogation huts, thin-framed

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POEM OF THE DAY: LETTER TO MY SISTER BY ANNE SPENCER

LETTER TO MY SISTER It is dangerous for a woman to defy the gods; To taunt them with the tongue’s thin tip, Or strut

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POEM OF THE DAY: LADY, LADY BY ANNE SPENCER

LADY, LADY Lady, Lady, I saw your face, Dark as night withholding a star . . . The chisel fell, or it might have

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POEM OF THE DAY: EXPECT NOTHING  BY ALICE WALKER

EXPECT NOTHING   Expect nothing.  Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely Given out Take

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POEM OF THE DAY: CONCORD HYMN  BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON

CONCORD HYMN By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired

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POEM OF THE DAY: FOR BLACK WOMEN WHO ARE AFRAID BY TOI DERRICOTTE

FOR BLACK WOMEN WHO ARE AFRAID A black woman comes up to me at break in the writing workshop and reads me her poem,

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POEM OF THE DAY: LETTER IN NOVEMBER  BY SYLVIA PLATH

LETTER IN NOVEMBER    Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color.  The streetlight Splits through the rat’s tail Pods of the laburnum at nine

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POEM OF THE DAY: I CRY BY TUPAC SHAKUR

I CRY  Sometimes when I’m alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow

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