10 Favorite Poems
This week's post is a collection of my ten favorite poems!
They're a mix of funny, sunny, beautiful, and profound... I promise you they're worth a read!
There's no better way to relieve your stress ;)
FYI: Haikus are Japanese poems of seventeen syllables, in lines of five, seven and five.
Far away a trill.
The nightingale does not know
That she consoles you.
–Jorge Luis Borges
by Jim C. Carpenter
I read an ad in the paper one day In the Dallas Morning News All about my class reunion in A town near Santa Cruz I tried to decide if I should go To meet my friends and peers And see how classmates from the past Had aged in all these years I finally resolved that I should go And see what I could see And meet my friends from the senior class Of nineteen fifty-three I rented a tux and a black toupee Then brushed my shoes and hair I trimmed my mustache and my beard And changed my under wear I emptied the bottle of after shave And rented a limousine I brushed my teeth with Ultra-Bright Then gargled some listerine I soon arrived in splendid form With a flower on my chest Sporting a rented diamond ring And smelling my very best Now I was dressed in the finest garb Like a monarch at a feast When I discovered that no one there Seemed familiar in the least Well not a soul remembered me And my heart dropped to the floor When I remembered that I was in The class of fifty-four
Who Is She?
by Virginia Gronow
Her eyes are like diamonds that are shiny and bright Her hair is so soft and black as the night Her legs are long and her body is slender When you hold her close she is warm and tender Hiding amongst the shadows so tall Looking much closer she's not there at all Always in trouble with her curious way She stays out all night and sleeps in all day Creeps into your room and sits up on your bed Gives gentle kisses on your nose and your head Always expects you to open the door There isn't a sound as she walks on the floor She will not come over when you call Walks straight past as if you're not there at all If you want to work she wants to play Doesn't care if you forget her birthday Is she your wife or is she your lover Is she a friend or is she your mother She is none of those things I can tell you that This beautiful creature is only the cat
Going to My Happy Place
By Kelly Roper
When I feel the stress building, I go to my happy place. I close my eyes, lean back, and imagine the sun on my face.
I listen the birds sweetly chirping in the trees. To relax myself even more, I imagine a gentle breeze.
Once I feel the awful tension begin to slip away, I open my eyes and stretch, ready to restart my day.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
By Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
I Will Be Here
by Steven Curtis Chapman
If in the morning when you wake, If the sun does not appear, I will be here. If in the dark we lose sight of love, Hold my hand and have no fear, I will be here. I will be here, When you feel like being quiet, When you need to speak your mind I will listen. Through the winning, losing, and trying we'll be together, And I will be here. If in the morning when you wake, If the future is unclear, I will be here. As sure as seasons were made for change, Our lifetimes were made for years, I will be here. I will be here, And you can cry on my shoulder, When the mirror tells us we're older. I will hold you, to watch you grow in beauty, And tell you all the things you are to me. We'll be together and I will be here. I will be true to the promises I've made, To you and to the one who gave you to me. I will be here.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.