Day Two: 6th Period: Poems
Today you will be sharing the poems you have brought to class. Comment to this "Day Two" post to share your poem with the class. Please remember to include the title and author of the poem as well as your name at the bottom of the post.
This is not a poem but a selection fro the Tao Te Ching by Lao-Tzu, a Chinese spiritual text. ("Tao" means "the way"). I find it to be meaningful to me when I am stressed about which path to take in life...
ReplyDeleteShang shan jo shui
Best to be like water,
Which benefits the ten thousand things
And does not contend.
It pools where humans disdain to dwell,
Close to the Tao.
Live in a good place.
Keep your mind deep.
Treat others well.
Stand by your word.
Make fair rules.
Do the right thing.
Work when it's time.
Only do not contend,
And you will not go wrong.
Messy Room by Shel Silverstein
ReplyDeleteWhosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
posted by Latisha Cunningham
I have a crush on you!
ReplyDeleteby Jessica
I have a crush on you,
I know it is for real.
Not like any other crushes I used to have,
This one I can feel.
When you walk by me,
My heart start to race.
When I stare at you,
I feel your warm embrace.
We rarely talk at all,
Not even a ?hi? down the hall.
Then how did I fall for you?
How did I know this crush is true?
Maybe it's your smile,
And your other that and this.
Maybe it's your eyes,
That I just can't resist.
You overflow my head,
With your words that I would overheard.
I even dream about you,
Which I think is just absurd!
I know you know,
That I have a crush on you.
I hope you feel the same,
But that's just too untrue.
I finally decided,
To tell you how I feel.
I just need to know what you?ll say,
What you will reveal.
You may say ? I'm sorry,
I don't like you at all.?
Or a simple ?yes,
You?re the person I'm waiting for?
It is worth the try ,
And as they always say,
Any one can be your friend,
But only one, can be your soul mate.
POSTED BY JAMAL R. THOMPSON
Wow jamal i loveee your poem . i can remeber those days when i felt just like the author, to have a crush on someone but be to afraid to tell them because you are afraid of rejection, but now imma "BIG DAWG" LOL
ReplyDeleteu'll think ive gone insane
ReplyDeletegotta get my head in the game
through u in this mix
ill get in all my kicks
punching left and right
i need to be ready
i need to fight
no more bull
no more lies
after all these years
im breaking all ties
ill shead no more tears
after all ive seen
dont be suprised
if u think im mean
courage and heart
a fighter with in me from the start
no more mistakes
giving everything ive got
ill do whatever it takes
its time i fought
breaking my habit of running away
im here to fight im here to stay
hit me with ur best shot
im not afriad give me what u got
Post by Deshuna Durham
TO latisha's post: that was wack and didnt rhyme but its cute i guess for elementry school. by jamal r. thompson
ReplyDeleteMen by Maya Angelou
ReplyDeleteWhen I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pause,
Their shoulders high like the
Breasts of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,
Men.
One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a
Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Air disappears,
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.
Then the window draws full upon
Your mind. There, just beyond
The sway of curtains, men walk.
Knowing something.
Going someplace.
But this time, I will simply
Stand and watch.
Maybe.
DyQuaisha Neita
I Think It's Love
ReplyDeleteHeather C.
I don't know what to say
Or even what to do
All I know is that
I think I'm in love with you
Every time you hold me close
Or put your hand in mine
I feel like just maybe
I won't let go this time
I know that you don't see it
But it's a feeling all so new
I don't know what's happening
But I think I'm in love with you
I'm afraid of what could happen
If we keep going on this way
But you put your lips to mine
And I feel I have to stay
I try to tell you how I feel
To let you know it's true
That maybe just maybe
I'm in love with you
This may sound silly I know
But I needed to let it out
Because there is something there
I know without a doubt
So stop treating me like a toy
I'm a person too
I need you to realize my feelings
I think I'm in love with you
posted by Latisha Cunningham
Burn The Beauty
ReplyDeleteElizabeth Rock
One does not own beauty,
One creates it.
In their dreams
They feel they can obtain it.
All alone, in a dark nights
rest.
All their thoughts.....
Lifeless.
Cursed by change
Hidden by lies,
Running from the truth
Beauty now dies.
They don't understand
They don't really care.
Beauty now burns
Smoke in the air.
Years go by
And age seeps in.
Beauty's worn out
Life is giving in.
Death creeps up,
Beauty now cries.
Your all alone
In your beautiful lies!
Posted by Stephanie Wyche
To deshuna, wow that poem was deep, have you ever felt that way before.. have you??
ReplyDeleteby Laisha Cunningham
One Thing I Don't Need
ReplyDeleteBy:Ntozake Shange
one thing i don’t need
is any more apologies
i got sorry greetin me at my front door
you can keep yrs
i don’t know what to do wit em
they dont open doors
or bring the sun back
they dont make me happy
or get a mornin paper
didnt nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars
cuz a sorry
i am simply tired
of collectin
i didnt know
i was so important toyou
i’m gonna haveta throw some away
i cant get to the clothes in my closet
for alla the sorries
i’m gonna tack a sign to my door
leave a message by the phone
‘if you called
to say yr sorry
call somebody
else
i dont use em anymore’
i let sorry/ didnt meanta/ & how could i know about that
take a walk down a dark & musty street in brooklyn
i’m gonna do exactly what i want to
& i wont be sorry for none of it
letta sorry soothe yr soul/ i’m gonna soothe mine
you were always inconsistent
doin somethin & then bein sorry
beatin my heart to death
talkin bout you sorry
well
i will not call
i’m not goin to be nice
i will raise my voice
& scream & holler
& break things & race the engine
& tell all yr secrets bout yrself to yr face
& i will list in detail everyone of my wonderful lovers
& their ways
i will play oliver lake
loud
& i wont be sorry for none of it
i loved you on purpose
i was open on purpose
i still crave vulnerability & close talk
& i’m not even sorry bout you bein sorry
you can carry all the guilt & grime ya wanna
just dont give it to me
i cant use another sorry
next time
you should admit
you’re mean/ low-down/ triflin/ & no count straight out
steada bein sorry alla the time
enjoy bein yrself
-Chayvon McCray
Dead Uncle Earl
ReplyDeleteThis temporary madness
A simple sinful grin
Freezes the heart
And widens the eyelids
Smile of crooked pearls
Breathe of deceased flesh
Chatters the bones
And pierces the chest
Nails that will slice
Swollen fists will fight
The fear has risen
Beneath weeded grave
Given all my respects
There's no need to stay
by raymond
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
ReplyDeleteI want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
JASMINE DUBOSE
You Get On My Nerves...
ReplyDeleteby Catalina
I didn't get to choke you like I want,
though Lord knows I meant it.
I would say to hell with this,
and give up this shit.
But there's just something about you,
I feel like I know you.
Yeah I sound crazy,
but that's cuz you not used to how I do.
Ordinarily I write men into a trance,
and hold them there as long as I feel like.
But your something different,
gonna have me ending up on the Turnpike.
Yet all of this,
feels like a waste of words.
Because all you really wanna do it seems,
is get on my nerves!
Latisha Cuuningham
To Latisha
ReplyDeleteYes i have felt that way i think everybody has felt that way in their life i liked your poem lol even though it did not rhyme..
By Deshuna
Together
ReplyDeleteHe was happy-go-lucky
Her attitude was pretty sucky
He had love all his life
Her parents only caused her strife
He was of the air
So light, flying and free
She was bound to the Earth
The only place she could “see”
Her mastery of Earth was unchallenged
His powers of air were immense
Together, these two forces create
A corollary that’s quite intense
When they met, they instantly clashed
One caring, the other brash
Soon enough though, they got along
For together, they found they grew strong
He helped her experience life
And live it to the fullest
With her help, he grew bolder
And learned to stand up to threats
When they stand side by side
Everything feels okay
As long as they stick together
Nothing can get in their way
Fredo Loiseau
People say whats the point in liking someone who doesn't like you back. They are right, there isn't a point. But you can't help who you like, it's not up to you. Your heart kinda just decides for you and there is no turning back once your heart makes up its mind.
ReplyDeleteA Latissa
ReplyDeleteThis poem was great and it instantly grabbed my attention. Maybe because it has some really strong feeling. Good choice!
Fredo Loiseau