Transcendental Studies by Keith Waldrop was honored with the 2009 National Book Award in Poetry. Below is one of my favorite excerpts from the first poem in his collection. Excerpt from Shipwreck in Haven Need not end. Indeed, nothing. Step out. Grist for wits. Shadow of your shell. Stand there. No other…
Would the poor, Be in a better condition, Without Mother Theresa, Willing to open the less fortunate’s door? Would we have an airplane, If Orville and Wilbur Wright, Would rather stand in the rain, And believe in no term called flight. Would we have a kinder way, To readdress wrongs without Ghandi? Would…
I’m sure all you have a dream. A dream of changing the world, a dream of becoming famous, a dream that you will never give up on. This is my dream. I love to write poems and songs. Here is a poem that explains my dream. It’s an example of our society- our youth, our…
I felt so inspired by the poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T. S. Elliot (a 20th century poet), I wrote a “poetic response” to it: When the evening is spread out against the sky, When feelings and emotions are flying high. Why so intricate and obscure? When I disturb the universe so vast,…
Do you love poetry? Do you often find yourself writing poetic lines and showing them to your friends? Well how about showing them to a panel of judges? The World Poetry Movement is holding a contest where prizes include money up to $1,000 and an opportunity to get your poem published! Isn’t that amazing? Now…
So it’s that time of year again….Grade 12 Graduation! Words like: ‘diplomas’ and ‘prom’ are just some of the things on the minds of Grade 12 students across the city. Ok, I can’t really speak from experience as I won’t be graduating for another couple of years. My concert band however, has the honour of playing for…
Everyone knows that the weather around here is absolutely crazy (would you believe it’s spring right now)!? It’s especially noticeable how weather is a mutual thing that binds all former and present day Calgarians together. However, it seems that this year particularly, the weather hasn’t been able to make up its mind and I think…
In my English 30-1 class, my teacher use to show us TED talk, which is a talk-show of interesting people. The one that touched me the most was the speech by Sarah Kay. She is an American poet and does what is known as a spoken word poetry. I saw most of her speech the…
Those who never risk will never lose. But neither will they grow. Those who never feel will never cry. But neither will they laugh. Laughter is the best form of medicine. For when we laugh, we neither think, grieve, or feel. Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to…
Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time. Time is what we want most, but what we use worst. It is never too late to start something new. We do not stop playing because we grow old. We grow old because we stop playing. A person is not old until regrets take the place of…
Here is some more Shel Silverstein for you poetry lovers! Let me know what you think of these poems. Are they a good read or not the best? Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and…
While browsing through poems for this weeks posts, I came across one about success. By definition, the word success mean ‘the accomplishment of an aim or purpose’ but for many individuals, this word can be interpreted differently and have a variety of meanings. This poem gives a perspective on the meaning of this multifaceted word.…
Yes, I kid you not, I like Robert Frost so much that I actually do have an entire page in my book filled with quotes from him… so here is an entire blog dedicated to those quotes. I’ve heard that he seemed to be a bit of a jerk while he was alive, however, I’m…
Here’s another poetry post by Shel Silverstein! Read the poem below: Messy Room by Shel Silverstein: Whosever 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…
I have yet another poetry post for you all! This is one of my favorite poems as I find it inspiring. Read the poem below: Our Deepest Fear Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that…