Our Favorite Poetry

Poetry 180 website is an excellent source for poems:http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/

Here are some of our favorite and most inspiring poems:

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  1. Mrs. Zabbia10/17/2012

    Annabel Lee.
    by Edgar A. Poe
    It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of Annabel Lee; —
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love —
    I and my Annabel Lee —
    With a love that the wingéd seraphs in Heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her high-born kinsmen came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre,
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
    Went envying her and me —
    Yes! — that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we —
    Of many far wiser than we —
    And neither the angels in Heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: —

    For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: —
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride,
    In her sepulchre there by the sea —
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.

    ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

    Notes:
    This was one of Poe’s last poems, and some think he wrote it for his wife Virginia who had passed away. I chose this poem to share because Poe always creates a sad and melancholy mood and I really enjoy the sound and rhythm of his poems as well as the way he uses language.

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  2. Rachael K.10/17/2012

    Leaning against the bristling bark,
    Leaving patterns in my skin,
    I rest my head against the towering tree,
    Crows crowing,
    Squirrels chasing each other’s tails,
    Running up the tree I now rested upon.

    And I think to myself,
    Leaves,
    Red,
    Orange,
    Brown,
    Falling around my stone-cold figure.

    And I think to myself,
    In all the galaxies in the immense blackness that covers what’s there,
    Never ending gloom,
    This world,
    Out of millions of known and unknown planets,
    Was chosen to contain life that’s
    Superior,
    Greater,
    Amazingly wild,

    I fall down and rest in the sea of leaves.
    Watching the sun fade away,
    Hiding behind the mountains my father once climbed.

    Watching the clouds,
    Show a painting drawn across the sky blue,
    Only made by the most patient hands,
    One of life’s greatest creations,

    And I think to myself,
    What a wonderful world.

    Info:
    I wrote this song by myself. I was inspired by the season fall and the popular song “What a Wonderful World”. This song is about a girl’s perspective of life as she’s outside in the fall. This poem is supposed to make you think about life and to savor it as much as you can.

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  3. Dreams
    Hold fast to dreams
    For if dreams die
    Life is a broken-winged bird
    That cannot fly.

    Hold fast to dreams
    For when dreams go
    Life is a barren field
    Frozen with snow.
    Langston Hughes

    I chose this poem because I read poems every night to soothe me. When I read poems it relaxes me, calms me, and it takes me away to a different place.

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  4. The scorching hot sun hits my face
    It burns
    But still I soak it up as much as I can
    Daring it to set me on fire
    I've endured so much
    I thought my experiences
    Would shield me
    But they have disarmed me
    Instead
    The shining rays blinding me
    Illuminate my vulnerability
    I know I should turn away
    But I don't have the strength
    To extinguish my flame
    No power to make me
    Crumble
    I have so many flaws
    But still i'm indestructable

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  5. Francis10/19/2012

    The Place That Was

    By Francis Fedora

    In the place where ancients live and the ancients live to die,
    The world has been changing too closely for their eye.
    Time and time again the past becomes the present,
    And when the future dares not tell, the world is undenied.
    A cave within a cavern, a hill within a hill…
    The ancient’s shall stay hidden until the world rings out anew.
    At the place the ancients thought and the ancients think no more,
    The world has been rising much higher than before.
    Now and then, then and now mix, and become a tide,
    And when the past comes ashore, it’s poison and shall thy hear no more.
    A dusk within a day, an age within a page…
    Once there may be harmony, the truth may conquer rage.
    In the place the world must sit to gather truth and lie.
    Where the human heart has finally opened to the page upon which ancients sign,
    They hope and love and love and hope for them to understand,
    That…
    The knowledge that had once been known was never really banned.
    A hill above a hill, a glen within a glen…
    The ancients are now free to know, and know to live again.

    Notes: This poem was inspired from the ancient Hawaiian culture. I found that the Hawaiian people still preserved their beliefs. The world had changed so much I thought of what the gods they worshiped would have felt and how we would feel if the gods were real.

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