This Land is Your Land by Woody Guthrie This land is your land, this land is my land From sea to shining sea From the Redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me…
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Sonnet 22
Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time’s furrows I behold, Then look…
Shut Out
Shut Out by Unknown Author The door was shut. I looked between Its iron bars; and saw it lie, My garden, mine, beneath the sky, Pied with all flowers bedewed and green: From bough to bough the song-birds crossed, From…
Petals
Petals by Amy Lowell Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope,…
Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men
Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men by Charles Bukowski Go to Tibet Ride a camel. Read the bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a beard. Circle the world in a paper canoe. Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post.…
Sonnet 27
Sonnet 27: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me To My Bed by William Shakespeare Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To…
Sonnet 23
Original Poem 23: A Poem of Self-Reflection Author Unknown When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I stand alone, and the world seems to shun me, And yet I am a stranger to myself, And though I seek love,…
Sonnet 20
Sonnet 20: A Woman’s Face with Nature’s Own Hand Painted by William Shakespeare A woman’s face, with nature’s own hand painted, Hast thou, the master-mistress of my love, A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted, With shifting change as is…
Amoretti XXX: My Love is Like to Ice, And I To Fire
Amoretti XXX: My Love is Like to Ice, and I to Fire by Edmund Spenser My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold be so great? Is not dissolved through…
Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote her Name
Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote Her Name by Edmund Spenser One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide,…
Sonnet 98
“`html The Power of Language: A Poetic Exploration The Power of Language Language is a dynamic tool that shapes our thoughts, emotions, and perceptions. In poetry, the deliberate choice of words and their arrangement can reveal deeper truths about ourselves…
Sonnet 116
Sonnet 116: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds by William Shakespeare Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it is altered; no It is the star…
Sonnet 147
**Corrected Article** — Summary Shakespeare’s sonnets are written in iambic pentameter, a rhythm with five stresses and five unstresses, with each line containing 10 syllables. This structure ensures a steady rhythm that carries the speaker’s emotions. In the poem, the…
Sonnet 19
Sonnet 19: Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws by an unknown author Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws, And burn…
The Sea of Glass
The Sea of Glass by Ezra Pound I looked and saw a sea roofed over with rainbows, In the midst of each two lovers met and departed, Then the sky was full of faces with gold glories behind them. Understanding…
The Sacred
The Sacred by Stephen Dunn After the teacher asked if anyone had a sacred place and the students fidgeted and shrunk in their chairs, the most serious of them all said it was his car, being in it alone, his…
My Son My Executioner
My Son My Executioner by Donald Hall My son, my executioner, I take you in my arms, Quiet and small and just astir And whom my body warms. Sweet death, small son, our instrument Of immortality, Your cries and hunger…
I’ll You How the Sun Rose
I’ll Tell You How the Sun Rose by an anonymous poet I’ll tell you how the Sun rose – A Ribbon at a time – The Steeples swam in Amethyst – The news, like Squirrels, ran – The Hills untied…
Elm
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All the World’s a Stage
All the World’s a Stage by William Shakespeare All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His life a…