Poetry
Poems written by me. or by some friends, or bvy famous peoples that I really like. all are copy writed, so I wouldnt bother trying to steal em. if ya like em, email me ( my mail is one the opening page) and Ill get or give you permission. tay. thankies.
The Drum- Nikki Giovanni

daddy says the world is a drum
a drum tight and hard
and i told him
i'm gonna beat out my own rhythm
Dust- Sara Teasdale
When I went to look at what had long been hidden,
A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,
I trembled, for I thought to see its deep dark fire--
But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.
I almost gave my life long ago for a thing
That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes--
It is strange how often a heart must be broken

Before the years can make it wise.
Where Do Black Flowers grow?

In black
hearts
and black
minds

worlds of sorrow
worlds of pain
worlds where no one knows
no one wants to go
but no one can stay away

Lands of trouble and turmoil
lands of bleakness and bitterness
Black flowers only
grow where
tears are shed
Men

He takes her heart,
in his calloused, rough, strong, hands\
and crushes it.
Twisting, breaking and contorting it.
And leaves her alone, confused.

He takes her heart,
in his pale, soft, small hands,
and tears it.
Slowly, gently, while wispering words of love.
Then leaves her broken, confused.

He takes her heart,
in his large, comfortable, gentle hands,
filling it with love.
Hope happiness and strength.
Then leaves her to delfate, confused.
Choosing Sightlessness

Bad things occur,
We Choose not to see.

Truths are spoken,
We choose not to hear

People need help,
We choose not to walk.

We each choose our handicaps,
We each choose our way

We each fight with blindness,
deafness and cripples.

We each can change,
We each choose to remain.

We choose not to see.
Incident- Countee Cullen

Once rididng in old Balitmore
   Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
   Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
    And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
     His tongue, and called me "Nigger"

I saw the whole of Baltimore,
    From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
    Thats all that I remeber.
Fire and Ice- Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in Ice
From what I've tasted if desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to persih twice,
I think I know enough of hate,
to say that for destruction ice
is also great

and would suffice.
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